How the Tides Turn
“They let me come home, Evie.” Thalend announced with a broad smile covering his face. Evanyell stared up at him in disbelief. Part of him couldn’t process he was standing before her and part of her didn’t know what to make of him claiming he was going to follow her to Mount Hyjal.
“Th-that’s great…” She laughed softly and hugged him tightly to her. As they sant in their embrace, she could feel him quivering; a soft sobbing overwhelming her ear and her heart. For a man who had so much strength, he still had so much heart.
“Why haven’t you left me yet, Evie? I have abandoned you for war. Why do you love me so?” Thalend asked as his arms clung tighter to his wife. Soothingly, Evanyell let her hug soften in order to cradle him against her. Her hand cascaded over his head as she nuzzled her cheek into his hair.
“Because you love me.” She never spoke softer words. “I must recognize that I will always be second for you.”
“No!” He shouted as he drew himself back from the hug, leaving hiw wife wide-eyed at the sound. He gripped her shoulders and stared her in the eye as he spoke through a clenched jaw. “You are my wife. My duty is to you as much as it is to anything else.”
“Please don’t feel as if I should cary so much merit that you should beg leave from your duties in Vash’jir.” Evanyell said as she began to calm her beating heart.
“To hear you say that… I can’t…” Thalend dropped his head and took in a long breath. When he brought his head up again, he removed the patch across his eye, wanting to see his wife with both eyes — knowing she cared for him despite what he found about himself to be a disfigurement. “You humble me, Evan.”
“I will wait for you,” She whispered softly which drew them into a loving, romantic kiss.
OOC: “Aniron” by Enya
Roughly translated, “Aniron” means “I desire.” I’ve joined up with an SCA group and this is the name I have chosen. Hopefully you like (and recognize) the song.
The Thoughts of Evanyell Sunwhisper
Today is a cold and dreary day. It rained for two days here and honestly, I cannot wait for the sun to come out again. I’ve caught something of a cold and now I’ve taken leave from the church to see to myself. Thalend comes around every so often, but we both understand that his job is paramount and he is needed more in Vash’jir than he is here with me. I still recieve letters from my son, Philip, who is currently working in Redridge with the militia there. I was none too pleased at his desire to enter into the military; let alone a military that loses people faster than they can obtain them. We lived in Lakeshire for a long time and I am certain Philip’s reasoning for doing this is due to his ties there. I couldn’t condemn him for wanting to help. He’s old enough now and I feel he is smart enough to learn what he needs to do.
OOC: Delays
Sorry, guys. I’m going to have to delay some stories. Last night, on the way home to Georgia, my family and I got into a nasty accident. Some moron (who had a stop sign at a four-lane intersection where we did not have a stop sign) decided to pull out in front of my mother’s van when there was little time to react. She slammed on her brakes and swerved the van (loaded up with myself, my sons and 400 lbs. of Christmas loot) to miss the motherfucker and we ended up hitting several highway signs and skidded to a halt before we might have rolled into a nearby ditch. No airbags deployed and the kids were fine.
As for me? Well, I ended up whipping my neck around and got slammed hard against the door on my right side. (Most of the car’s damage was on my side.) I’m in a lot of pain and trying to recover from it — so please excuse me for not posting a story until I start feeling better. The amazing thing about the accident is that the guy who pulled out like a brainless lunatic actually drove off when we hit the signs. He didn’t bother to come back to check on us or anything. A good samaritan woman followed the man and was able to get down his plates and car make / model. I hope that guy knows driving off from the scene of an accident like that is a federal offense. (Can someone say: felony?)
I’m looking into getting an attorney to see what my rights and stuff are. The van is insured, so I’m not worried about it getting repaired; the damage itself was more cosmetic — aside from the radiator getting kicked. The mirror on the right side was torn clean off and the front bumper doesn’t exist anymore. Other than that, the van is in okay shape. I’m glad we didn’t hit the asshole because that accident could have been much, much worse.
In Nomine Patris (Part 1)
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I was playing around with this idea after something I had heard over the radio. It isn’t real and it isn’t RP’ed out (so it isn’t canon), but I wanted to write out the idea just incase I ever felt like using it.
He was shaking.
As his hand lowered, his gun slowly followed the direct path it had taken in order to be raised. Blue eyes widened and then contracted as a fine, pink mist sprayed outwardly from where the bullet had entered and again when it exited. Soft brown hair swayed a bit as the intended target lurked a few steps foward before finally falling to the ground in a sickly, squishing heap. The cries of his mother drowned out to nothingness. Deafness was all he could hear. Her warm hands clasped firmly over his hand as she tried her best to plead with him to release the pistol in his hand. He turned his head a bit to the right. Although he knew internally the woman struggling with him was his beloved Minn’da, he couldn’t cognitively process how she belonged there. What was she saying? Why was she crying? All thought no longer made any sense for him. Such earthly abilities were now beyond him.
Protected: The Sound of Silence
Salve Evanyell
Evanyell swelled with maternal pride as she looked Philip over. He was thirteen now and old enough to choose his own path in this world. While he was much too young to wield a blade, he knew he needed to learn and larn fast. Since his mother was not nearly as proficient as he believed her to be in such things, he wanted to follow in the shadow of the one man who he thought could cover those bases: John Keeshan of Redridge. Sliding her hand down the small neckerchief that bore the golden lion of Stormwind embroidered on the front, Evanyell swallowed back the lump that was forming in her throat. “You’ve grown into a wonderful young man, Philip Sunwhisper.”
A Long Awaited Absence
To my readers and all other people who just pass through,
I’m sorry for my unintended absence. Unfortunately as things go, my life took a little bit of a stumble and a roll but luckily I managed to get myself up and moving again. I won’t go into details as to what happened but for those of you who know, you know why I had to disappear for a little while. I promise not to scare you all like that again. You have my word. For those of you who don’t know, I will simply leave it that I had an issue to take care of. It has been taken care of and I am happy to say that the stories will continue.
Your Love Is Like Wildflowers (While Mine Is Like Hardcore Rockin’)
He found me in Stormwind City browsing the various stands for any new recipes that I hadn’t already acquired. While I was still wearing the ratty robes I wear when I’m picking flowers, when I see myself through Thalend’s eyes, I’m beautiful. As usual, he was wearing his plated kilt and no shirt. I know many men find his desire to walk around without a blouse to be sinful (although I know many women who have commented to Thalend don’t mind the sinfulness it may give off), but I respect his choice in believing that the Light provides enough protection that he doesn’t need to wear full regalia. He smells of oil, engine grease, sweat and an intoxicating cologne; a combination that I never would have thought to be so alluring before.
Baby Giggles and Butterscotch Pudding
Keep in mind this is again in the future, come Cataclysm, so no it hasn’t quite happened yet. Its a rough draft of some of the ideas I’ve had.
Thalend woke up, rubbing his eyes and letting out a long heaving sigh as he heard a soft squabble from the otherside of the room near the dresser. Groaning softly, he slipped his arm away from the blond who had been sleeping peacefully at his side as she did every night. Outside the window, the horizon was speckled with orange and pink; the colors slowly brightening as they began their hostile takeover of the midnight blue and charcoal gray skies. Dawnsworn may have been his last name but dawn certainly wasn’t an hour of the day he could process cognitively. A soft layer of frost framed around the glass of the window. Sliding his feet off the bedding and lurching forward to force himself up, he could hear the soft cooking begin to develop into a snorting-cry.
Evanyell Sunwhisper
