Georgina Montgomery

IC Blog for Georgina Summerset | World of Warcraft - WRA-A | Personal Assistant to Venreena Holt | FC: Selena Gomez/Lucy Hale

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New Year, New Pain

“I'll only be gone a few weeks, at most…” A few weeks had slowly turned into a few months with no word. She had clung onto the old adage that no news was good news like it was her religion, praying that he would be safe and walk through that door any moment. The universe wouldn't be so cruel to gift her such euphoric happiness only to take it away. Not again. Oh but it had.  It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that it felt like everyone else in her world got to celebrate the holidays with those that were nearest and dearest to their heart while hers felt like it had been carved out and thrown into the fire. While others fretted over purchasing the perfect gift or what to wear at midnight, she would have given anything just to be curled up on the couch with him and dreaming of their life together. Of their family.  When would it stop hurting? How it was possible to feel utterly numb while feeling immeasurable pain was beyond her scope to fathom. But she felt it each and every second that she wasn’t sleeping.  At least when she was sleeping, it didn’t hurt to breathe, to feel her heart beating so painfully within her chest. At least when she was sleeping, she could dream that he was still alive.   

Life had continued on as much as she wanted to find a way to go back in time and freeze the very last hour that she remembered being with Rowan before he had been taken. She would have told him. She wouldn't have kept it to herself even though she was terrified she had been wrong, even though she hadn't had an appointment with Charles yet. Explosions of light and sound cascaded into the living room through the large expanse of the window overlooking the city of Boralus. Midnight. This time last year she was still in Stormwind with her dad with dreams of traveling the world with Norah during the hot summer months. Rowan hadn’t even been a blip in her world yet and somehow the universe had let him consume her very life only to now leave a gaping chasm in the shape of him. When would it stop hurting?

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when u create too many ocs and dont have the time to develop them all equally and ur brain just wants u to focus on one or two at a time but u keep making more and more and u feel like ur abandoning the ones u havent done anything with for a while

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The Montgomery Family

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* character headcanons

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

did your muse grow up too fast?

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The messenger watched her delicately come undone above the harbor, his face falling further with every shuddering breath she took. "To raid Quel'thalas," he murmured gently behind her. "And wherever else the Irontide decide to go after."

“Wherever else the Irontide decide to go after,” she parroted, the succinct words became the needle to the balloon of hope she had been holding onto for the last month and a half. It was a pipe dream, something she should have realized in the beginning of this whole nightmare. She lifted her hand to press at the communicator in her ear, switching to the private channel. Her pleading for Rowan to answer her went unheard, chipping at the last shred of dignified hope she had left. The desire to be stronger willed, less prone to give into her emotions was breaking as well as the gates holding back her tears. “Um,” she sniffled, blinking through the tears streaming down her face. “Thank you for um... thank you for telling me. I’m going home.” She didn’t wait for a response, just turned and walked back in the direction she had come.

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The messenger followed diligently after the wife of his captain, though he did nothing to try and stop her. Through the streets, and twists and turns, all the way to the spot the Lady Summer should have been occupying. As promised, the ship was gone. There was no sign of Rowan, no sign that it had ever been there in the first place. He was gone.

Georgina’s legs screamed for mercy but there wasn’t a single intention in her bones to stop. Not until she could see the evidence of Rowan’s departure with her own two eyes. Turning into Tradewinds Market, her eyes searched for the yellow sails that should have been peaking over the low bearing wall she was closing in on. The absence of Lady Summer took root deep within every nerve and fiber in her body. Her steps slowed but she didn’t stop until she was at the precipice above the lower level of the market. Strangers buying their breads and meats didn’t seem to notice, seem to care that the ship was missing. Their world went on with no regard to just another ship leaving the harbor.  But hers had come to a crashing halt. “Oh gods,” she breathed out, searching the horizon for any glimpse of those sails. She hugged herself, desperately trying to hold it together. He was gone. Her husband was gone and she didn’t know when he would be back or even if he would at all. The promises he made... she knew wouldn’t amount to much if Brian elected to go back on whatever bargain had been struck between them. “Where are they going?” She asked, feeling the presence of the messenger behind her, but not tearing her gaze away from the horizon.

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The horrified employee coward at the sight of her and crumpled himself into the door as a means of escape. "Please, Mrs Montgomery! I've only been here five minutes!" His eyes had squeezed shut and were only now peeking to see if it was safe. "He specifically directed me to the apartment when you were out of class. He didn't want you near the dock."

So Rowan had deliberately delayed the message getting to her. She understood the reasoning why. The stories of how horrific the man she was related to by law often kept her up at night, compelling her to jump at every sound. “But...” Georgina stood there, near refusing to accept that she had let the opportunity to tell Rowan that he was going to be a father slip by. Why had she kept it to herself so selfishly? 

Her movements were surprisingly quick as she turned and bolted for the elevator and pushed the call button several times even though the doors opened instantly. She wasn’t going to be stopped, least of all by a messenger boy that was scared of her own shadow. She jammed the close door button before he could intervene with her stupid plan to race to the docks to see the truth herself.

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"Two hours, Mrs. Montgomery. The Captain departed Boralus with the Irontide crew and Darren two hours ago."

Two hours. Two hours ago she was sitting in her History class, listening to a lecture on Civil Rights Progression and consumed by feverishly taking notes. And Rowan knew where she’d be. He wouldn’t have sent the messenger to the apartment to deliver an important message like that. The ordinarily smooth features of her face hardened with rage at the blatant oversight the young man had. “So you’ve been waiting here for two fucking hours?!” 

Georgina let her bag fall to the floor, squishing the peanut butter and banana sandwich inside she couldn’t finish earlier. She became beside herself as she walked towards him. “You complete ignoramus!” She tried to shove at him, but it likely didn’t have any impact with how much smaller she was than he. “Why didn’t you come to find me at the campus?!”

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