#jayyson shadowchase

[quelloras]

"You’re hot when you’re angry" - from Jayy

She had been bitching about how she wanted to punch a certain warlock in the face for his stupid little flirtatious remarks when Jayy decided to take a page out of his friend’s book and he too poked the dragon.

“You...” Gallaria opened and closed her mouth, working her jaw. “You get a free pass out of that one.”

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[quelloras]

🍝: Is there a random thing that just reminds you of home or a pleasant memory? Do you understand why or do you see absolutely no correlation between it and the memory?

Gallaria smiled and leaned back in her chair. “Pillows. Lots and lots of pillows. It started in Pandaria with Jayy. He was weak from his ordeal with that damned orc and needed the support of soft fluffy things. I of course came to enjoy laying against pillows. So there’s plenty of correlation.”

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[quelloras]

The mage sits up on the pillows as she turns to go, “Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

Gallaria leaned on her cane, turning around. “Would you answer it if I asked?” The paladin asked a question in response to his, eyes flashing with a peculiar intensity. She waited patiently for his reply.

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[rylindal-blog]

2. Sometimes

Sometimes you meet a person who you just know will have an indelible impact on your life. This person can accept you for all your eccentricities and your confusing background and be completely comfortable asking curious questions.

I had thought that my father, Jayyson and Lady Quel’loras would be the only real friends I’d have for awhile, but I was proven wrong. I met a lovely woman by the name of Feythril. She’s been through something terrible and as is becoming normal for me, I started spouting off wisdom like I’ve lived the experience before. Wait, wait, wait.

Miss Feythril has inspired me to try and not be so hard on myself. I –have- been through things and I shouldn’t let other people’s opinions dictate how I conduct myself. Anyways…I hope I’ve helped her a bit. She was just so sad that I think I tried to make her smile as much as possible. I even got her to get some sleep.

I’m quite excited to see where our friendship takes us. I do know that it will be taking us to Pandaria and Northrend because I’ve assigned myself a cleaner of messes and organizer of books. Miss Feythril seems to like the idea of having help to do this. She places great emotional value to her possessions and I don’t blame her there. I still have the pen that Koranna gave me when I wasn’t speaking. Its magic has long since fled; I don’t know if the portal’s unstable magic messed with it, but it’s the memories attached to it that are important.

Anyways, I’m late for my second jog for the day. I feel so restless right now.

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[quelloras]

Outpaced

Gallaria paced the length of her office, back and forth. She had been doing so for the better part of an hour and there was a growing furrow in the carpet underneath the soft leather of her boots. Though it was good exercise for her aching legs, the reason behind the pacing was eating the paladin alive.

 It had been a good couple of weeks since Faer had tried to kill himself. Every day, the temptation to go see him rose and rose until it peaked around the afternoon, but by that time, she’d come up with an excuse not to go.

 She had no idea what to say to him. What wouldn’t sound like a selfish plea or an extremely heated wording of how she felt? Gallaria let out a frustrated growl and finally listened to the groaning of her joints. Sitting down behind her desk, the redhead stared blankly at the medium-sized pile of paperwork and letters she had yet to go through. Most were final copies of things Jayy had written up, budgets and things that needed her signature and seal to make official.

 Still, all she could was pray that she didn’t have a meltdown like the one in the City. It had taken days to clean up the apartment and replace everything that she had destroyed. The sounds of a child’s laughter filled the hallway just outside the office, interrupting the train wreck of thoughts the paladin was fixated on.

 Jessa and Illy. Another person who was just about to slip out of her fingers. That engineer was further delayed and Gallaria was ready to go up to Dalaran herself and put her mace to good use. But her aim was off and the power behind her swings was shaky at best. The sound of laughter faded and she was once again alone with her thoughts.

 When are you going to realize that you don’t bring calamity to my life…to the lives of all those who care about you? When will you open your eyes and see that we –want- to be around you?

 When can I start to hope again?

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