#februaryday22024

[themidnightleo]

Full Circle

DWC- Day 2- Suppress/Pastel

Another day dawned upon Stormwind, and Leo found himself navigating its streets with caution. The past few months had seen him keeping a low profile, laying low and hidden from the limelight, all thanks to a daring heist he had orchestrated against a renowned tavern within the city walls. Now, tentatively stepping onto the cobblestone pathways, he couldn't help but notice the lackluster ambiance that surrounded him, despite the city's usual bustle.

As he wandered through the maze of canals and districts, his journey led him to Lion's Rest, where a familiar figure caught his eye amidst the crowd—a certain ginger-haired dame.

GiGi Fiske.

GiGi had always been more than just a friend to Leo; she was his confidant, the one person with whom he shared his deepest secrets—something he couldn't bring himself to do with anyone else, not even his former partner in crime. Approaching her, Leo was serenaded by the gentle strains of a lute, played skillfully by a magenta-haired elf standing nearby—a sight and sound he had sorely missed.

After exchanging greetings with GiGi, Leo's attention was drawn back to the bard, whom she introduced as Trist'Ayran Ambrosio-Autumnrayne—a name that sparked recognition within him.

Trist'Ayran Ambrosio-Autumnrayne was his name.

Gif by Kotlass on YCH.Commishes

There was an undeniable allure to the lute player, a stark contrast to Leo's own demeanor. Clad in vibrant teal hues, the elf's attire screamed of brightness, his hair a striking color that caught Leo's eye. Despite the exuberance in his appearance, a somberness hung in the air as the lute's melancholic melody filled the space. Leo stood at a distance, observing the bard with keen interest. He noted the fluid movements, the subtle flicks of wrists and ankles that set the bells adorning Trist into motion, adding depth to the sorrowful tunes. Everything about the bard seemed to radiate sadness to those who paid attention.

Yet, as people passed by, smiles adorned their faces, greetings and compliments showered upon Trist for his masterful performance. It was indeed a captivating display, but they failed to grasp the pain concealed behind his façade.

Approaching the bard, Leo engaged him in conversation, each word tinged with a sense of desolation. The adeptness with which Trist crafted a façade of beauty to mask his inner torment intrigued Leo deeply. He felt compelled to delve further into the enigma that was the bard.

No, he NEEDED to unravel the mysteries veiled beneath Trist's cheerful exterior.

@daily-writing-challenge

[kharrisdawndancer]

DWC - Feb 2024 - Day 2 - Pastel/Suppress - Braedyn

Braedyn walked out onto the streets and quietly looked up. The pastel purple skies above Dalaran were lovely and it wasn’t unusual for her to pause to admire them. What was unusual was the twinge in her chest. This would be one of the last times she could count herself  regularly here. The Fancy Cakes weekly open house was moving back to Silvermoon City for the foreseeable future, starting next month. The time in Dalaran had been nice, and she’d met a few people she now counted dear, and several that were pleasant acquaintances, but  she couldn’t justify it any longer. Hauling things too and from Dalaran had always been a hassle. Paying for the spaces she’d used there were very expensive. It just felt like it was time to go home.

Besides, they could always come back. Change was the only constant, honestly.

She looked back down and started moving, a paper folio with copies of contracts and documentations was absently held to her chest. Braedyn passed the Legerdemain and smelled the coffee from inside. She passed the wine and  cheese shop. And the barber. People loitered under the lamp posts, and adventurers paced over the avenues with purpose. Dalaran was a nice place to visit.

But Silvermoon was home.

@daily-writing-challenge

[just-onyx]

DWC Feb 2024 - Day 2 - Suppress/Pastle -Onyx/Ziorea

The streets of Dalaran, always pristine clean from the magical caretakers of the city.  Leather boots meant for sneaking nearly soundless on them as Onyx was jogged toward a goal.  She must have ran out of the magical circle that held all of Braedyn’s coffee cups.  One moment it was in her hand a steaming cup of joe, the next *poof* she caught herself holding nothing but air.  

Most likely full cup returned to the kitchen to be cleaned and prep for next week.   Mid sprint Onyx stood there and cursed pretty sailor words at herself.  So much for revenge on her last deal in the sewers. Her plan had been marvelous, at least in her own eyes. 

She could go down there and give  him a hefty chewing out.  Try to make business poor for him this week.   That is the reason she come to Dalaran today.  Still on her mission, Onyx made her way toward the infamous staircase which crossed from shiny Dalaran to the flith of the city.  

Blocking her way stood an angel in pastel with bright pink highlights in her hair.  As an artist of course Onyx had to take in a moment to study the tone arms, legs, and stomach that peek through the skimpy little outfit the girlie before her wore.  

“You are going to want to change before going down there, unless you plan on selling yourself.”  Onyx blurted out.  “Oh, um yeah no.”  Ziorea blushed turning to face the darker skin half- elf.  “I was wondering where that smell was coming from.  ARE you going down there?”  

“Of course, they have the best booze in the city.  Do you need an escort down there?”  Emerald eyes blinked at woman before her.  Onyx still trying to figure out the why and who. 

Ziorea smoothed her hands down the front of her outfit, the action suppressed all emotions and thoughts inside.  “No, thank you.” She smiled at Onyx.  “Have a good day.”  

A baffled Onyx simply nodded and made her way past the taller lady. 

Mentions @kharrisdawndancer (Braedyn) and @ziorea

@daily-writing-challenge

[luminashdawnwing]

DWC February 2024 Day 2: Suppress / Pastel

The Dream was such a place of beauty, Theras thought. He had lived his whole life between the white marble and cobblestones of Dalaran and Silvermoon and the carefully cultivated forests of Quel’Thalas. Even in the Ghostlands, where his family’s ancestral home had been swallowed by the ravages of time and the arcane-shaped woods were blackened with the Scourge’s blight, it was not truly wild.

The Emerald Dream, though, was a blueprint for wilderness. There was a pattern to it, yes, in the delicate spirals winding through the grass that rippled in the sea breeze - was it a sea? What lay beyond the verdant mists off Amirdrassil’s shores? But that was the Titans’ touch, surely. Not all life within the Dream allowed itself to be so contained. Vines snaked around structures both new and old, some blooming in bright hues that the ranger had scarcely imagined before, others in delicate pastels, as if to balance the loudness of their neighbors.

Utter wilderness, scarcely suppressed even by the power of the Titans.

Theras had never had the luxury of seeing the garden that his father and Jaskian tended to in Suramar, but he remembered from his youngest days the calm that came over Luminash when he tended to the window boxes of their old home in Dalaran. After freeing himself from the Farstriders, after visiting this wellspring of all that was wild and beautiful, he could take the time to visit. Perhaps Luminash would take the time to invite him.

Whatever else had happened, whatever loomed on an uncertain horizon, at least the Dragonscale Expedition had given father and son something neither had taken the opportunity to seize before: time to untangle the thorns that had grown between them in long years apart, time to suppress, even if slightly, their own wilderness.

@daily-writing-challenge

[kaisinasunblade]

“Suppress/Pastel” Day 2 - February 19 DWC

There was something about Pandaria that brought out a persons inner peace. Kai found herself walking along the stone pathways, across wooden bridges, under the canopy of trees and branches. She had been coming here for some time, when time allowed her such pleasures. No one knew about her journeys here.

"I see you've returned sooner then we had planed. I sense something troubles you my dear." Kai smiles warmly at the pandaren woman that sat in the center of a field. She and Chi'u Silentsign had become quick friends over the past few months she had started coming to Pandaria. As always there was a place for Kai to sit as if Chi'u knew that she would come. Taking her seat, Kai looks out over the sea.

The sun was slowly setting, beautiful pastel colors dances across the waves below. She took her seat next to Chi'u, legs crossing, back straight, chin held high while her hands come to rest on her knees. For the first few hours, both she and Chi'u meditated.

Following the sensation of her breaths she centers herself as it goes in and as it goes out. Here no one judged her, she did not even judge herself. The thoughts of this morning soon became a distant memory. When and if her mind started to wonder, she focused on her breathing.

After two hours Kai's eyes open as the sounds of the land around her brings an even more inner peace with in her heart. The evening would be filled with her and Chi'u speaking of recent happenings, Kai's nightmares and other things. They would enjoy a dinner together, and retire to Chi'u's home for the night.

It was here that Kai was learning how to let go of her past, to move on. No longer would her past suppress her.

@daily-writing-challenge

[ellissay-blakemore]

DWC-Day 2 - Pastel

It had been a while since Ellissay had gone out to any event. But looking everywhere, she could see that love was in the air had taken over. And though she didn't have a love of her own. She couldn't help but get into the spirit as red and pink hearts decorated the towns, and the event carried on through the weeks.

The dress she held up was pale pink. A color she didn't wear often, but she rarely dressed up anymore, either. Work took up most of her life. She shrugged and thought, why not after months of nothing but hot black leather and weapons? Dressing up sounded particularly fun.

She took her time getting ready, letting the hot shower water cascade down over her head and across her nude form. She used a soft floral soap and lathered her body, inhaling the sweet, clean scent as she scrubbed. She took her time for once, washing away not only the dirt and sweat from her skin but also some of her worries. She could feel herself relaxing, her muscles relaxing, even her mind taking on a much calmer tone. It was enough a part of her didn't want to leave that small sanctuary. However, she would be late if she stayed much longer, and besides, the water was starting to cool down.

She reaches for the towel and steps onto the bath rug, the water on her feet soaking into the material. She drags the towel across her still-wet form and dries off from head to toe, only softly patting her silvery-white hair. She wrapped the towel around her and headed to her bedroom, where she had laid out her attire on her bed. She had laid a matching pair of panties beside the dress, and she would put these on first, slipping into the pink thong. The dress had built-in support for her breasts so that she would skip the bra for tonight. Finally, she steps into the dress, shimming it over her hips and slipping her arms in the sleeves. The dress fit perfectly because she had had it tailored, spending more gold on it than she probably should have. But after she slipped on her shoes and looked in the mirror, she knew it was worth it.

She moves through the necklaces on her desk and finds a set of pearls her Aunt Elutia had given her many moons ago on her birthday. They shimmered softly in the light and would pair perfectly with the dress. She fastens them around her neck, pulling her hair out of the way for a moment before letting it fall back into place in soft waves around her bare shoulders. Finally, she reached for a pink bottle of perfume and dabs just a dot on each wrist and the pulse of her neck.

Stepping back, she takes a long look in the mirror and then smiles. "Not too bad," she says to herself. Her heels tapped softly on the floor as she made her way to the living area, picking up a matching satchel containing some money she would spend while she was out. She slips it around her wrist and grabs a set of keys, locking her door on the way out. She wasn't sure where the night would take her, but a part of her didn't care. She needed this. Ellissay needed to enjoy life for a bit. Already, she could hear the music coming from down the street and see the hearts decorating the area. She could smell various scents, including what she felt were baked goods. Maybe there would be cookies or cake, perhaps even candies. She couldn't wait to find out. There may even be dancing, wouldn't that be nice?

@daily-writing-challenge