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that awkward moment when someone approaches you ic and asks you to have sex with their friend...

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While I'm waiting for updates, TMI tuesday anyone?

Ask me questions ic to Lithiania or Petrine (or both!) or ooc. Hell, you can even send me writing prompts as well. 

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Not gonna lie, I had been hoping that maybe JUST MAYBE that Blizz would have the belf Artcraft ready. but... no. D: *sulks in a corner*

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"Oh, another warlock who doesn't seem to mind my initial present... ha. I'll make nice conversation with him but since I know very little of him, can only fuckin' trust him as far as I throw him... "

"He always has that fuckin' mask on. I wonder what he hides behind it? Hideous face? Scars everywhere? face terribly burned or some shit? Hmm... I only wonder." 

"I wouldn't mind gettin in a lil fist to fist brawl with him. If he'd keep fuckin' it fair, of course. I'd wonder who would win?

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"I know in some ways, Amaranthee looks up to me. I don't fuckin know why but, sometimes I feel like I disappoint Amaranthee with some of my choices as a leader. I'm someone far more experienced in battle, and life." 

"Amara always wonders why I'm hangin' out with her instead of other paladin. Truth be told.. I can't fuckin stand the majority of the haughty ass noble paladins. She knows better than anyone my veins are like a boar slathered in mud." 

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♣ (for Amaranthee to Lith & Petrine.)

Lithiania's thoughts on Amaranthee:

"Her and I did not start off on the right foot. Even though I thought her foolish for working so closely beneath Dethias, I'd never wanna harm her. I knew somewhere deep down, she only wants the good for the Sin'dorei. our people. Just because she's a warlock, doesn't fuckin' mean she's evil... y'know? Granted, I still approach her with caution as I know warlock can be deceitful but... I'd like to think our common desire to protect Quel'thalas makes her word true. She's young, and she has a lot of growin' up to do.I'll help her if she ever calls my name. Sometimes though, I'd wish we could just have a good night of drinkin', but.. she doesn't drink and I won't force it on her. That's her choice."

Petrine's thoughts on Amaranthee: 

"I was first intrigued by her because I wanted to know what it was like inside her mind. She seemed different from other warlocks, and I was absolutely right about it. After some bargaining, she allowed me inside of her head, and then I understood what made her different. I found myself not being able to part from her company, I enjoyed it and I'd purposefully read through my books fast just so I could see her again. Eventually our relationship has evolved... and she pushes me away alot. I refuse to let her do it. I want her to know she isn't a bad person, at all. I just... I wish I could tell her how much I love her..." 

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[Note: A little "short story" I wrote a while ago.]

She left behind darkening skies after making a long trek out of the city to Falconwing Inn. Not many bothered traveling to this part of the great capitol. Parts of Silvermoon still remained divided. Yet, she didn't mind walking all the way over here.

The bartender jumped at the sudden noise of Lithiania's hand impacting on the bar top. Slowly she turned her head to peer over her shoulder to catch the gaze of the tall, muscled paladin. Lithiania noted her sour expression but ignored it as she said, "Y'know what I want,"

The bartenders forced smile spread a bit wider, "of course..."

Lithiania lazily stepped her way towards the back to plop herself upon the chair. The bartender made an audible sound of disapproval. However, Lithiania didn't budge her feet in the slightest. Instead, she patiently waited for her drink to arrive. Lithiania wasted no time once her order came to the table. She just loudly gulped it down, and a loud belch quickly followed.

A deep whimsical chuckle entered Lithiania's ears. Her eyes narrowed as she peered over her shoulder. A tall Sin'dorei man with a very immaculate build stood a few feet from her. Prominent scars littered his face, and neck. His high cheek bones, full lips, and chiseled jaw made him as handsome as the rest of their race. Lithiania's heart began to race, "The fuck you laughin' at?"

"It's rare I see a Sin'dorei woman chug back her Ambrosia like some Orc."

"If I had a piece of gold for every asshole that pointed that out to me, well... you get the damn idea," She sneered.

"So you assume I'm an asshole?" He calmly inquired with his intense gaze never leaving her.

"Continue to pester me about my habits 'n I'm gonna assume you're like the rest." Her fingers curled tighter around the mug, any tighter and the glass would shatter.

Deep wrinkles creased along her lips and her brows pinched in the middle. He stood there and watched even after the silence had fallen."Is there anything I can help you with? Or you gonna keep starin' at me like some dimwit?" The empty wine glasses shuddered at the impact of her fist on the table.

Lithiania's foul attitude warded many away, and yet this man's demeanor remained unchanging, "I was only wondering if I could possibly sit down with you?"

Her dark painted lips parted along with her eyes widening, "Wait wha-? why?" her hair viciously swayed about along with those large golden swinging side to side. "Y'know what? don't even fuckin' bother. I just... I need another drink." She raised her voice, "Now!"

He watched the bartender with a cat like fixation. Her movements were quick and experienced, "She seems to know you pretty well."

Lithiania snorted, "Let's just say it's not fuckin' easy dealing with assholes and people screamin' Knight-Lord Blackstrider all fuckin' day long!""

"So you're a Blood Knight?"

 "Yeah..."

His fel lit eyes carefully observed the paladin, "Do you not enjoy being a blood knight?"

Lithiania's loud voice echoed off the walls of the inn as she laughed, "What in the world gave you that stupid idea?!"

When he chuckled it sounded as if he was mocking her, "By the amount of drinks you're slinging back, my fair lady, I would have assumed otherwise."  

 Lithiania pointed an accusing finger towards him. The very sound of his voice beginning to sound similar to grinding metal, "If you dealt with what I did you would be coming here and slinging the drinks back too!"

She thumped her hand impatiently atop the table, "Hurry with my damn ambrosia!"

 Her drink had been quickly placed before her and as before, half of its contents were gone already. Lithiania's world began to blur. Despite how she quickly lost grasp of her temper, she didn't find exploding at people enjoyable. "Maybe you weren't cut out to be a Blood Knight? I mean, you don't scream 'for the people' material anyways." He offered a condescending smile. His words stung deep.

Lithiania felt a cold sweat form on the back of her neck. Her pounding heart dropped into her stomach, and her cheeks burned a deep red. It could have been the booze or her anger. Lithiania closed the distance between them. She could see his nose curl as her alcohol ridden breath invaded his nostrils, "Do you wanna fuckin fight? Cause I'll knock them teeth right out of that pretty face! My decisions and goals are none of your damn business, asswipe!"

He laughed to only further enrage her. Lithiania snatched a fistful of his clothes. As if his face couldn't be any closer. The bartender quickly rushed to attempt to pull Lithiania off and failed miserably. "Not in here!" The bartender bellowed.

 A quick brush of her arm had the small woman off her. Lithiania breathed heavily from her flared nostrils. The veins in her neck pronounced. Her spit splattered onto the ground, "No need to worry 'bout your inn. I'm fuckin leaving." she grumbled.

Lithiania stomped out. His words bothered her greatly, and he had taken plenty of entertainment from her reactions. "What a waste of a night."

Inside, the man brushed the wrinkles from his robes, "My my . . . I never even caught her full name." He grinned to himself as he pondered the stories that must be locked away from the world.

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