#mithandra

[pennybard]

Thing a Day #10

((Because putting characters you love like family through hell is just something we love to do apparently…))

Dearest Vizriel,

I hope this letter finds you well. There are many who have warned me against attempting to contact you; with threat of violence, or death if they see fit. They likely know by now that I’ve sent this letter, as not even Death itself has managed to keep me from trying to reach you in the past. Even when it was you who killed me.

I want you to know that, for all the pain I’ve caused you, I have never wished to cause you any harm. I have robbed you of those close to you, those you loved. I want you to know that it was never out of malice toward you. Every one of them was a display of my love for you. I know I have made you sad, but I know that I can make you so much happier.

You have hurt me in the past as well, and I know that you didn’t want to either. I have died twice by your hands. The first time, even as your blade entered my body, I could feel regret, and sadness.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry, please don’t go, I’m sorry…"

I’ll never forget the love in those words as I slipped away from you a second time. Our bond is one that no others can claim. Death, and Death, and Death again has brought us together, stronger than any could ever be joined.

I am keeping my eyes on you. I know that you are well, and seeking a way to make everything right again. I will watch you, and see to it that you are not disturbed, as best I can. Be a Father, be a husband for the time being, but some day, you will be mine.

I promise you, with every ounce of will I possess.

Someday, you will finally be all mine.

Yours for all time,

Mithandra

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Vizriel leaned over the railing overlooking the great forge, and held the letter out over the pool of molten iron. After a time, he sighed and let go.

"Dah!" A tiny voice could be heard over the hustle and bustle of Ironforge, and the Warlock smiled. He turned around and watched as Lathrien carried Bit on his shoulder, the Night Elf smiling as he held Vizriel’s daughter out to him. The Warlock scooped Abityria into his arms and brought her in close for a hug.

He pressed his blackened lips to his daughter’s temple, and inhaled deeply. He turned to look at the Night Elf.

"Thank you, again."

"Aaah, my pleasure, man! She’s a hoot. Helps me feel young again, lookin’ after a kid, and for me that’s sayin’ a lot." The squinting Night Elf chuckled. "Besides, she helps me sort my herbs. Has a natural gift for it, I think. I’d put gold on her being a pretty kickin’ healer some day." He said, pointing a finger out to Bit, who grabbed it and laughed. Vizriel smiled and looked at his daughter, who looked back.

"You think he’s right? Will you be a healer some day?" Vizriel asked. Bit bounced in her Dad’s arms.

"HEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIGH!" She exclaimed, waving her arms around.

"Oh! Well, ‘heeeeeeeiiiiiiigh’ it is then. Who are we to argue?" The Warlock said. Both men laughed. The Druid nodded to Vizriel.

"Same time tomorrow then?" Lathrien asked. Vizriel nodded.

"That’d be great, thanks Lathrien." Vizriel said, holding out a small pouch of gold, which the Night Elf waved off, as usual. The two said their goodbyes, and Vizriel was left alone with his daughter.

"So baby, let’s get some dinner, and…" He sniffed her again "a bath. Then I’ll read you some more about dragons before bed time." Bit wound her fingers in her Dad’s hair as the Warlock walked toward his rented flat in Ironforge.

Down in the molten iron of the great forge, not even ashes remained of Mithandra’s letter.

[pennybard]

Thing a Day #9

((I did a thing yesterday too, but it was more of a personal thing, so I wrote it down in an actual notebook, just for me. So I’ll continue to number things I write here, but the number will just be to keep track of Tumblr-ized posts. Without further ado though, a bit from my favorite dudes. I’m honestly not sure how things are with Istari, as I was dumb and wasn’t subscribed at the same time boneycircus was))

Two metal tankards collided with a dull metallic clunk before they were brought up to blackened lips for a swig. Anvernus set his down long before Vizriel did.

"Well, I was going to ask how you’ve been, but it looks like I don’t have to." The Death Knight said with a smirk, biting a the saronite ring in his lower lip as he waited for the Warlock to stop guzzling his ale. When he finally stopped, Vizriel held the cuff of his shirt to his mouth and wrenched his eyes closed for a moment. He inhaled deeply, huffed out a breath and leaned back. The Booty Bay tavern was empty save for the two and the Goblin bartender.

"It’s been shit, really." The Warlock said to his friend. "I’m grateful you agreed to see me, Anvernus. Thank you." He said. The Death Knight nodded before a quick sip of his ale.

"I admit I was a little wary at first. The last few times you’ve needed my aid did not end well. Self-destructive as I am, I don’t want to go down some of the ways you seem to try to." Anvernus said, the tips of his fingers carefully popping little bubbles at the surface of his ale. Vizriel sat quiet for a moment. He then lifted a finger.

"I met my first wife, right there." Vizriel said. Anvernus turned and looked at the bar. The Goblin behind the bar stared at them for a second, reaching under the counter for the rifle he kept there. He relaxed a little when the two went back to talking.

"Lizra? I never learned how you two met. Was the tending the bar?" Anvernus asked, bringing his drink to his lips afterward. Vizriel shook his head.

"Dancing on it." Vizriel said. Anvernus’ eyebrows raised.

"I had no idea." The Death Knight said, leaning his head to one side.

"That’s a bit surprising. She made no secret of her part-time vocation. Trolls are wonderful that way. You’ll rarely see an inhibition-addled Troll. One of many things I miss about the Horde." The Warlock said as he turned his tankard so that the line of the handle was perpendicular to the edge of the table. "Things were so much easier back then. The Old Gods were rumors then, stories parents told their children to scare them before bed. No Worgen curse, no members of the Alliance breathing down my neck about being a Warlock, no chil…" He grew quiet, then brought his tankard to his lips. Anvernus sighed.

"Vizriel, you’re my best friend."

"You’re mine."

"Well, as your best friend, I’m going to tell you what you need to hear, instead of what you may want me to say.” Anvernus said, gulping more of his ale to wet his throat before he continued. “You can’t go back. You’re not going to return to a simpler time, when everything was figured out. Even if you did get back there, you’d remember just how unsure everything was anyway.”

Vizriel nodded, sitting back in his chair.

"And you’re a Father. Have you seen your daughter in the last week?” Anvernus asked, leaning forward. Vizriel shook his head. 

"I can’t go back to her, knowing Istari is still out there somewhere. She sent me a letter Anvernus…"

"So you think that instead of one parent, she should have none? I can’t believe you left her with that herb-laced Night Elf too." Both of them chuckled at that. "She needs you. I remember the worgen as well, I know it’s killing you to be away from your child." Anvernus reached over and grasped his friend’s shoulder.

"Go. Be. A. Dad." He said, shaking his friend with every syllable. "If she sent you a letter, then she’s out there. She’ll find you when she’s ready. Woe betide you if she comes back and finds out you’ve been neglecting your child." He said with a grin. Vizriel leaned forward and planted his face in his hands for a while. The two sat in silence for a while. When Vizriel sat back up, his eyes were red. He sniffed.

"You’re absolutely right. I need Abi about as much as she needs me right now." Vizriel said. Anvernus nodded. The Warlock then stood up, leaving a small bag of gold on the table, and slinging his bag over his shoulder. "I really should go. Thank you, Anvernus. I’ve missed you."

The Death Knight nodded and smiled.

"I you."

The Warlock turned toward the door, paused and turned back.

"How is Mithandra?"

"Ah, you’ve got enough to worry about. Let me worry about her…" Anvernus said. Vizriel looked concerned, but the Death Knight only chuckled.

"She’s fine. Go."

Vizriel left the tavern. Anvernus finished off his ale, leaned back in his chair and looked up toward the rented rooms the tavern boasted. A shadowy shape looking down at him narrowed its glowing yellow eyes.

"Leave him be. It would be my pleasure to stop you." The Death Knight whispered.

He knew Mithandra could hear him.

((Even though these guys are gleeful murderers, I always love writing this kind of stuff for them most.))