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Dina 😍
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Gifs for later use pt 2
Pt 1
Roxanne
Dina 😍
In her waking hours, Linthael vowed she would never return. Conscious, she recognized the alluring danger of that place: silvery moonlight shining upon rose petals, evening air spiced with their delicate scent. Ancient stone archways spread above her, and worn gray flagstones were smooth and cool beneath her feet. A fountain burbled in the center of it all, water rippling outward, deceptively deep.
It was all a deception. The roses sought blood; their scent was a lure to bring her deeper. Within that place, she began to lose who she was, transformed into someone that sickened her when awake. “A place for contemplation and regret,” he'd told her, but she didn't need to add any more regrets to her list, and nothing he had to offer was worth contemplating.
No, she would not go back.
The moment she closed her eyes, she was standing before the black iron gate. The moon was half-full above her: a waxing gibbous, promising things to come. Lin's hesitation was so brief, even she barely noticed it. In the next moment, the scent of roses drifted past her nose and she desired only one thing, one person.
“Cirrus,” she said longingly, and the breeze carried her words into the labyrinth of iron and roses.
He was waiting for her by the reflecting pool, as he always was. She went to him eagerly, wasting no time with words before her lips were on his skin, her fingers winding through silvery blond strands of his hair. They sank into the water, down, down, down until her feet touched the bottom. She shouldn't have been able to breathe; she could. She shouldn't have been able to see the moon from so far down; she could, hanging heavy and distorted beyond the water's surface.
They made love in that impossible place, and when they were through, they floated back to the surface and lay together, floating as easily upon the water as if it were only inches deep.
“Linthael, my love,” Cirrus murmured, fingers trailing down her side. He caressed her gently, reverently, as though she were the moon and he was there to worship.
But she sighed. “Cirrus...”
“I know, I know. Just--”
“No.” She brought a finger to his lips, raising up to look upon his beautiful face. “Allidar is my light. You know that.
...But you are my shadow. And I cannot exist without them both.”
Of course, my father loved my mother. More than anything in the world, certainly more than myself or my brother. He respected her and listened to her advice, even if he didn’t always follow it.
Such a shame. If only he had given me even a moment of consideration, I may not have been filled with such ire toward him after the Lich King unbound my inhibitions. To kill was correct in the Scourge. To kill him was correct to me.
Now, he is dead and unmourned. A man of high society, whose children were to be seen and not heard, whose wife now exists only in memory, her shade trapped in the scabbard of my sword. His spirit follows and cannot reach her.
I feel no remorse. With every harsh word toward me, with every refusal to honor my smallest requests, he dug his grave ever deeper. And I was proud to be his undertaker.
In all things, paladins must reflect the Light, which supplements our strength. To strive to be divine for one of our kind does not mean we strive for godhood--we strive to be good in all actions.
Although called upon to smite evil in these harsh times, you must always remember that it's aiding others that will truly set you apart from the other citizens. Compassion, patience, bravery--these things mean as much to a paladin as strength in battle.
Know this well, and never forget it.
Between that woman and her dogs, I think I’d rather deal with the dogs. At least the dogs can be reasoned with...
Assorted Gifs: Seamus Finnigan
We really, really wanted to use Devon Murray for our Seamus Finnigan. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be enough gifs available. With the help of some truly lovely people, we hope to have changed that.
(If anyone has, finds, or would like to make additional Devon Murray gifs, please let us know! We would love to add more!)
Special thanks to alltimelow-rph for their gif hunt, and to whoabegone for the gifs she made: