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Love...

Someone said those words to me today. Those dreaded three words that I can't seem to stomach. They were from someone I just met a few days ago. Nice fellow. Real honest but...a few days. It makes me...uncomfortable. Nervous. I ain't no stranger to love but shit...

What do ya do when ya don't wanna break a guy's heart? I care. Fuck sometimes I care too much.

I need a drink and to go for a long drive...

#Val rambles #Ic #wyrmrest #whats a chick to do

"Feels good to be back in the saddle.."

#you betca shes back #aw yeah

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In Canada, you don’t say ‘I love you’. You say ‘EH EH MAPLE LEAF QUEEN HAM BACON MOOSE ANTLER EH’ which roughly translates into ‘I’ll give you my snow shovel.’ I think that’s beautiful.

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“HOCKEY HOCKEY MAPLE LEAF PUCK.”

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what the fuck did you just say about my mom

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For my wifelet

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LOL Pretty much this.

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Yeeeeep.

#Valrae Shadowglaive

Free for all theoretical Thursday!

After reading Loreliae's story based on the simple line "Don't leave me" I got to thinking. What really would happen if Valrae died? So I ran with it.

Enjoy!

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It was once said there is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens; a time to be born and a time to die. Death. It came for all, and it knew no bounds. No one was immune, not even her. Perhaps it was an absolution. One she so desperately craved. True, it was absolute that all things had beginnings and endings. All things would start, evolve and bid to faith. No man, or sub human would dare walk the plains they so soiled without some understanding of this. Even the best could fall. They will. They often did. Someone was always better, always superior in some sort of way. Even something so signifcant as luck could rob someone so skilled of a great victory. Where the lowly soldier, lacking in skill could defeat the great and powerful. Luck was the greatest of gifts, only second to intelligence and information. They could key any form of ambition with a chain reaction, and nothing but a simple whim of a motion. Perhaps it was luck that she still breathed and that cold heart of her's continued to struggle to beat inside of that battered chest of her's or simply the curious nature of fate? Perhaps it was desire, or greed to carry on that pushed her to force air into her lungs? Maybe it was the boys? Shydir and Loreliae? Sylvren? Solarian? Hell, even Kaladrian? It could have been anyone or anything that made Valrae struggle to survive. It may have even been something as insignificant as a simple stubborness. The desire to be apart of something great, something that she, herself, could get behind. Loreliae's warm hand's had pulled off another miracle or so she had figured to grant her this last day. The priestess was always the one to save her ass in these horrific situations. In truth, Valrae had lost track of how many times her sister had saved her life. It was becoming a monthly occurance or so she reckoned. Though it was a trade off. The blonde wasn't terribly reckless without some sort of motive. Loreliae needed a protector, as did Shydir and she was just the ticket. "Shydir, run!" That leather clad vixen shouted. The sounds and sights of the encounter made Valrae's head begin to throb. Her temperature had spiked again and her body became extremely fatigued. Pale and clammy, the colour seemed to fade from that bloodied woman's features. The cool breath of the reaper caressed the back of her neck as her fingertips flinched as if she were to reach for a dagger which was usually at home at her side. "Run, damn you! Hide! Don't open your eyes!"

"Auntie Valrae! No!" "Just do as I say-ARGH!" That sword had skewed her right through her chest. Akin to cutting warm butter it sunk into her form so easily, and that warm life blood of her's began to pump and gush from her like a hot river. Soaking and coating the grass below in crimson, those jade pools of her's instantly widened. Shock and adrenaline throbbed through her now, a true mother bear had been awakened. No one was taking Shydir, not over her dead body. How amusing it was now as she laid there in that bed drifting in and out of conciousness. Valrae might as well have been dead. The pain she suffered as well as those injuries were great. Her body left mutilated and cold but at least Shydir was safe from those ruffians. "Don't leave me.." She uttered as soon as those fingertips of Loreliae's found her wrist. Her voice was raspy and strained but she managed. Finally Valrae had said those words she longed too. They were so hard, but now was not the time to be stubborn. "Never." Her sister said between sobs. Hearing that response, the once powerful Magistrix knew, it was time to let go. Her salvation had come. Thump...Thump...Thump.. That throbbing of her heart seemed to slow, as did her breathing as that bright morning sunlight splashed over her. Who knew how many hours had passed, everything was a blurr and the pain never subsided. She held on, if only for Loreliae. The warmth of the orange glow felt so very inviting like slipping into a warm bath. It was a means beyond all that spoke even whispers of the earth. It was the beat of the heart. The motion and pull of destiny. Life, and death. If one could close their eyes, it would become so clear, translucent, and flawless. Bound beyond emotion, beyond time, it was the mainstream of all things. It held no tact or favor, no memory, no emotions. It simply existed in a way that none even considered. This was the end, Valrae could feel it in her bones. "Tell..the boys I love them. T-Tell everyone I love them.." She said quietly. Whether or not Loreliae was awake to hear them, it didn't matter. Nustled up beside her best friend, those bandages of her's oozed and soaked those sheets completely as that playful glimmer within her peridot pools dimmed more and more with each passing moment. "I love you Loreliae.." She managed to say through a difficult breath. Long, and deep the rogue's eyes began to shut. The rising and falling of her chest slowed as the world as she knew it began to fade. "I'll never leave you.." The seconds ticked by slowly, as the sound of the early morning birds seemed to chirp outside that window. Fitting how free those animals seemed, fluttering outside of that pane. Unchained, and able to do as they pleased. Finally, Valrae would too would have that release she so craved. The ability to live on, wherever she went without fear of being judged. Within those last moments, she felt nothing. Death had granted her that one peace. She had died painlessly, tranquilly, like a woman whose life was irreproachable, and she now lay on her back in bed, with closed eyes, calm features, her long golden hair carefully arranged. Her pale physiognomy was so composed now that she had passed away, so resigned, that one felt sure a sweet soul had dwelt in that body, that this serene creature had spent an untroubled existence when anyone who knew her understood this was far from the truth. People she knew would be shaken with a hurricane of grief, painted with a rattling in their throats. As much as she claimed to not know what love was, Valrae knew deep down in that twisted, confused soul of her's. There was only one place it was, one place it could be where she felt most at home and she had died there, right in Loreliae's arms.

#IC #Valrae Shadowglaive #omgshedied #loreliaenightwhisper

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#OOC

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"Don't leave me" says the Valrae. What does the Lore say?

Long lashes fluttered as Loreliae’s fel-tinged gaze blinked open slowly, delicate hands withdrawing from her sister’s unconscious form and exhaustion lurking in the mender’s eyes. How many times had she poured every ounce of energy she had into healing Valrae since they’d come here? Three times? Four? She’d lost track, just as hours had bled into days beneath her notice.

The sleeping form upon the bed claimed all of her attention, the sickly pallor and clammy balm of her skin concerning. A pulse jumped in the rogue’s throat. Too fast, Lore thought, but still beating. It was a sound so loud in her ears it seemed to follow her around the room…the master suite of the manor they had shared once when the House was thriving, lively.

Nobody had used this room in some time, evidenced by the layer of dust upon nearly every surface…but Lore could think of nowhere else to lay her sister. It had been her own, once, but now she wondered if it should have been. Valrae had always been the better leader, after all.

She shook the thoughts away, rising to move to a chair across the room. What had caused the conflict her sister had found herself in was beyond Loreliae’s comprehension…she knew only that her opponent had fared far worse. His family would have no opportunity for the constant vigil that she held now, unless they wished to hold it around a grave dripping with the smell of freshly turned earth.

Thump, thump, thump…

The steady rhythm of her sister’s heartbeat followed her across the room where she slipped into the chair. The morning beams which filtered through large windows on one side of the room faded to the deep oranges and reds of evening in a second, giving Valrae’s skin the hint of a glow it didn’t actually hold. Loreliae blinked. Had she fallen asleep, or simply lost herself in the thoughts and the hours? She wasn’t sure, and her mind felt to heavy to dwell on it.

Thump…thump…thump…

She stood, crossing to her sister’s side again. Someone had lit a candle upon the nightstand, but she had no idea who. The manor had been lacking in employees for years, no servants necessary for the few people who dwelled within its walls. Loreliae laid a hand upon her sister’s brow, the thought hardly qualifying as important. There was no change, and the reality of that was a heavy one to bear.

A single tear slipped down her cheek, mirroring the glow of the candle along its journey…and then the feel of gentle fingers encircling her wrist broke through the trance.

"Don’t leave me."

One tear turned into two, and then broke free like a river as Loreliae’s free hand came up to clasp that of her weakened sister, that small sign of life filling her with an impossible hope. She couldn’t speak for a time, not without her voice wavering with the waves of emotion that crashed down upon her one after another. With a single breath did she extinguish the candle, pulling herself onto the cushion beside her sister.

"Never." She breathe the word, drawing Valrae into her side as she had her son when nightmares had terrorized his sleep in younger years. Briefly, she wondered if anyone had offered such comforts to Valrae before…in youth or otherwise, but in the next breath they both slept with their combined strength shared between them.

#Valrae Shadowglaive #her jam

"You're not a monster."

"When a monster stops behaving like a monster, is it still a monster?" That voice seemed to call and question to her companion. With a simple drag of her doll like digits over the edge of that vanity, Valrae stood gazing at her reflection with a frown before turning away entirely. "Sometimes I think there’s a beast that lives inside me, in a cavern where my heart should be, and every now and then it rises up, so that I can’t help but do something inappropriate. Something vile, something cold or mean spirited.." She paused if only for a moment. "You know what I am. You’re right, I am no monster, I’ve become something darker and more twisted. I’ve become something else that I can’t even look at in the mirror anymore.."

labyrinth-of-thoughts

Send me one to see how my character reacts!

"Shut up!" "Please, talk to me." "I have no idea…" "I know what this is!" "Why did you do that?" "How could you do this?" "Let me do it!" "Leave me alone." "Don’t leave me." "Kiss me." "Don’t touch me." "Why weren’t you there?" "Why are you here?" "What are you doing?" "Don’t look!" "Just look at it!" "How did you get in here?" "How did you escape?" "Help me." "I want to help you." "You’re a monster!" "You’re not a monster!"