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[gellintalah]

‘ stay with me tonight? ’

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     🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ  The relationship had become something of routine, if you could call it a relationship. She’d sneak into his territory, they’d spend an evening together--usually undressed--and she’d leave.With a sigh, the Kaldorei turned around in the bed so that she could face him. It was a mistake, really, she could see the desperation in his eyes. The need for her to be more than a good time every so often. But that was not who she was, it was not the game that she played. But his face...it was so soft, and so innocent, that it made her question if her game was really necessary.

     She sits up, not bothering to pull the blanket around her chest--he’d seen it many times now, anyhow. With a sigh, she touched his arm. “That doesn’t sound like a good idea. Careful, you’re starting to sound dependent.” But it was a joke, of course, the slight twinkle in her eye the only indication. Maybe they both were getting too dependent.

[gellintalah]

"I would appreciate it if you could stop leaving dead animals for me to find. I don't know what your fascination is with them but it's really bothersome."

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 🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ  He’d caused her to look up from her task with all of his complaining. With a heavy sigh, the Rogue fed the bit of apple to her Direhorn runt, Sully, and then wiped the juice off on her pants before standing from her crouching position. She’d had quite the time ruining the life of the Grand Magister Sin'dorei, and she hardly envisioned herself stopping now just because he asked her to.

     Luminescent eyes traveled from his face now, down to the dead rodent that he held in his hand. She’d been playing this game for quite some time, and a stony exterior was quite possibly her best feature. Not that he’d notice either way, with the mask that she had tugged upon her face, covering all but her eyes. “It’s not a good idea to touch anything that a trained assassin leaves at your doorstep, it’s what made you such an easy target. However, the poison seems to be taking longer to kick in. It got the rat already, but…”

[gellintalah]

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

Force my muse to spill their secrets.

Before Nanthis left home and became a rogue, she trained as a child so that she could one day become a Druid like her uncle. I think that sometimes she regrets not doing that, and she wishes that she had continued that. As far as actual talent goes, she wishes that she had some of the powers that druids had, or that she could talk to animals. She really likes animals.

[gellintalah]

‘ i am aching to hold you & keep you safe, to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you. ’

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   🗡｡･:*:･ﾟShe wanted to take his hands, to request that he join the Alliance once again, but she knew that doing so would steal his happiness. He'd wanted his position for so long, and to give it all up just for one person seemed like a ridiculous thought. "This is a war, Rommath. And we are on different sides of it. You have just as much say so in my safety as I do yours."

[gellintalah]

Double checking the two were alone, Rommath crossed the room silently. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around Nanthis. With the recent events of Darkshore, both elves were beyond frazzled, comfort rare to find these days it seemed. "Your mother deserved a much more honorable fate than what she was given. I'm so sorry."

     🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ  At this point in time, Nanthis didn’t care if they were alone. What more could the Horde take from her? In all of her years as an assassin, Nanthis never shed a single tear. Emotions were not a luxury that she could afford lest she be bested in battle, or outwitted by an enemy. But feeling his arms around her, smelling the smoke that had embedded its nasty scent into her hair and clothes, all of her emotions that she’d kept hidden from everyone, suddenly spilled over. She’d never been one to grieve, but oh, was there grieving to be done today. Grasping his robes within her fingers, Nanthis wept.

[gellintalah]

how do you get yourself out of a writing funk?

interview the writer

y i k e s. I usually don’t, I just...don’t write until I feel like writing again, but sometimes I’ll listen to music that I relate to my muse and that’ll give me some muse.

[gellintalah]

do you have any advice for other writers?

interview the writer 

Oh god, I’m terrible at this kind of thing. Um, mostly just have fun, and my friend actually told me a long time ago: try not to repeat what they say in your response, they know what they said already, just start with your reactions to what was said/done instead of re-summarizing.

[gellintalah]

is there a song that reminds you of your muse?

interview the writer

Honestly pretty much all of the songs on my blog, but my favorite is Run