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Haven't you done this before? Yes. The people were different though, the situ- How did that end again? … You remember, so why do you need reminding? Mm?
The phial glistened from the lamp's illumination that persisted around the warrior. A blanket of humidity and darkness had claimed the air, unrelenting even as the hour grew towards morning. The persistent grumble of thunder threatened to approach from over the horizon with distant flashes. It was a chaotic backdrop to the more soothing, rhythmic percussion of the waves licking against the shoreline beneath the docks.
It was a good time to be alone. His bones ached and his eyes felt weary from the lack of sleep the previous night. The pinpricks of pain were infrequent now, but jarring enough to deny him true rest. His own fault, he mused to himself. He could have solved it, but part of him felt like it would have been a waste and the other part knew it was a bad crutch. Especially when none of them knew when another demonic fight would be on their hands at any moment.
You're thinking of telling her. I said I would. How did that end again? It's not the same. She's different. Why risk it, dear? What good would it do for anyone right now?
Farwyn's nose wrinkled as the words echoed around him, rivaling the ocean's pulse. Her arms were draped around his shoulders and a slender, graceful hand began to slide down the hard contours of his chest. Nails lightly grazed along the ugly clawed scar before drizzling down to circle the old arrowhead wound. Her scent had always been intoxicating, nearly stifling him to the world as perfume and clean hair drowned out the smell of sea salt and old wood.
Shh. We've dealt with this before. I have and I can handle it. That's why we're here.
She continued to hug herself against his bare back, locks of hair teasing at his skin. It roused a lingered yearning as her persistent fingertips left his senses to grace the darkened markings along his pelvic region. As always, any touch wasn't felt along their smooth, glass-like contours. His eyes shifted to look and he could see her aim, obviously knowing his lack of sensation. Her hand then drifted away and ventured further once more.
Either they'll go off on their own. That's their choice. Reasons for it. Or- Or you'll kill them. No. It won't be like that. There's more to it than just those two ends. I'll remind y-
“Fuck off!” Farwyn snarled, thrashing his arm out to push her hand away. All at once, everything dissolved like a morning's dream. He was back to simply sitting along the edge of the dock, feasting on the sight of the dark horizon. The orange glow of the lamp perched next to him flickered within its cage, offering a dim cascading light. Its reflection gleamed off of the glass vial he still held, shifting as he twirled the petite item between his fingertips. The dark liquid within didn't seem to move though, filled to the brim with no pockets of air.
You cannot keep protecting them, Farwyn.
His knuckles went white as he gripped the vial in his palm, threatening to crack the fragile surface. The visit from the young warlock had things fresh on his mind. His brow furrowed as he growled inwardly to himself, recalling Laeken's words. They had stung, mostly because they had been a reminder of others’ similar parting words. They were even his own personal echo, truer and striking closer to home than most would ever realize.
You can't keep this up. You can't stay out here. You can't find her. You can't rebuild what was lost. You can't fight forever. You can't lock this away. You can't win without it. You can't save them. You can't succeed. You can't. You won't.
Lips tugged into a wolfish smirk as he drew in a long breath before crackling out a growl of a sigh. Farwyn heaved his free hand against the creaking wood of the dock and rose to stand. His shoulders rotated absently, popping in a few places as he relieved some of the tension from his muscles. The potion was tucked away in his pocket for safekeeping and he walked away from the dock's edge a few paces. He could smell the oncoming storm and knew he'd have to collect his freshly maintained armor soon before they'd be drenched. Still, he had enough time for his usual run and routine. He had enough time.
Just watch me.
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When This Is Over
The calm never lasts long between the wars. Never stays. It is a breath taken before the howl. The loss of wind before a storm. Thunder before the rain. And it never changes. Once again, we are to face the Legion. We were warned too late. Too many doubted. Too few believed.
Yet here we stand. We have gone against the worst before. And we didn’t let it break us. We can do it again. I have faith. And I know we are strong.
But my mind keeps racing with thoughts and fears. Aurelia, Zaviel, Lain, Aeta, All of them are here with us. Ready to face the coming storm. And I need to keep them safe.
Each one is fully capable of fighting. I have seen what they can do. They will overcome. They will survive. I won’t let them down.
But, There is one part, That I didn’t account for. That I didn’t see coming.
You.
I have to tell my fears to be quiet. That is what being strong is. That is what I know. That is what I feel. And I can do it. Because I know that you are just as strong. You can survive this. You will survive this. And I will help keep you up! Then. When the rain ends. When the storm has fallen away. When the quiet calm settles into place once more.
And When This Is Over….
….I will tell you.
[F] Far from Home – FFDP [A] Any Other Way – We the Kings [R] Room to Breathe – You Me at Six [W] Wrong Side of Heaven – FFDP [Y] You're the One – Rev Theory [N] Nobody Praying for Me - Seether
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Iria had sent a gift to Farwyn. It was a journal that had small quotes of encouragement and positivity printed at the top of the page, all a product of Alia's printing press. The tome had been hand-bound in fine leather with a beautiful quill.
In the chaos of supplies that had been forwarded from his home to his temporary place of stay, Farwyn found himself staring down at the small parcel that stood out among them all. Perhaps to most such a delivery wouldn’t have amounted to much- Sin’dorei after all had a tendency to overindulge with lavish trinkets and affairs. The warrior however wasn’t accustomed to buying such things for himself unless it was related to work. Personal needs could wait, especially when there were so many demands these days.
So needless to say, he was rather stunned to be receiving a gift of all things. When was the last time someone had sent a package meant for him and not out of business or work? At the moment, he couldn’t remember.
His hands traversed over the rich leather as he opened it up and saw the little quotes of well-wishes and hopeful sayings. It was enough to have his gray-green eyes widen in surprise before a rough, harsh bark of a laugh escaped him once despite himself. Amusement crinkled at the corner of his eyes and even the quill, usually the bane of his existence, was looked upon with some faint air of approval.
“The Lady Librarian has outdone herself. It has been awhile since I’ve taken time to write anything.” He admitted, still surveying the tome. “I’ll have to think of an appropriate response and something in return.” It was decided, although now he had to think of what would be the proper return. There was only one skill of his that he could offer, although it’d been awhile since he’d been inspired. His work space probably had a great deal of dust and was up in Quel’thalas too, so the letter would have to come before a return. It might surprise her, then. Yet first came first… He’d have to pen a letter.
He eyed the neat print upon the papers, let alone the address that had marked the package on the outside. His lips pressed together as he thought of all the choice words others had used to describe his absolutely wretched penmanship. “… … Time to go ask the priestess to write a letter for me.”
MOUNTAINS: Post a picture of your favourite view.
There is no greater view than the forest of my home. It’s always been a trialed and haunting place, but it is also an old friend. I could elaborate in detail the reasons but… a friend keeps secrets well, yea?
“I can rely on you... Stay here...”
Weeping Skies
In my head, all I could hear was deafening thunder. The weight of my armor threatened to bring me to the ground as a sweeping numbness prickled from the core of my chest to my fingertips. The heat of the Blasted Lands couldn't touch me. The voices of my companions couldn't be heard. My markings were as lifeless to me as stone. Even my breath could not be salvaged as I found my gaze fixated on the sickly green of the distant sky.
No.
That had been my first thought after my mind began to thaw. It was hard to deny the sight over the horizon. Harder still when a hot blast of air brought with it the thick scent of sulfur and acidic death. I wanted to come up with excuses and reasons for why it was anything else. It was too far away, so surely it had to be impossible to tell. Perhaps it was an isolated incident of some sort or a large spell that had gone wrong. A mirage. An illusion by some trickster who had snuck upon us.
This can't be real.
Worry and doubt spiked through my muddled thoughts and cemented frame. I had followed Lain and Vincint to climb atop one of the bordering mountains. We started off being alarmed from the orb locked within the double barriers Zaviel, Aeta and Aurelia had erected just a few days ago. The sphere had erupted into a ferocious fire of tangled magic and like a beast, it was lashing out against its cage. Our new perch was supposed to give us a better vantage to prepare for our precious stolen item below and instead we were given a platform to witness a breaking world above.
I felt both terribly small in significance and large as a fool. We thought this so important and now what would happen? Was my daughter safe or had I doomed her by leaving her side? Would I lose Velest because she'd expended herself too much over some trivial matters I'd wrapped them all in here? What about the people who remained around because I had asked for their assistance?
What will I lose this time? Everything?
My daughter's porcelain face with hair of afternoon sunlight came to mind. A vision of people both here and gone who had somehow claimed pieces of my affection soon followed after. Even the memories of my people and my brethren veterans' constant sacrifices passed by with their bloodstained memories. Then I remembered them. All their evil, all their torments and all their spewed words.
I exhaled. I knew what had finally come.
As I stood atop of that raised peak with those that I had come to rely on, I chewed on my last thoughts until copper tainted my mouth. The shivering chills I had before were dying to the molten anger that gnawed through my bones. I heard the monstrous rumble from the shadow of something alien and wicked within the fel light. I felt the ground quiver in distant pain as Azeroth herself felt blow after blow. I saw traces of blazing green tear across the sky, like the stars themselves were being torn asunder and cast below.
How dare they.
You were a comet and I lost it Watching for comets, will I see you again? Everybody needs someone but they can't feel like this How can I breathe with this burning in my chest? You were gone so fast, I want you back You were a comet and I lost it Time to spread my wings and fly Watching for comets, will I see you again? Time to fly away so high You burn so bright, you burn me up tonight
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When This is Over
“Dad!” A puff of blonde curls raced down the stairs. Her feet were ahead of themselves however and she tumbled upon reaching the last step, but he'd rushed forward just as eagerly. His tired arms caught Elysia before the ground could meet her and they wrapped her in their protective warmth.
“I missed you so much.”
“I missed you most!! You were gone too long! I know because I kept track of EVERY DAY!”
His daughter's small fingers eagerly grabbed at his neck to return a hug of her own, practically bouncing with enthusiasm. She had buried her face against his armored form, uncaring or perhaps rather used to the mixture of plate, leathers and cloth that the warrior wore for traveling. He huffed out a breath and rough hands patted her head in comfort.
“I know... I'm sor-”
“It's okay.” Elysia responded quickly, leaning back to dazzle a happy smile at him. “You're saving people like you saved me! Or fighting bad guys! Or killing evil monsters! Or buying CAKES!”
“Ha... I don't know about all that, but I'm doing my best. Especially with the cake part.” Farwyn's eyes crinkled with affection as he ruffled his daughter's hair, gave her an extra squeeze and then slowly released her back to stand on the ground. Elysia wasn't quite done though and both of her petite hands seized her father's own. She then began insistently tugging him forward, much to his surprise.
“WE HAVE SO MUCH TO DO! I learned A TON and I'm going to show you all of it! All the magic and the food and the books and the writing and this neat hiding spot and the way you can get Lavi's face all mad a-”
“Alright, alright! One thing at a time... I'm coming, you can stop tugging!” Farwyn let out a heavy laugh deep and genuine from his chest. He watched with amusement as his daughter peered at him, contemplating if her father was true to his word before she grinned and scampered halfway up the stairs. She waited for him to lumber towards her before she dashed off again, always stopping to ensure he was right behind.
“Don't worry daddy, I'll go slow.”
Damn perceptive little girl.
It was only about a day later that Farwyn shut the door of the large, castled mansion behind him. It abruptly cut off the quiet sounds of sniffling that had lingered with him as he exited his ally's abode, once again leaving his daughter behind in the safety of it's wards and walls. It was never easy, even knowing that it was the right thing to do.
In truth, he shouldn't have stayed the extra day from a fighter's stand point. He had precious supplies that needed to be delivered, information that needed to be shared and a volatile magical orb back with his allies that needed to be solved. However, the father's stand point berated him- he knew an extra single day wasn't enough. Especially as this time was laced with business talk to obtain knowledge and most of all, his necessary bane again. It was a lose-lose situation, with guilt nipping at his heels like an excitable dog either way.
He wasn't sure to be sad or proud at Elysia's reaction. A child of about seven years of age and already she had the mind to sort out the reasons of why over her own feelings. She understood, on some level, the nature of her father’s work, even if it made her sad. She had kept a stiff lower lip and fought her own tears, but that hadn't prevented her from sniffling as she stood by her teacher's side and watched Farwyn leave.
“I don't really understand but... I'm sad and happy. I'm sad that you have to leave, but... I'm happy that you're fighting the monster. Don't let it eat other people, okay?”
Farwyn walked down the winding path, hearing the distant sound of waves crashing against the cliff side. Faint runic markings illuminated the stones in front of him like a guiding light, although by this point the warrior had walked to and from this hermited location many times. Too many times, perhaps.
Anyone else might have thought Elysia was just being a typical naive little girl, commenting as if her father were always out to slay some glorified monster in an endless quest. He'd let anyone think that though, because it was a nicer thought than the truth.
Don't worry Elysia. He was tired from the lack of sleep and hurried travel, but he did not regret it. Before you know it, this little mission will be over and we'll both be back home, together.
