Outrunner Elandriah Cindersong

A Diary Entry Revisited

February – The last letter of the word swirling and pulling the ink to the edge of the paper as she wrote. There had always been something funny about the word, but as she looked at it now- it seemed nearly foreign. The quill was gently set to the inkwell on the left side of the desk. Had it really been that long?

Originally posted by ofallingstar

She hadn't found much time to sit in the office lately, and with the man upstairs sleeping after a night of her fitful sleep – she'd taken the opportunity to pull her journal out and update it in the early morning hours. The last entry had been a few months back, after the first night she'd spent in her new home in Pandaria. 

...I know it's unconventional, but what if unconventional is what I need. We work, he works- I work... we find the moments between to be together. The house in Pandaria is lovely- Slade talked about building on if it ever came to that point. Not that I'm planning anything. Gods know our careers are first- and these herbs...

Originally posted by killtheinsidegifs

The words dribbled off then, devolving into doodles of flowers and bird-like creatures at the edge of the page. Her eyes followed the art on the side, taking a deep breath. She'd hated those herbs. The whole conversation had stopped before it began. She'd been put on the herbs before their first night together and the topic of family was never really brought up again. Typical of their relationship though. Work was always first. Even if that meant sleeping with another Farstrider in Elly’s absence.

The red flags, Elly. Should have seen the red flags...

The woman looked back at the word February, a warmer smile touching her lips. There was nearly a five month set of time between her entries. Three months ago and she'd met Azzai's mother, they'd chosen to give life full reign, embraced nature completely, given him a key, bought him a nightstand- spent every evening together, sans a few work evenings, learned how to shower with a companion... and never once felt like she was hidden away from the public knowing she was with involved.

She drew a breath, mentally notching the wall as she'd begun to list off the last few months activities. Where would she even begin with this entry? The quill was redrawn, set to paper.

I am in love.I love in the present.I love now.I love me.And I love him.

The words were stark on the page, but it felt full. There wasn't a need to doodle, to fill the empty thoughts with bird creatures or whatever it was that she'd done before. This was simple, easy. 

And it couldn't feel better.

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