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quelloras: Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare. The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent rhythmic succession. The sky was
quelloras: writingjustforgiggles: quelloras: Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare. The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent
————– Every morning before he found that girl of his I’d see him come in while I was cooking breakfast and, when he didn’t think I was watching, let a real expression cross his face. The kid’s better than
—— Vyl’s musings —– Taffy, Galla’s cat, is beyond adorable but damn is it disconcerting to have her just sit there and *stare* when I’m trying to be romantic. It’s like she’s judging me, “Damn,
nordravn: Friston Forest by Alan MacKenzie on Flickr. —————– Patrolling around the estate has gotten much less exciting. Things have been far too quiet lately. I feel like he’s up to something, but convincing
kvallning: Own ————– I hope today’s meeting goes better than yesterday. At least I got some further intel on where the bastard might be holing up … not that there aren’t a dozen or so abandoned towers
quelloras: It was dark. The fog in her mind had receded, but she didn’t know how. She tried to open her eyes but the light hurt. She still felt like she was tied down. But she wasn’t. She had felt his arms around her; his voice had eased her into
quelloras: Now if there were only a way to incorporate turnips into her breakfast… I mixed turnips in with your potatoes, sweetheart. Half and half …
quelloras: She didn’t care about the healers. She had tried to tell him. If she had this baby, she wouldn’t be caring for it. If that ‘miracle’ happened, the guilt would consume her. All the what-ifs in the world would never be enough to fill
1924us: ————————— He stands under the water, following the simple ritual of cleansing the dirt and sweat of his work from his skin as he debates with himself; She keeps closing down, pushing me
quelloras: She was alone. Again. She paced the bedroom in the darkness. Again. She knew that there was a very valid reason that she spent so many nights alone. But she was alone. And awake. Her thoughts crashing around in her head like a restless ocean.
woodendreams: (by Carlos Rojas) —————— The rain, mostly on schedule during the night, had fit his mood while soaking him to the skin. His armor squeaked around him as he walked the long hours, round and round the
kittehkats: Ginger2 Found on 500px.com ———————- All the things that might have been … I agreed with it then and I agree with it now, the ending of that tiny little spark. My agreement that her life
mymindlessnessballsohard: Don’t be skurrd :) Please tell me if you want muse or player, and which muse! (Jayy, Master Yu, Vyladoril, Kellineth, Sarthloriel)
He wanted nothing more than to protect her, why did it always have to go so wrong? Oh, yeah, he opened his mouth, that’s why. The fuck just happened and why do I feel stupider for having said something? He lays in the bed, staring at the ceiling
Silversong's Secrets
baelios: “It’s just you and Vyl lining up to fuck me, right? I don’t want anymore than that.” Really? He couldn’t stand Vyladoril, mostly due in part to his speech about how he “didn’t care” what Gallaria did, so long as she
————- It’s a simple thing, breakfast. Been a while since I could and, hell, I’m not really sure I can right now but I’m damn sure gonna try. I have to. I love her. There’s no question of that. I love her,
It's official ...
finally got a picture in my head … it’s not *quite* exact, but it’s close enough for now ..
quelloras: aseaofquotes: Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar It wasn’t until after she had gotten the mage into bed that she retreated to the couch in the living room. She had to maintain a strong front. She had to. The tears came anyways and she curled up
It may not have had literal blood on it, but what was offered tonight was blood money, plain and simple. I’ve done despicable things in my time. I’ve seen things even worse and passed them by. This? This was so far beyond wrong I can’t
writingjustforgiggles: It may not have had literal blood on it, but what was offered tonight was blood money, plain and simple. I’ve done despicable things in my time. I’ve seen things even worse and passed them by. This? This was so far beyond wrong
omgcica: omgcica ———– Wandering around the Silvermoon Bazaar is an experience I haven’t missed. The things I saw there ranged from frightening to horrifying, until I got to this one little vendor … When I saw it,
writingjustforgiggles: mymindlessnessballsohard: Don’t be skurrd :) Please tell me if you want muse or player, and which muse! (Jayy, Master Yu, Vyladoril, Kellineth, Sarthloriel)
do-not-touch-my-food: Fancy BLT quelloras
kenasilverbrook: michaelfaudet: Smitten by Michael Faudet rangerembersworn ——– The knock on the door brings a flurry of activity from the near frenzied ranger, hoping, praying, that it was news of either the return of the missing
writingjustforgiggles: kenasilverbrook: michaelfaudet: Smitten by Michael Faudet rangerembersworn ———— The knock on the door brings a flurry of activity from the near frenzied ranger, hoping, praying, that it was news of either the return
18. Captive still...
So many possibilities, and here I am alone again - wandering the woods far too close to Silvermoon. All the things I said to her are running through my mind and I’m left wondering … … where did I go wrong? What did I do or say, or
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The ranger stops in front of the weathered door and simply stares, unblinking, for a long moment before reaching out and gently laying a hand on it’s faded surface. —– Wandering the land around Quel'thalas, lost again without her, I
writingjustforgiggles: The ranger stops in front of the weathered door and simply stares, unblinking, for a long moment before reaching out and gently laying a hand on it’s faded surface. ——- Wandering the land around Quel’thalas, lost again
—- He remembered learning to shoot a bow early on, learning to feel the forest around him and see the things in shadow that were not imagination. He loved the forest, and was certain he always had. “Rilly, come along now. Supper is waiting
( quelloras )A servant quietly approaches the desk Gallaria sits at, bowing slightly as she sets a box on the corner of it. When she has her Lady’s attention she gives a nervous bob of her head, “M’Lady, we’ve found this as was addressed to you
