Aurora Silverdawn

[xxseniseviyorum]

"How do you look at someone you love and tell yourself it’s time to walk away."

[aurora-silverdawn]

(via betterleftunsaid21)

My Dearest Malric,

I hope this letter finds you well.  And if not well, at least alive.  I trust Deyin isn't letting you get too far into your cups before rescuing your from yourself.

I've been writing and rewriting this letter all day, trying to find the right words.  There aren't any, I don't think.  That bothers me for some reason.  I know that doesn't make any sense to you, but there you have it.

I've been in Pandaria since you've left, and it has given me a great deal of time to think.  Defeating Mogu and avenging the Golden Lotus isn't nearly as thought provoking as one would think.  Stone and Sha fall quickly against my staff and mace.  I'm not sure what to make of it.

I do know one thing, however.  As difficult as this decision is, its time for me to let you go.  I do so with no ill will, and with the knowledge that I've done all that I can, yet your heart remains firmly attached to a ghost. 

A bit of an ego bruising, that revelation.  And yet I know this is for the best.  While I will always care for you, I've found my thoughts of you souring these last few weeks, and that will simply not do.  I knew what I was getting myself into when I realized I was falling for you.  I've nobody but myself to blame in the end.

While you were away fighting Garrosh, I felt so...useless.  Cooped up and trapped in that house.  I love that house, do not get me wrong, and I will be living there with delight this coming winter.  But I won't limit myself to waiting for a man to come home and help me realize my worth.

I am a strong woman Malric, and as much as you cherished me, I somehow forgot that.  I cannot allow that to happen again, not after finally remembering it.

I will say I hope you find yourself able to let her go one day.  There's an entire world out there that you're missing out on. 

I do love you Malric, and I hope you find my words to be a relief. 

Now, the trick will be actually sending this letter out instead of writing yet another draft.

Also...this is something I've gone back and forth on repeatedly.  The necklace you gifted me is precious, more than I can say.  However, normal circumstances and societal norms dictate I return it.  Instead, enclosed please find a receipt for the cost of the necklace, deposited today into your bank. 

I'm keeping it, regardless of what polite company would think.

Then again, you probably figured that out already. 

With all due affection,

Rory

[makebeliever]

Kahlan Amnell ☆ 

[aurora-silverdawn]

Rory's new FC - Bridget Regan as Kahlan Amnell (mainly because I love the dark hair light eyes, and the FASHIONS from this show) 

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[valanyce]

Grant me the serenity to endure this LFR, The courage to persevere when we wipe, And the wisdom to know when to bail.

[aurora-silverdawn]

She's Tired of Hanging On

Lero stood behind her as she looked out over the Jade Forest, a cup of tea in her hands.  He took a step closer, resting his chin on her shoulder. 

When they were close like this, one could tell they were siblings.  If someone took the time, they might figure out they were twins.  As different as they were, they looked to each other in times of need, and Lero wasn't about to let his sister wallow.

"He's making his choice Rory," he murmured, his voice quiet and apologetic.  "He prefers chasing a ghost to being with you."

Aurora was silent, eyes scanning the tree line as if it held the answers she sought. 

"If you want to be nice about it, give him a choice.  Live in the past with her, or live in the present with you."

"A choice?" she asked.  "Sounds more like an ultimatum."

"Po-tay-toe, po-tah-toe," Lero said, shrugging and smirking at his sister.  "Of course, something tells me you're beyond that."

She stiffened, lips pursed a bit.  "What makes you say that?"

"You're not crying."

"Could be I'm all cried out."

"True...but then you'd look defeated."

"And I don't look that way now?"

"Not in the least."

She chuckled and arched her brow, turning her head and regarding her brother.  "Something tells me I'm going to regret it, but just how do I look?"

"Like a woman who's had enough."

Rather than speaking, she sipped her tea.  No use arguing when he was right.

"I still have to let him know," she murmured.

"Pfft.  Why?  Ship his belongings to Silvermoon and be done with it.  Better yet, let me take them back so I can hand them over in person."

"You're entirely too cheerful when you say that."

Lero smirked.  "I'm cheerful because for the first time in a long while, my sister isn't doubting herself.  Pardon me if I enjoy seeing her being the strong, capable woman I know her to be."

Again, she couldn't argue.  If their positions were reversed, she'd feel the same.  And probably be less than polite in explaining, in excruciating detail how Lero should get rid of the person causing him such distress.

Did she want to do that though?  Get rid of Malric?  Be done with him and his ever present ghost?  Despite everything, he was a good man.  He was honest and honorable, and she had to give him credit where it was due.  Anyone else would have put a ring on her finger and helped her pick out paint colors for a nursery, yet he was man enough to admit he couldn't do that.

Still... 

He was broken.  And she was beginning to realize she couldn't fix him.  Couldn't heal him, couldn't be the woman he needed to help him move on.  Regardless of how much she loved him, how much she adored him, how she would lay her life down for him...

She would do those things for him because she cared for him.  Loved him.  Wanted a life with him.

And he would do those things for her, she had no doubt.  But in her mind, right or wrong, she felt he'd do those things out of duty.  Because he was supposed to, because that's what a good soldier did.

And still...

"I love him," she murmured quietly.

Lero sighed, his eyes the ones to scan the horizon this time.  "Then, again, give him a choice."

She shook her head.  "I'm not giving him an ultimatum.  I won't force his hand.  If Malric loves me, then he'll figure out how to get me back."

"And if he doesn't figure it out?"

She shrugged and sipped her tea, squaring her shoulders.  "Then it's his loss."

Rory hoped she could convince herself of that.

[the-taintedtruth]

There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you. Remember that.

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[severlac]

[aurora-silverdawn]

She hadn't heard from either of them.  Going to Silvermoon herself was always an option, but...

But what? she asked herself.

"Fuck it," she muttered.  She packed her things, ready to head off to the next destination.  Thunder Isle, she thought.  Or maybe she'd hit up the one she'd heard about, where time stood still. 

Rumor had it there were creatures there to put up a good fight. 

[coral]

There are times in our lives when we have to realize our past is precisely what it is, and we cannot change it. But we can change the story we tell ourselves about it, and by doing that, we can change the future.

Eleanor Brown, The Weird Sisters (via laughuntilwedie)

[thepastthefuturethepresent]

A strong woman is able to smile in the morning like she wasn’t crying last night.

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[pain-from-the-inside]

on We Heart It.

[dylanagainsthumanity]

Would losing me even be a loss?

All I wonder (via uncuntcious)

[christtheconquerer-deactivated2]

I HATE when girls swear

It hurts. Hearing a cute voice say such foul things. It makes me sad.. If you want make to me sad be a girl and swear..

[mcflesh-deactivated20191107]

shut the fuck up

[nineprotons]

This image seems relevant…

[meat-vendor]

[aurora-silverdawn]

The last Mogu statue...thing, within sight shattered into smoking rubble and Aurora turned her back on it.  She was panting slightly, out of practice and somewhat out of touch with her skills and it bothered her. 

She sat to drink, opening the neck of her robe to reveal the feather light plate chest piece beneath it.  She hadn't been confident about using her sword with these strange stone beings, but she hadn't wanted to leave the option out. 

Aurora opened her eyes, looking around on the ground, then blinked when a shadow moved.  It was then she noticed the vibrations on the ground as another stone beast came at her, and she dove to the side.  Scrabbling for her equipment, she pulled her robe off as her hand closed around the hilt of her sword.

Standing and turning, she realized she misjudged how close her foe had gotten when it whacked the blade from her hand easily.  It's other fist was coming around, aiming for her head and she yelped and ducked, falling backwards ungracefully, her left hand landing near her staff.

The practicing paladin quickly grabbed her staff up and took up a fighting stance similar to a monk's.  She grit her teeth and growled as the beast took a step back, seeming to be puzzled when she didn't run.

"Do your worst," she hissed, twirling the staff in her hands as she began to circle her foe.  He showed no finesse, and instead bellowed and ran toward her, fist cocked for another shot at her.  Rory smirked, took a deep breath and let out a war cry to make any Troll or Tauren proud, then ran toward him. 

When she was three feet away, she flipped the staff, anchoring it in the ground and used her strength and momentum to propel her up and over her foe, landing at his back.  With a snarl, she whacked at his legs, sweeping them out from under him.  As he lay there for a second, dazed, she summoned her spell, considerably weakened as her sword and some equipment were missing.  Still, her Hammer of Justice spell dazed him, and then she began hitting him with the staff. 

His face, particularly his eyes began to crumble, making the Mogu bellow in rage and get to his feet.  However, without his vision, Rory had the advantage and she used it.  She placed her blows carefully, wanting to do maximum damage with her staff since she was unable to get to her sword.  The fight took far longer than it should have, but finally, with her physical strength and a few healing spells, she emerged victorious.

"Fel," she panted, falling to her hands and knees.  Her muscles burned fro exertion and sweat dampened her hair.  She stood on shaky legs, walking slowly toward the rubble, something shiny drawing her.  She picked up a symbol, some type of...badge.  "Something...Celestials," she murmured.  She frowned.  Wasn't there a faction with Celestials in the name?

Perhaps she'd be able to find out more at the shrine.  After a hot soak in some lovely scented water.

[teaandcakeordeath]

Samantha Wright. Photo by Tiffany Alanori.

[aurora-silverdawn]

Aurora paced back and forth yet again, fingers trailing along the kitchen counter tops.  She paused one last time to look out the window, then turned, heading upstairs with determination.

She'd been cooped up for far too long.

Rory pulled each pack out and examined it, glad to find them all in pristine condition.  She then took to filling them with necessities.  Clothing, boots, treats for Bandit and T-Bone, water, reagents, a couple of daggers and a few other odds and ends.  When she was satisfied that she had everything, she nodded, pulled out some parchment and sat to write a letter.

Deyin,

I hope this letter finds you well.  I'd like to say I'm writing to enquire about Malric and yourself, and while I am, the main purpose is to inform you that I'm going to be traveling for a few days.

I've been growing increasingly despondent these past few days, and indeed I'd like nothing more than to curl up in bed and cry myself to sleep.  However, that's never been the type of woman I was.  I can feel my muscles growing stiff with disuse, and as such I'm heading to Pandaria.

I'm told that even with Garrosh relieved of his duties, so to speak, there are still a good quantity of Sha and Mogu left that need dealing with.  I shall take great pleasure in burning them to ash, or crushing them to rubble, depending on whether or not I choose mana or my fists.

If it comes up in conversation, or if you feel he should know, please don't hesitate to tell Malric where I've gone.  I'm not running, hiding or abandoning him, and I don't want him to think that.

I miss him, Deyin.  I miss him so badly.  There's a never ending ache in my chest and my stomach's been in knots since that morning on the porch. 

Before then, really. 

I wish I knew what to do, but I don't. 

I don't know when I'll be back, but if I'm needed, I'll be based out of the Inn in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms.  The name escapes me at the moment, but I know you and Chriselda have stayed there.

And now, the hour grows late, and I must depart if I want to reach said inn before nightfall. 

Keep him safe, Deyin.  Please.

Warmest regards,

Rory

After sealing and addressing the letter, she frowned when she noticed the ink a bit smudged.  "Must have gotten some water from my glass on it," she mused.

She refused to admit, even to herself, that the smudges came from her tears.

[aurora-silverdawn]

A Woman of Action

Rory read Deyin's letter and sighed.  "I did say lie to me, didn't I?" she mused to Bandit.  "I didn't think he'd be that bad at it."  She sat at the kitchen table and reread the letter, a knot forming in her stomach. 

She sipped her coffee, thinking for a few moments before pulling out some parchment and beginning a reply letter to Deyin...

Deyin,

Thank you for attempting to reassure me.  I really do appreciate your efforts, and I thank you for looking after Malric. 

I admit, I'm at a loss as to how to react.  Part of me wants to run after him, but another part of me wants to sit back and wait.  Let him make his own way, his own decisions, lest he try to please me and end up resenting me.

Does that make me a coward?  Or perhaps seem unfeeling?  Maybe it does, in someone's eyes. 

Being idle at home isn't suiting me either.  I find myself considering heading back to Pandaria, or even to Orgrimar to see if I can be of any assistance some how.  Being useless and helpless for an extended period of time has me on edge, and I need to do something.

Yet I don't want Malric to think I'm anxious to run off without him.

Irregardless, I'll let you know if I should leave the house for any extended period of time, and let you know where I am should you wish to reach me. 

Thank you for keeping him safe Deyin.

Rory

[aurora-silverdawn]

A Rogue Request...

She watched as Malric rode off, a tightness in her chest that refused to let up.  Rory sighed and walked into the library, pulling out a sheet of paper, an ink pot and a quill.  While she'd resigned herself to him leaving, that didn't mean she wouldn't watch out for Malric in her own way. 

By reaching out to his best friend, Deyin.

Dearest Deyin,

It is with a heavy heart I am writing you this letter.  Malric feels inclined to spend some time in Silvermoon to 'face his past' as he put it.  While I do not doubt his sincerity, I've heard through the grapevine and from my brother that our once fair city is no longer a hub of nobility and gentility.

Malric is capable of taking care of himself, and I know this, but it would please me greatly if you would perhaps check up on him once in a while.  He gave no indication as to when he would be leaving once there, or else I'd be able to give you more information and a possible time frame.

I worry, Deyin.  He's been growing more and more distant, and our once comfortable silences are no longer so.  These past few nights he's even taken to sleeping in the den, and Bandit has even been wary of him. 

He says he wants to face his past, yet I cannot help but feel this is the beginning of the end.  I don't want it to be.  I love Malric with all that I am and would gladly spend the rest of my life by his side if he asked.  I would move heaven and earth to free him of this burden if I could. 

But I cannot.  I feel as if I'm competing with a ghost, and with everything I am, it isn't enough.  It will never be enough.  Yet those feelings are not fair to him, because I know he loves me.

Please watch over him Deyin, if you are able.  And while you're at it, tell me I'm being a fool for feeling like I'm fighting a losing battle, even if it's a lie.

With affection,

Rory