#aariablackthorne

[ryktordor]

The dog days are over

Abbendis sat on the bed, his eyes droopy from the lack of sleep. His eyes focused on the wooden dresser for some time. His right leg half asleep from Aaria sleeping on it. Every now and then he reached down, touching her neck ever so gently to get a reading of her pulse. He was ruffling through some papers that he retrieved from his desk prior to returning to his chambers with Aaria. An envelope fell, it had a golden flicker to it and it was sealed perfectly. An emblem emblazoned onto the seal, it had a hammer being held by a circular crest, spikes protruding from the outside. He thought to himself, "Twilight?" He carefully opened the letter. Concerned as to how it got to his possession. As he opened it, there was a letter inside, he pulled the letter out, opening it up with a perfect scripted writing that seemed familiar to him, it read: "Abbendis Mercle, I have seen the greatness you can do, I have been watching you since you were little. We grew up together, perhaps you don't know it, but I still have my left eye on you. As much as you have been doing greatness for your people now, I know of your weaknesses and I know how to bring your demise. Just be cautious of what you do and who you are around anymore. I would hate to see something happen to you." He quickly looked to the bottom to find a signature. Nothing. He began to panic, he threw the letter. Could it be? Is the person he is thinking of really back? He tried not to squirm too much to wake Aaria. He dropped all of his paperwork onto the ground, covering his eyes as he reached up pulling at his hair. He threw his head back into the wall, looking back at the wooden dresser, he knew that this was the beginning of the end. He began to play with Aarias hair, hoping that it wouldn't wake her, but comfort her. And as an end result, comfort him.

[ryktordor]

Talking to myself

Abbendis sat, looking up at the ceiling of his bed room. Looking at the wood panels as they put together. He was trying to find something to keep himself from going insane in the room. He couldn't take it anymore, though his injuries were still present and causing him discomfort, he couldn't bare the thought of his men being out, fighting, while he stayed in his bed. He sat up, wiping his stubble covered face. He noticed a figure standing in his doorway. He looked at it, watching it with amazement and a bit of concern, he called out, "whose there?" He grabbed his sword, moving on the bed to try and get a better angle on the figure. The man sat, impatient, shirtless, and bored from the stillness of laying there. He repeated, "I ask you one more time. Who is there??" He grabbed his small dagger from the side of his bed. Wiping it at the door frame the wood split perfectly, the dagger sitting inside the wood at an angle. The shadow disappeared, he sat back, looking around still as he seemed to almost calm down. A new figure arose outside his room, he tightened his grip on his blade, not saying anything this time. Aaria walked into the room, spotting the dagger in the wall, she would turn to him. Shaking her head and Rolling her eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He would immediately relax, "There was someone outside my door!" She would reply, "I know, I heard you yelling, but there is no one in the Inn at all." She would shake her head, walking over to his bed side table, setting down a loaf of bread and a tall mug of water. She would then move over, taking the dagger out of the wall as she shook her head, placing it next to the food and she would move to sit at her table and begin writing in her journal once again. Clearly, the sedatives that were keeping Abbendis from pain were causing hallucinations.