#maenden

[sanguinesorceress]

A heart promoted for Maenden, if possible.

Send me a “ 💞 “ and I’ll post a gif showing my muses feelings toward yours. 

(Please accept my apologies for the delay.  I realize this one is a bit late.)

@maenden

[wolf-queen]

♫, if you'd be so kind.

[shxmanismsarchive-blog]

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There was a distinct lack of expression on the draenei’s face. Crimson dripped gingerly down her face, covering cornflower skin as Euanthe moved a hand towards its descent. Gruff noises escaped through a swollen nose, but beyond that callousness was relief. The shaman smiled with lips stained red, a gentle face drenched in war that she wished not to have experienced. There was pain, regret, but perhaps even satisfaction of something accomplished. She was a guardian, then, over a stranger that had been capable of handling the world place upon their shoulders. Before her laid the broken bodies of attackers, smoldering under the burning smoke of molten lava. So many casting intimidation before her, taken out only by the elements within the palms of her hands. He would not have seen her so broken, so beaten before. She struggled to keep herself up, but her attention turned slowly to the elf behind her. 

          Gentle, she remained. She continued to smile. 

                        But she looked so broken.

                                    So… afraid.

                                                               ❝Hope… is the only thing stronger than fear.❞

[jagged-little-pieces]

♪ for Mister Maenden.

Or leave a 🎵 for a song that reminds my muse of yours!

If I Never See Your Face Again - Maroon 5 w/ Rihanna

Now you've gone somewhere elseFar awayI don't know if I will find you (find you, find you)But you feel my breathOn your neckCan't believe I'm right behind you (right behind you)'Cause you keep me coming back for moreAnd I feel a little better than I did beforeAnd if I never see your face againI don't mind'Cause we gone much further than I thought we'd get tonightSometimes you move so wellIt's hard not to give inI'm lost, I can't tellWhere you end and I begin

 [ @maenden ]

[calisvol]

@maenden​ -- ;

   something primal existed in the fray , darkness that drenched hot and heady , dried like the smoke exuded from cigarette tips . choking and stifling , light visible in these thick plumes of a firefight . tonight had been the place determined for murder , but the draculina had other plans in store . casull and joshua were honed almost victoriously as she appeared from corner cover to shoot with abandon , the satisfactory sounds of agony as the targets hit home bringing about grins triumphant to her features . though it hadn’t meant to be this chaotic , the murder supposed to be clean and precise -- incisive as a scalpel through flesh -- but this ...

  well , sometimes it was a lot more fun to just have a stab at it .

[rezplease]

"I can't believe you've never read this one, Aens," Paij murmured as she approached the bed to slip beneath the hefty amounts of fur. They blanketed the two from the chill of the snow outside, the wind causing creaks and groans. It was a pleasant thing; to be indoors with a lover at the time of a harsh storm. Aeni pressed herself into Paijwen's side, the book opening before them to present script written in storybook cursive.

"It was not in our library, though I could have sworn I'd read it. I don't remember it, though, as I should. Is it good?"

Paijwen offered a single nod, beginning the story as her tongue swept between lips that threatened to chap in the cold air. "Once upon a time, in a far-off country, there lived a merchant who had been so fortunate in all his undertakings that he was enormously rich. As he had six sons and six daughters, however, who were accustomed to having everything they fancied, he did not find he had a penny too much." A pause was forced as Aeni interrupted, "Do not tell me this is another white knight story, Paij. I don't like those." She stared towards her better half, the other placing a finger to the arcanist's lower lip as she hushed her. "You'll see."

Then she began again. Words fell effortlessly with the fluency of a passionate reader. It kept Aeni captivated with the motions as she spoke the written words aloud, and the woman bothered not to interfere longer than need be for the reader was wildly beautiful.

She listened, ears perked, body relaxed. A story of a beast, mutated by curse and fallen for the likes of an alluring human girl. Truly a story written by a younger race, Aeni felt, for beauty was a concept that they wrote to be more than skin deep.

"In reality," she wrote in her journal that night after a parting kiss, "-is that the beast is on the inside, and the beauty is on the outside. It is in the form of a strong jaw, in the form of a marvelous haircut. It is a clean suit with designer hats. It is ears made of Human carve and of ringed fingers often clasped about the best whiskey. So far I'd allowed myself to forget that I hated the Beast in my story, that he'd manipulated me with words and with purchases of the best shoes. I don't know what I want from this; nor what I'm getting. He will be not as the beast in the story, where he is gentle beneath bristling fur. He will end me, and I won't see it coming for I've given myself to him. I can't give myself to him. I will end this some day soon."

Walking the streets of Silvermoon, fingers tapped anxiously against each pale palm, her strides given to exude a beguiling confidence over the doubt she felt. She wore her best roses, curled her hair. She lifted her right hand, knuckles rapping against the wood of the door that opened a whole new world to her. From the door, he emerged to lean into the frame, eyes boring into her own as she began to speak. Words took flight over that staring, lips falling to craft something though nothing came forth. Surely she'd come over for something other than to stare, and so he decided to speed the process. Arms entangled about her, bringing her into a kiss as the door was closed behind their entry.

"But today is not that day," her pen scrawled in candlelight.

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paijwen-ooc

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