Oct 6, 2016
Happy Halloween. Witchy Tammy arts I forgot to upload! http://reddyeno5.tumblr.com
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Happy Halloween. Witchy Tammy arts I forgot to upload! http://reddyeno5.tumblr.com
Tammy pictures sketches made by the lovely nayomii! (I've on FA) They drew Wolfy/foxie Tammy for all my homies who joke about Tammy being a fox.
Confused chicken scratch
Heroes of my past; Fact or fiction? Friends of the present; Fact or fiction? Family; Fact. They are somehow still blissfully unaware. Sitting ducks. Silly giggling heard overhead. The sound of faint breathing in my bed. Warm. He is still warm. Not dead. Not filled with madness. Not now. Not ever. Peace. Pure, blissful peace. Hopefully I will achieve. Soon. :The rest of the page consisted of sketches of a figure with a pointed hat, and a few illegible chicken scratch notes. She seemed rushed when writing in her journal:
Does he even have a smell? Light only knows how much this man washes himself. If he fell into a basin of smashed grapes, and emerged from the sickly, sweet sap, you would see a man quickly rushing away to the bath house to soak the scent away. It is quite possible for him to smell like nothing, yet something in the same breath. Is it the smell of supple leather? Perhaps it is the conditioner used to clean the armor. Maybe the lack of smell is his..smell? Quote the odd entry to write, but in all the time we've spent together, his cleanliness now crossed my mind. It's no wonder I can never find him. Like a spirit, he is hard to see, smell, or even grab a hold of.
Scribbled entry
Rowena asked why mommy was sad. I did not have it in my heart to admit she was right. Maybe I did look upset. I turned her around to brush her hair, hiding my face from our sweetheart. I did not want her to see the emptiness in my eyed or the anger twisting my face. I always want to be a shining, warm presence to her just as the Light should be. As inquisitive as her father, and attentive like her mother. ----------------- I must have fallen asleep with our little one clinging against me. In a panic, I felt around for her only to spot her father cradling her against his chest. The adoration in his eye as he shushes her back to sleep can only be described in sketch form. :a sketch of Ailardan cradling Rowena against him fills up the remaining area on the page: @loyalknight85
Buried deep inside my heart was an aching sadness often felt after an unexpected betrayal. I lashed out at my friend, and when his companion became rude, she also became my target. The line was crossed when she believed my husband deserved to be injured. He could have gone septic. We could have lost him. There was blood. There was so much of it. He did not deserve what happened. I feel guilty every waking moment for what happened. My only wish was for them to get a long. My only wish is for everyone to peacefully go their separate ways.
Soft like ...
He confessed his likeness for my softer mannerisms. Something I thought I might never hear from the inquisitor's lips. Not now, ever, or in a Draenei's lifetime. My Scarlet always had a way with words. Sly with a tongue more silver then my own. Cunning in every definition of the word. He always surprised you with the softest, sweetest words. His timing so perfect, not once did I ever stop to realize how much of a natural he was with his charm. If I was not his, I would only assume he wished to recruit me for my enchantments and helping hand. Much to my confusion, I explained what a wife ought to do for their husband, injured or not. I was met with a smile. A pained smile, but a smile nonetheless. It felt as if the Light had washed over me after seeing such an endearing sight. All my heart felt was warmth. I would do anything to see him smile, that brightly, at me again. @loyalknight85
Journal entry
I had not seen him that tender in many months. Perhaps the injuries had gotten to his head, or the medicine had a hold on him. Ribs were taken care of again. The sounds he made when I attempted to check him over were startling. It actually broke my heart. When does one like to hear their loved ones in pain?! I think not! ..... ....... -A sketch of Ailardan with the biggest smile on his face took up half the page- ......... ... I hadn't recieved attention like that in months. I was beginning to miss that smile. Rest well. Beloved