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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
baelios: He’d agreed to take Nostariel’s place way too quickly when she mentioned that whatever it was involving Ravenwood that she had to do involved Gallaria. Way too quickly. Whatever. She was a friend. That was the point. He wasn’t readily
baelios: And this is why I love my guild and their events.
baelios: Fuck mages. Seriously.
baelios: “Did you fuck her?” Once upon a time, Baelios might have had a bigger spine. He might have let his morals be called into question, confessed, apologized, and perhaps even tried to make right the situation. Whoever that Baelios was
baelios: Maybe it was the obvious that made him react the way that he did. Maybe it was the way the question had just been spat at him. Maybe it was that he didn’t agree with the man’s ideals. Whatever the case, Baelios decided he wasn’t a fan
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
baelios: lolettestratton: Lola couldn’t help but dance the way she did her whole life, she felt the beat and lost herself happily with the two people she shared the floor with.
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,
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
I miss her, but then … I’ve been missing her for a long time now. I’m no longer sure if I was actually still in love with her, or with this idea of her I had in my head from before the war. After everything, after living through so
writingjustforgiggles: I miss her, but then … I’ve been missing her for a long time now. I’m no longer sure if I was actually still in love with her, or with this idea of her I had in my head from before the war. After everything, after living through
