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Val checking out Levv’s will never get old to me.
Ever.
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Butt
Val checking out Levv’s will never get old to me.
Ever.
@levvnightfall
30: A song that reminds you of yourself
cause tomorrow’s another day...
An Evening at Home A steady rhythmic thump comes from the little one room home above the Alchemy shop in the Mage District. Serelia throws herself into her workout, fists making contact with the canvas bag filled with straw that hangs from a beam. Nearby a half empty bottle of wine, brought from Silvermoon, one of the few she has left. A mix of solutions to her frustration at the evening’s events. One last punch rocks the bag, sending it swaying back and forth, before she moves to sit heavily at the small desk in her room, taking the bottle of wine with her. She unwraps the protective cloth around her hands, tossing it aside as she pulls her writing supplies and parchment from a drawer. First day as a part of the Lionsguard for House Holt. It isn’t the same. Maybe I’m still bitter that over a century of loyal service was thrown out by the void. It’s easy to be bitter right now though, the voices encourage it. I’m trying to hold that back, think and write positive. Not today Void. Different, but so far relatively positive. I think I could find satisfaction in protecting this family. Doing what I’m good at again feels comfortable. Working helps keep my mind straight too. Still, I wish I could have done more. Sere rests an elbow on the wood of the desk, and tips back about a quarter of the bottle of wine. A bleary eyed glare at it, and she wipes the back of her hand across her eyes, blinking a few times before looking back down at what she’s written. “Light I’m all over. Focus up Sere.” She picks up quill again. Break down the evening’s events. It helps to make a clear picture. 1) I was standing guard out front of the Embassy, first shift. I was speaking with the Worgen. I think his name is Val? Also a Death Knight. His name sounded like Mortuary or something, I will need to re-learn it. 2) Levv arrived with another Ren’Dorei woman. Des? We were making introductions when a request for aid came over comms from Cadence. 3) Cadance arrived carrying a bleeding woman. Zalra? There are so many new faces. Names are not my strong suit. Writing them helps. She says Zalra was attacked, Cadance rescued her. 4) Valdim. Worgen. He looked over the injured woman, determined she was potentially poisoned. Cadance said the man who had stabbed her offered an antitoxen. Val asked me to retrieve it. 5) I arrived in the basement of MI:7 where the attack occured. Saw the backside of a man bandaging his injuries. I should have attacked him immediately. I called out instead. Benefit of the doubt. 6) The man had the Antitoxin, asked me if I was there for it, if I represented ‘the curious Ren’Dorei’ he said. He meant Zalra I think. He said they could have taken the antitoxin and refused it, asked why he should give it to me. 7) I mouthed off. Bad habit, I told him because I asked nicely, and because I didn’t want to have to ask not nicely. He said she deserved to suffer, and smashed the vial before vanishing in smoke. 8) I reported back, retrieved the remains of the vial and Cadance’s pistols. Returned to the Embassy. We did what we could, Zalra will live, but I can’t help but feel I could have spared her some suffering. 9) Lady Emilia seems like a genuinely good person. Her care in this matter was refreshing. Serelia drops her quill, glaring at the parchment for a moment. “Don’t beat yourself up Sere. New faces, new post, you’ll get there.” She takes another drag from the wine bottle, and glances over at the red wrapped package sitting on her desk. Her prize from Lady Emilia after the arm wrestling contest earlier in the day. A smile passes her lips. “Could’ve been worse. Not a bad first day.”
12: A song from your preteen years
Being a preteen/teenager in the 80s Prince was very much a part of my life.
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A song that reminds me of your muse:
Finger Eleven - One Thing
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Merry Christmas, happy holidays and every other I missed. I hope the next few days are good and safe for you all.
8: A song about drugs or alcohol
Such a peppy song for the topic
The music symbol things
A song that makes my muse think of yours:
Foo Fighters - The Pretender
Keep you in the darkYou know they all pretendKeep you in the darkAnd so it all beganSend in your skeletonsSing as their bones go marching in... againThey need you buried deepThe secrets that you keep are at the readyAre you ready?I'm finished making senseDone pleading ignoranceThat whole defenseSpinning infinity, boyThe wheel is spinning meIt's never-ending, never-endingSame old story
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