#jhulen

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None of her business...

    An irritation of second guessing herself sank into the thoughts of the old woman as she’d walk towards her house in Silvermoon. She’d let her nails dig into her raven tresses, scraping to her scalp. A sigh escaped her lips. “Why does one even bother. Mercutio isn’t around... his business isn’t mine. Even being invited to such a business...” Diaage mumbled to herself as she’d open the door to find Elsif and Nihasa sitting in the common room. 

    “A bad day?” Elsif noticed a permanent frown lining the woman’s face.  “More dead ends. One doesn’t know what to do anymore. Living here or living in the port - it doesn’t seem quite safe just yet.” The ex-director would slump into one a living room chair. “Elsif... Why should one resurface? To what end? Why should one deal with Mercutio or my  brother? Or any of the family. What goals would that accomplish.” 

    “Well, Miss Malievi... It might not be my business, but... family is family. Considering everything... recovering from years past of estranging yourself your business and noble family...” Elsif spoke quietly as he’d glance from her to Nihasa. “Maybe not just for yourself? But for your daughter?”

   “For titan’s sakes... bringing Nihasa around that lot. Infighting, deaders, screaming, blood... just a typical night of Intoxication.... Hope to the seven hells that that Malache boy is alive...” The old woman groaned as she’d push herself up out of the chair. The conversation trailed from there as she’d stare out the window into the city of Silvermoon. To what end...

To what end for all who witnessed what happened this night.... @intoxication-wra

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Jhulen~ thank you for the commission <3

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The paper trail;

     The morning brought a new light to the ex-director’s investigation. She received words, mostly unkind ones from Vidal. Eyes rolled. “Do you know how much shit you’ve put me in because of the favor I did for you? We’re a government agency, Madame. Not a personal line for your tirades.”       “Oh please. I fund your coin purse, Sharlen. Don’t give me that asinine commentary because you cannot handle the citizen backlash. That’s what a director is supposed to do: advise the public and take whatever shit you get from doing that. If you’re not up to the chase, perhaps we can find a replacement.” The old woman scowled. “Now did you bring one out here just to berate me or?”

   “No.” The director sighed as he’d run a hand through his frazzled golden locks. “Our agents caught a lead on the flyers. They followed a black-maned elf who was seen tearing down several of the wanted posters. Reports say he fled to this little port out in the southwest of Quel’thalas. Funny, because I’ve never heard of this port until now. Not on our books, but could be on the Silvermoon Registry. I’ll have our agents look into that.”    “Don’t worry about having the agents do it, I’ll go down to the registry this afternoon and take a look myself. Try to keep this exchange to ourselves, Sharlen. I still haven’t outed myself just yet and I don’t plan to until we know for sure. I know your hesitation to snoop into the City Noble’s council, but hopefully we won’t have to if the lead works. Titan’s know I don’t want to rouse the attention of the devil... if he’s still alive, that is.” Diaage gave a wry smile, “Have your agents tear down the remaining wanted posters in Silvermoon. Keep them up in Dalaran just in case. I’ll message you if I receive any word.”    “Very well, Madame. Just try not to get killed, alright?” The director gave another sigh. “For my sake and the rest of the agency.”     “Don’t worry. If I do, my coffers would -maybe- line your purses. Maybe.” She twisted her lips into a soft smile, heading out of the double doors to the SIA Headquarters. “Silvermoon Registry... Hm.” @sun-descending @intoxication-wra @sunspireport

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[cynthaelsunfire-blog]

The wedding was exactly the amusing, wonderful, perfect ordeal that Cynthael hoped it would be. The Sunfire family was born. It was unorthodox and a little crazy, but full of love. What more could a man ask for?

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Cynthael had spared no expense in the jungle treehouse-home for Jhulen and himself. It was nicer than any place that Silvermoon had to offer and it was private. Nothing but the best for his priest.

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Vacation

Ever since his cliff-dive Cynthael felt as though he had precious little alone time with his fiance. He had spent quite a few days recovering and then even more days helping Jhulen deal with the many people in their lives that always seem to need them. It wasn’t a bad thing, but he did miss the long evenings they used to spend wrapped up in just each other. The rogue wasn’t about to turn away Aeryssa in the middle of her crisis with her dead husband turning up alive or his sister’s issues with her idiot husband. When people needed him or Jhulen he was more than willing to help. Cyn just wanted a few hours of uninterrupted Jhulen time. As many hours as possible, really.

  They had worked together on his Light-abilities lately and that was tiring, but rewarding. Practicing and researching how the elves who had a natural use of the Light worked, the redhead was getting a little better at it with each passing day. The morning had been busy as usual and while he whipped up breakfast for the growing family of elves that were residing in the apartment, the rogue’s mind was hard at work planning a surprise for his love. He convinced his sister to remain safe in the apartment with the kids for another day or two; at least until Jhulen or himself could deal with Aerhneas.

  The tree-house surprise wasn’t ready yet so Cynthael arranged for a private vacation home out in Pandaria and wrote a quick note to Aeryssa, Syll, Aythala, and Dan so the four would know why he had disappeared with Jhulen. The clinic and the people they loved would have to survive without them for that time. Packing clothes for them both, Cyn grinned to himself as he slipped out of the house and left Silvermoon. Once payment for their new lovenest was dealt with and he had dropped off their things, the redhead set about writing Jhulen a letter. He made sure the words appeared rushed so that his message was all the more urgent.

  ‘Meet me at the shrine as soon as possible. I need you. Hurry.

~Cat’

  Before mailing it, he set a bottle of fine wine in the icebox to chill and arranged the main room so Jhulen would see his box of pastries, fresh vase of roses, and their favourite assortment of chocolates on the table. Making such grand gestures was oddly natural for the elf considering he never bothered to commit to anyone before Jhulen. The last thing Cynthael wanted to happen was for their relationship to suffer because they were in such high demand with everyone else. Jhulen came first. Tonight he planned to ensure that the priest would never doubt that.

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"Throwing your opponent off a cliff is a legitimate tactic. Going off -with- him is not."

Jhulen's wisdom.