The Sweet Chocolatier

Chocolatier extraordinaire  Proprietor of T&R Chocolatiers  A character on WRA NSFW All follows come from @seraphai var sc_project=11298644; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="fb15f982";

[trisandrah]

Ren was halfway through his morning paper when Trisandrah swept past him in a whirl of perfume and purpose. She was dressed to the nines, travel bag slung neatly over her shoulder.

“I’m off for a couple of days,” she announced, offering no explanation before slipping out the door as quickly as she’d come.

By the time she reached her destination, she was wrapped in cloak and shadow. She slipped through the back entrance, only lowering her hood once she knew she was safely inside. The matron was waiting, hands folded, a warm smile spreading across her round face.

“Welcome, Ms. Emberstrom. It’s so lovely to see you again. Shall I take your things up?”

Trisandrah nodded, handing over her bag before unclasping her cloak and offering it as well.

“The families are in the common area,” the matron continued. “The tree is up, and the decorations you ordered are ready for… whatever it is you do with them.”

It was early in the season for Winter’s Veil decor, but here, it had become tradition, at least in recent years.

After Trisandrah gained financial independence through T&R Chocolatiers, she had sought a shelter she could quietly support. At first it was anonymous: a donation here, gifts there. But her involvement deepened over time, and she eventually used T&R as a convenient cover so no one would question her interest in this particular place, if anyone ever found out.

She made her way down the hall toward the commons, pleased with every improvement she passed. With each visit, the shelter looked less like an institution and more like a home. The cheerful chatter of children echoed down the corridor, a sound so different from the silence that had filled her own childhood.

Decorating the tree was always their first task. The children adored it, and once it was done, the mothers would join her for the rest of the decorations. A solid plan, she thought, pushing open the door.

The next day, just before leaving, she paused to take a picture of the enormous tree, which towered over a pair of children darting past in a blur of giggles.

She studied the photo on her comm, unexpectedly touched. On impulse, she sent it to Ren.

Only afterward did it hit her what she’d done. She sighed, bracing herself, and waited for the ball to drop.

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[trisandrah]

DWC Day 4 -- Ribbon

Trisandrah barreled out of the bedroom, laser-focused on coffee. She expected to find Ren buried in the morning news, not standing right there in the kitchen. She nearly ran him over.

“Oh, fiddle!” she gasped, stopping short. Her eyes darted from his face to the spread on the counter. First, the pastries, then the coffees, and finally the bouquet.

A grin broke across her face. She did a little hop, all energy and delight. “Aren’t you the most delightful thing this morning?”

One arm slipped around his waist as she leaned toward the roses. The lush, sweet scent hit her instantly. She buried her nose in the blooms, inhaling deeply before looking up at him again, the velvet ribbon curling around her fingers.

“They’re lovely,” she said softly, then squinted at him with playful suspicion. “All right, Ren… what did I forget?”

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[kharrisdawndancer]

DWC November 2025 - Day 4 - Ribbon - Renrael/Tinnaire/Jaskian/Khaeris

There was a bright red velvet ribbon tied around the red rose bouquet Ren left in the kitchen for Trisandrah. It was early, for both of them, and he’d already gone and come back. He had an early shift at the delivery company, but he’d gone out for fancy coffees and pastries, and saw the flower shop opening. Sometimes, he couldn’t help getting her just one more thing to make her smile. He grinned, feeling a little foolish in his joggers, waiting for her to come out for their run, next to the luxurious flowers and perfect pastry. mentions: @trisandrah

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Tinnaire tied up her golden hair, the black satin ribbon bow plucked to perfect poofs. She turned her head in the mirror, admiring the way it fell to frame her thick blonde hair. Tinn smiled at the ponytail, it looked rather elegant for a simple day in her workshop, surrounded by bones and leather and, truth be told, dust. But sometimes, you just had to look pretty for yourself!

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Jaskian laced a ribbon of arcane magic around the small gift box, tying the magic to stasis. It was a bit formal, along with the thank you note inside, but her gratitude toward Magistrix Zerine was honest and precious. Best to show the appreciation artfully, after the gala, Jaskian thought. Luminash seemed to be returning to himself after the bittersweet emotions of hearing his mother’s work had colored the last few days. So much loss, but such a joy to feel close to those gone before them, too. Magistrix Zerine certainly needed little, but the brooch inside the box was Jaskian’s own work and depicted Meadowrun Conservatory’s silhouette in cameo. mentions: @keranna-zerine @luminashdawnwing

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Khaeris had tied a ribbon around her wrists, tails left to flutter as she moved. That was nice. The charms she’d threaded over the ribbon lifted her spirits everytime she looked at them. She was far from home (perhaps ‘far’ might not be the best descriptor of her Timerunning adventures) so she had wanted her little reminders. Dangling from the unorthodox charm bracelet were a pea pod (Pollux and Pyraelia), her little sunfur panda charm (Sunny), a ballet slipper (Dancing), an alchemy flask (Work), a tiny surfboard (Ahuatli), a stylized firework bloom that twinkled with magic, a firefly enchanted to light up when she willed it, and so on. Things she loved, things that brought her joy even when she could not be near them. It might seem a bizarre collection to anyone else, but that was a good conversation starter, if nothing else. mentions: @polluxhale @pyraelia @darkspear-dancers @daily-writing-challenge

[trisandrah]

The box sat on the ground. The ornate carvings had no significance; it was simply a box Ande had purchased with the request to keep the first. A time had come when the box would no longer shut. Her papa. The caretaker at the hospital. The men she had later learned were named Thran, Zed, and Rhydian. Others that were nameless. At least to her.

She looked around, ensuring no one was in sight of her. The Dead Scar served at least one purpose, after all. After making sure no one was around, she slowly opened the box, peering at the contents. Some seemingly ready to turn to dust. Trisandrah didn’t remember how long it had been since she had added to the box. She sat cross-legged as she picked up one of the items and held it in her hand. She felt nothing.

The semblance of peace once brought by box’s contents was no longer needed. Much like Duir hanging in her back room, untouched.

Was she starting to heal? She was lucky Ren had never found this box. He would never understand. She knew it was time. Time to truly bury her secrets. Her intentions was to burn everything, box and all. But now she had second thoughts. 

She hopped up and gathered a few sticks and piled them up.  With a wiggle of her fingers, she set the pile on fire.  Slowly, she began to pull the items from the box and placing them on the fire. She watched as they turned to dust. She watched the fire die just as she’d watched those men die. 

Long after the file cooled, she gathered herself and stood, empty box in hand. Trisandrah turned to walk away but before she took a step, she turned back and scooped the ashes with her bare hands, dropping it into the box. What would Ren say about a box of ashes? She’d figure it out later. She always did.

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[trisandrah]

Ren glanced around his newspaper to peek at her. He mused to himself, I wonder where she got that rock..., but what he said was, "Would you wanna go out to the Faire this week?"

Trisandrah leans over and pecks a kiss to his cheek. "I would love to. You know how much I adore the Faire! Shall we spend the night? Catch a show?"

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[trisandrah]

"Oh fiddle no. Not something that would make someone do something they wouldn't want for."

Thanks anon!

[trisandrah]

Have you ever considered marrying Renrael?

"Marrying? Oh fiddle." I mean, most find marriage a long commitment. Or at least they say they do? Then everyone just turns around and acts like they were not married. Make it make sense."

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[trisandrah]

Home

As soon as Trisandrah stepped into Silvermoon, she turned her comm back on. The notifications buzzed constantly until she silenced the device.

She sighed as she stepped up to her door, and after a slight hesitation, stepped inside. While she did not expect to find him there, she felt some sort of way because he wasn't.

After dropping her things, she looked down to see the notifications had slowed. With a few swipes, she hovered her finger over Ren's name. "Well, let's see if he'll talk to me, shall we?"

Instead of calling, she sent a simple message.

"I'm home."

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[trisandrah]

Fire Burns

Triggers: violence, trauma

Trisandrah, after getting all that out, sat back on the sofa. “What is there to break down? It simply will not work.”

“You said you care for him, yes?”

She slowly nodded. “Aye.”

“And you enjoy being around him?”

”Right.”

“So, what is the problem?”

“But the time will come. I don’t know what to do with all of that.”

“I think he is good for you. I think you should let things go. So what if he left his toothbrush at your flat?”

When the doctor put it like that, she began to feel a little foolish. As she always did after her eed to flee. “I don’t know. It just…” She blew out a breath.

He nodded. “It scared you.”

“I am not scared! If I can go out and burn things up, why would I be scared of him?”

“Oh darling, you are quite scared. It’s okay. You’re feeling. That is much more than you ever did when you were here.”

“I do not like it.”

“It’s completely normal.”

“To not like it?”

“Sometimes. But I was speaking more of simply feeling. It’s a good thing.”

She mulled over those words. “I don’t think I know how to deal with that.”

“I’ll help you. Perhaps we could set up some regular sessions again?”

 Trisandrah shook her head. “No, I am not so sure about that.”

“It will be good! Look, Princess, I think you would bene…”

The rage quickly built up in Tris. The next thing the doctor knew, she was standing, and a fireball formed in her hand. “I have put up with you calling me Bird, Darling, and everything else, but you will not call me that!” Her voice began calm but by the time she spat the final words out, her voice had risen so that the secretary heard through the thin walls.

He rushed in and blanched at the sight. “I’m calling…”

The doctor shook his head. “No, it’s quite allright. Just leave us be, yes?  It will be fine.”  He looked back at Trisandrah.  “I’m sorry. It was a bad decision. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Trisandrah didn’t take her eyes off him when the secretary entered the room nor when he left. She just glared at the doctor. “This is why I don’t like your kind. Always wanting to toy with things they should not. We are done.” She stated with finality as the fireball still glowed in hand. “You should hope that I never hear of you running experiments at the expense of patients ever again. While you may have done me some good, you certainly damaged me as well.” She took a step towards the doctor. “Because if I do, I shall sling a ball of fire right into your chest.”

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[trisandrah]

Confession

This laugh was boisterous and disbelieving. “He left his …. Toothbrush? Darling, why is that such a problem?”  

Her lips pursed, and she regretted ever returning. “You know, when I left this place, I did vow to never return. Yet here I am, and you’re making fun of me.” She stood and snapped at her skirt as she turned away from the doctor.

“Trisandrah! I apologize. I would never make fun of you. I truly did not realize you were serious.” He lept up and rushed to her side, grasping her elbow. “Please, sit back down. It’s fine child.”

“I am no longer a petulant child!”

He tilted his head and nodded. “It’s true you are no longer a child. But your attitude…defiance even.. It is one of your interesting traits. And perhaps part of why you have done so well.”

“I have done well.” Trisandrah countered as she sat back down. “Without the help of dear papa.” Her eyes rolled at the name.

“Yes. What of your father?”

“He’s forever and irrevocably gone.”

“Gone?” His brow raised again.

“Aye. I went to the Shadowlands. You’ve heard of the place, I’m sure.”

He coughed. “You went to the Shadowlands? You are remarkable!”

“Not really. Just determined.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

A smile curled on her lips. “Delightful.”

“And have there been….any others?”

She shrugged a shoulder and made a little noise. “Not in a while. I used to make trips to support the efforts or some such. But truly, I haven’t felt the need as of late.” She looked over at the man. “Not like it was. It’s like it’s eased a bit.”

“Ahh. Now that is interesting. Why do you think it so?”

She picked at a thread on her skirt. “I don’t know.” Her voice was small. He knew it an obvious lie.

“Trisandrah.”

“Ren. And my business. They..He eases that.”

“Ahhh. You love him?”

Trisandrah drew in a breath. “I suppose as much as I am able. I feel things I have never. I suppose some might call it that.”

He leaned back in his chair and crossed one leg over the other. “So, what is the problem, then? Why is his toothbrush at your flat a problem?”

Her voice turned quiet again. “I’m not sure.”

He didn’t respond this time, again waiting as he had earlier. The look on his face told her he knew she was again lying.

He always had the gift of making her talk. He knew just how to respond and look at her to elicit the truth.

“I am no good for him. Leaving his toothbrush means he’s staying more and when people do all of that..well..it does lead to things like marriage!” Her tone rose and if the doctor didn’t know better, he would have thought she was crying. “Ican’thavechildren. When people do all that, they’re supposed to be honest and tell their partner everything and have babies. I can’t!”

Even the doctor was stumped. She had come a long way.  “So let’s break all of that down, hmmm?”

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[trisandrah]

The Good Doctor

The office

The good doctor motioned for Trisandrah to sit as he took his own seat in the chair. Tris rolled her eyes and motioned at the chair behind the desk.  “Oh fiddle. You may sit over there. This is not that sort of visit.”

He smiled and reached for a cigar.  “You mind?,” he asked, not moving.

“Of course I don’t mind.”  

“So if it’s not that sort of visit, why are you here, Trisandrah? You vowed to never return.”

She took a deep breath and ran her hands down her thighs, smoothing her skirt. “I’m not sure.  As I said, I wanted to see what progress had been made.”

“Have you moved?” The doctor smirked as he lit his cigar. “While you asked to not send funding reports, we have sent brochures as to what good things we’re doing here.”

“Those go directly in the trash.” She made a motion with her hand to indicate the action of dropping something into the wastebasket. I don’t want for anyone to see them.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, just peering at her as he took another puff of the cigar.

Moments passed, and finally, she broke. Just as he knew she would.

“I met someone.”

His brow raised. “Oh?”

She nodded.  “Aye. He is a good man. Much too good for me.”

“Darling, how do you know that?”

“Well, he certainly hasn’t told me anything about doing things like I have.” She held her chin defiantly.

His chuckle filled the room.  “Ahh, little bird. Everyone has secrets. Don’t you remember?”  He cleared his throat and his tone grew more serious. “I am quite interested, though, in why you are now perhaps questioning your own morality. That was never one of the things we had to work on.”

She shrugged. “As I said, he’s a good man. And is quite good to me. Even I know that I am not ‘relationship’ material.”

“Yet here you are…in the beginning of one?”

Her nose wrinkled as she glanced at the doctor. “Would four years make the beginning of a relationship?”

All the doctor could do is sigh at that. “So he wants to marry you?  He’s asked for your hand?”

She blanched. “Oh, fiddle no! He’s left his toothbrush in my flat!”

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[trisandrah]

Teetering

Triggers mental health, trauma, murder, death

She didn't know where else to go. She had wandered, almost aimlessly, for months before finally deciding to return. Before her, the massive stone walls taunted Trisandrah to shrink even further into her shell. How long had it been? Six years? Seven?

She wasn't sure. It was here that she learned how to somewhat live, though she had come out with an extreme need for control. That control, or the lack there of, is what ultimately brought her back. In the years since she left, she had never admitted why she had been a patient nor how long she had raised her. The night they met, she told Raerys that she had just returned from convalescing. As if she had been injured and needed rehabilitation. She had needed rehabilitation but it wasn't physical. If Raerys had seen through the illusion, she had never told her.

In many ways, she was strong and brave. Her determination, and Raerys' then Ouro's money, had built a confectionary empire. She missed her business. The smell of chocolate and fruit. She missed Ren.

This was the second time in the last year that she had just left him. The first time, she did at least tell him she was going away. What she didn't tell him was that she was going to kill her father. He was what had brought her to this place to begin with. Sure, Andelynna had been the one to bring her here. Catatonic and unresponsive. But it was her father's fault. It was at Ande's hand that he had died his first death the night she arrived here. His second and final death was at her own hand after she found him in the Shadowlands.

Ren didn't question her. He supported her all that she would let him. She knew he would probably traveled with her to end her father had she asked. She hadn't asked. She still had not let him into that part of her existence.

"Trisandrah?," A voice called out and she soon on heels to stare the good doctor in the eye. He smiled warmly, though his eyes were guarded. "My, how long had it been? Are you well? What brings you here?"

The flurry of questions threw her off kilter. "Oh fiddle! I simply wanted to check to see how my contributions have been used." Fingertips fluttered in the direction of some new construction. "Seems it's being put to good use."

The doctor glanced away and back to Tris. "Yes, we are quite grateful for your support. The new wing is for pediatrics. That's not the only reason you've returned is it? Shall we go to my office and chat?"

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[renrael-wra]

DWC November 2022 Day 1 - Instinct/Neglect

Could it be called a panic if it crept up over days, then weeks, then longer?

Renrael scoured the newspapers for signs of her–reading from as far away as Orgrimmar. Ian said she’d ghosted him, but Ren thought better. She sometimes disappeared for a while. They were both prone to privacy, and he was trying to respect that, but he was worried about her, too.

Where had she gone so suddenly? She had a tendency to bolt, he knew that, but he hadn’t been expecting this one and couldn’t figure out what might have tipped her over the edge. So was it something more sinister than her fear of commitment? Was it something outside of him completely? Maybe? Probably? … It was pretty self-centered to assume he was the reason she  did things, wasn’t it?

So he kept going. Doing his usual routine, checking his comm and making deliveries. Reading the newspapers.

She didn’t usually go this long without contact. What if she needed help? What if she was in danger?

But, he couldn’t put it past her: what if she’d just decided to kill it all with numbing neglect? @daily-writing-challenge​ @trisandrah​

[trisandrah]

Flight

Tris stared at the toothbrush by the sink.  Ren’s toothbrush. Why was her instinct to run? It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been staying there off and on for….years? Yet there it was.  

All the rational things told her to quell it. He grounded her. Somewhat, at least. Stilled the vibrations she felt in her chest and belly. 

Their relationship moved at a snail’s pace. Every move sent her into a flurry, where all those flighty feelings returned. This was no exception. She had been the one to offer him a drawer. But the toothbrush was not something she expected this morning.

She leaned back and looked into the bedroom and stared at the sleeping Ren. At that moment, it was decided. She tiptoed into the bedroom and grabbed her go bag. Then she quietly left the room and the apartment. As she shut the door and breathed in the quiet of an early morning in Silvermoon, she took out her comm.  

“Alleale. I’m going away. Indefinitely. If anyone asks, you don’t know where I am. Take care of things.”

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[kharrisdawndancer]

DWC August 2022 - Day 5 - Fluff/Shiver

Hand-delivered with a bouquet of red roses, and another bouquet of Quel’thalas wildflowers, and another of lilies in all varieties. All in all there were enough flowers to fill every available space on her work kitchen counter. There was also a note, with a single dandelion tied to it. The handwriting on the note was distinctive--and terrible. He was in a hurry. He was always a little bit in a hurry.

Dear Trisandrah, I know this is kind of fluffy hippy-dippy stuff for us, but I just wanted to say that I’m still so happy. You make me happy. I hope all the flowers make you smile. No special reason, just stopped and got a little shiver and smile today--all because of you. Wanted you to know. Don’t tip Tre’vor, he’s a little bit of an asshole--just kidding, always tip the delivery guy, yeah?

Making a wish,

Ren

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[trisandrah]

[kharrisdawndancer]

He hadn’t meant to chase her, but thinking back on it, maybe that’s what he’d done. Someone had once called him a puppy, when it came to her (Andy?). Maybe he had chased her. He grinned. She had, finally, taken him home. And he’d certainly had a crush for a long time, before anything happened, long before she’d ever really noticed him. He remembered that Raerys had encouraged it wildly. She still did. He had always appreciated Raerys in his corner. Lynesse, too. Ren snorted and rolled over, tucking Trisandrah closer to him. He couldn’t remember meeting her. Was that weird? He had tried to remember many times, and all he got were early memories of a mysterious, beautiful woman who had the best smile. Had there been a time he hadn’t gotten a little smitten when he’d seen her? He couldn’t recall one.

He was getting better about remembering things. He remembered her at the Menagerie, selling chocolate. At the brewery, with his cheatsheet for the drinks not very well hidden. She hated bourbon, that’s where he learned that. He remembered that early on. He remembered runs in the morning (thanks, Raerys) and stops at the Breadsmith (thanks, Lyn). Fireworks by the water at Fire Fest in the summers. How she’d sounded in the bathroom talking (to presumably Raerys) about how he wanted to date her. The infamous Negotiation. He kissed her hair with a smile and closed his eyes.

He remembered the day she’d shown him the hidden parts of her apartment--over a year after they’d been together(ish). Leaving her a love note on a scrap of paper and fleeing before she could. How she looked when she held Raerys’s daughter. How she smiled at him when he brought her a new bracelet. How she looked when she tasted a new ‘winner’ chocolate recipe. How she danced. How she punched (very well, thank you). How she made drinks and small talk for the Tarts. If she ran, he’d run with her. @daily-writing-challenge

Day 15 Memory/Chase

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