#legualt

[fe-aesthetics]

I know a great spot to relax. Why don't you join me? It's quite the luxury, not having to worry about what you're going to eat or where you're going to sleep.

Legault, The Hurricane

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*requested by anon*

[moriurya]

Journal Entry (Problems)

Dear Journal

My life has become more complex than ever before. There is talk of a group of people promoting themselves into power to watch over the Convocation, but there is also conversations arising of people wanting to overthrow the whole system. I know that I have stated multiple times that I hate Silvermoon, but I feel as if something devastating is going to happen and I might as well be caught up in the middle of it. Elenicius has not been seen since I brought him back to life in the grass of Mulgore. Not many actually know that I did that, and I hope that no one else finds out. Rhymor is one who does know, but he seems to be the only one I can really talk to. He annoys me sometimes, and his mind is moving so fast that logic doesn’t seem to be keeping up, but he seems to care about me enough. But I fear that I have created tension between too old friends, and it scares me. What will happen when that tension snaps? Will I be stuck? Sadly, there is still a lot to deal with that I cannot just let sit on the sidelines. The prisoner, Legualt, broke his way out with the help of my adoptive father. I had not thought that my uncle would actually help him, but I also didn’t think that whatever it was Legualt was planning was actually going to work. With him out and about again, I fear for the safety of everyone in the city. Does he still think that Elenicius loves me? Is everything about to crumble because one man seems to just want to destroy and torture one man? Everyone needs to be much more cautious in their travels now that the scum is out. Now if only the people of power would stop thinking they are immune to everything. It doesn’t work like that. Just because someone has noble blood doesn’t mean they will be spared the infection of crime. Always I will protect my friends, but I wish that it did not mean meddling with the affairs of the City. Sadly, my new father thinks that I need to be a Noblewoman as my new title demands. Of all the things I want to do, the strongest one has to do with running from the City and never returning. But wouldn’t that be abandoning my friends? Life-long friends are holding me to the city and it might kill us all. I am drowning, the tide is winning, and I am holding on to my last breaths.

[plegian-trash]

Whenever I read Legault’s name, I read it as “LE’GO” like he’s some rapper or something omfg