#riessestarsinger

[raxwel-blythe]

Your Day 29 writing was lovely! So touching at it's core. I found myself reading it over and over. Thank you for sharing it with us.

I was just gonna leave this one in the inbox because reasons, but thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed Raxwel’s inner thoughts and hopefully, that’s enough to forgive him when he goes back to his usual nonsense. I am going to blush furiously in a corner somewhere. 

Thanks @riesstarsinger!

[klarabellalightblade]

A thing! Again.

Once you get this, please say five things you like about yourself, (IC or OOC), and then send this to 10 of your favorite followers.

Tagged by MalagothrimEmbersong

OOC things:

I’m very shy until I get to know you.

I’m very blunt when it comes to giving advice, but at least I’m honest.

I’m fiercely loyal.

I have gorgeous blue eyes.

I’m a good cook.

IC things:

I love unconditionally.

I’m a fairly skilled tailor.

I have the most amazing family ever.

I like to help others.

I like to travel and see all Azeroth has to offer.

[samiesan]

riessestarsinger replied to your post:Oh yeah, by the way...

Happy, Happy Birthday!

Thank you! :D

[spinosaurusdex]

Most definitely ready for some Gnome huggin!!!! <3

I am ready for SO MANY GNOME HUGS

[acaliniaembershade]

For at least thirty minutes, I was content to listen only to the inhaling and exhaling of Jahaerys as he slept, and to watch his bare, pallid back rise and fall with each. I, however, could not sleep. Today was that of my return to the City, to the Registy, to my family, and it passed me by in a long, multi-coloured blur.  There is nothing more surreal than speaking to someone whom knows you, but you cannot even recall their face. They become confused, or angry with you but it's not your fault. Like Rook. He seemed to be a perfectly wonderful man, but I remembered nothing of him. He almost seemed hurt by knowing that, which hurt me in turn.

Aerys rolled over slightly so that he was facing me, and I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of his face. Sharp, harsh. If looks could kill, I would cry out for death. There was a Gala tonight for the Silvermoon City's Citizen Hospice, held by house Glacierwind. A lovely event, though rather conceited, it seemed, and focussed more on the family of its founders than the organization itself. But that is how the nobles play this game, yes? It's time to play along. We -this man and I- even made a healthy donation of fifty-two hundred gold pieces combined.. it's time to make friends, Amariesse. Jahaerys. Let us play these games and revel in it. However, at every Elven party, someone must attend to bring the festivities to a screeching halt. Tonight, it was a Death Knight by the name of Nikkitah. Apparently I knew, and was quite fond of him, before my realignment. Even sought help from him at his clinic. 

Carefully, I pushed my bare legs out from underneath the heavy, feather-filled duvet and pressed my feet against the cool stone floor.  Please don't wake up, was my only thought, as I knew Aerys would ask questions as to why I was still awake. Weary legs carried me into the upper study and out the giant double-doors that led to the balcony. Naked as the day I was born, I rested my hands against the banister surrounding it and peered into the forest's inky depths. This realignment will allow me to see people for what they really are. This is a gift.  But I knew my gift would come with a price. Everything always does. I only pray now that this price does not cost the loss of life to my family.

For a moment, I peered back into the keep and sighed wearily,  Or him, I thought.

[acaliniaembershade]

(Note) Sent to Amariesse Starsinger

((Sent only to Riesse, but meant for everyone in the Registry.))

I have written this prior to my 'realignment' as I thought it best to warn you. In a way, I am a coward; but in another, I was merely desperate. It was either this or death, as you may understand. Riesse.. Rook.. Ana, Voltos, Cael, whomever will read this for explanation, for nearly all of my life I have flirted with death. I have welcomed its cold embrace, but never had the intestinal fortitude see it through. I really am a coward. But you.. all of you gave me purpose and, despite my inability to function these days, I owe it to you to try. To try and return to you.

This Priestess seems skilled enough, and I pray that I will be able to remember those most important. I may not.

Perhaps afterward I will know what real happiness feels like.

-Acalinia "Ace" Starsinger

P.S." Riesse, if you happen across Nikkitah, please tell him that I'm sorry I missed our appointment.

[acaliniaembershade]

Coming home always reminds me of you, Ninsu. This was supposed to be our sanctuary, the only place we did not have to hide from the outside world. Now it brings only emptiness, and anger. You left without notice.. each day afterward was agony as I could feel your mind slipping further and further from mine, and no matter what, I was only grabbing at straws.

I do not know why you abandoned me. I wish I did. How could you leave someone whom was not your equal, or your ‘other half’, but someone whom you shared a consciousness with? Would you like to be of one mind and body? I do not understand.. perhaps I never will. Even now I have tried hard to forget you ever existed through any means necessary. Every endeavour has lead to failure.. and I hate you for it.

But, there are other’s in this world whom have not abandoned me.. who do not tolerate me, but love me completely. Love me enough to let me live under their name. With your loss, Ninsu, I gained a brother and sister; two of the most heart-warming and loyal people I know. I suppose that is something I should thank you for.

Furtive glances broke me from the stupor and I examined our dusty, unloved bedroom. Why did you leave, Ninsu? What did I do? Sometimes, when I am in this home, I hope with a twisted stomach and sweaty palms that you will open wide the door and simply come home. That we could pick our lives up where we left off.. but then I remember my promise to Belyndrae. She gave me that bullet, Nin, the one you gave to her? I know everything. The metal may be engraved with -her- name but -I’ve- addressed it, ‘To whom it may concern.’

[acaliniaembershade]

Acalinia Starsinger

At the cacophonous clattering of talons on a windowpane  and the screech of a raven, I shot straight up in the dusty bed of my Gilnean home with wide eyes and a heartbeat so insistent that it filled the entire home.       "What do you want?!" I shouted at it groggily and flopped back down on the feather-stuffed mattress, causing another plume of dust to waft up into the air. I coughed. With the window left open, the ebony bird easily squeezed his way in and landed on the spherical cap of a bed post.. he caw'd at me again to rouse me.      "Yes, you little beastly thing?" Rolling over to look at him, it was clear that this was a carrier Raven. Must have been from Amariesse.. I know of no one else whom uses black birds for their bidding.

For a moment all was still as the flood of last evening's events poured over me like a relentless waxing wave.  'There was one survivor. It was not Heathcliff.'  That is what Rook had told us all in the Registry; the scene was wrong, so wrong. It made my heart twist and my stomach feel too large for the body it inhabited. Amariesse shook beneath my arms, -still- trying not weep, though I shielded her face from others lest she wished to. Rook is numb. His voice as he spoke was too even, toneless. This is how he would handle loss; by shutting down completely. It was the smartest thing to do.. the safest. That building will never not be filled will sorrow from now on.. the face of Anardorei 2.0 was dreary; empathetic, is the word, and even Jahaerys offered to them use of Drakestone Keep should they come to require it.

     "I don't think the Registry will ever be the same, little guy." The Raven's head cocked to the side inquisitively and he hopped in adorable fashion over to me where I quickly untied the rolled up parchment from his legs.      "There.. you can go home now." The bird.. looked sad a moment, if birds even have the capacity to express such an emotion I do not know, but he did.  Nevermore, was the term that came to mind, No, we never -would- be the same. Long after the bird had left, I was still sitting with the parchment clutched in a scarred palm and unblinking eyes.  Right.. the letter. My breath caught as I glanced over the typeface.. This was happening. This was actually happening.