Tag: Fancy Cakes x 4

Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2020-05-18 16:07:00

First Outing

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“I heard you went out yesterday.”

Dael had been looking down at his shirt, running his fingers across the threads along the edge. He stopped and looked up slightly. Some strands of hair shifted forward over his face which caused him to let go of his shirt and push the offenders back.

“Yeah,” the elf answered noncommittally. He then looked back down at the hem of his shirt.

“Did you go to that bakery I’d heard about?”

“Yeah,” Dael answered without looking up this time.

“What’s it called? Fancy something?” The other elf leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the clipboard that he’d been taking notes on.

“Cakes.”

“That’s right. Fancy Cakes. How was it? Did you talk to anyone?”

“Not really.”

“Was...

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Ranger-Captain Moriurya Brightsinger
Moriurya @moriurya#167
2018-01-01 00:00:00

Delectable Missions

(( This story is from early 2010! I'm reposting it here with only minor edits so I can gather her stories in one location. This post also mentions the still active Fancy Cakes event! ))

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A Dream.

“If I said your assumption are true, would you ignore me for the rest of your life?” Delamontre’s voice was deep and low, almost a whisper. His bright blue eyes, those eyes that all death knights shared, looked at Moriurya with concern and … love?

Moriurya shook her head and closed her eyes, not wanting to look into the bright blue again, to see the love that seemed to look at her behind a Death Knight’s cold stare. She hated that feeling, hated knowing that another of those whom had been made undead by the Lich King had feelings...

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Lilliana Whitedawn
Lilliana @lilliana#93
2019-03-11 18:37:00

Little Glass Vial

She stumbled into her apartment, post-Cakes.

The night had been going so well, and...the circle of Tarts at Fancy Cakes reminded her of being on the Barge. Of crew laughing, and partying, and gossiping. Their friendship was a beautiful thing to witness, even as it cut old wounds deeper, watching this in a place full of so many ghosts for her.

And then a man came to sheepishly apologize to the Tarts; for lashing out, and walking away. For acting out without talking to someone first. The horned blonde about choked, her blood going cold as she watched.

It was her. Sobbing to Iloam. Crying, begging. How many times had she fucked up? How had she let it get so bad? 


She chimed in. Told him to back it up - that the refusal of some of those...

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Lilliana Whitedawn
Lilliana @lilliana#93
2018-02-26 05:37:00

Would Have, Could Have, Should Have

I died a little death as I rounded the corner - cigarette dancing in my fingers, singing them with searing little kisses after its fall from on high. 

Aelberyn’s voice, and...Iloam. And atop the steps like a vision - the Ranger Lord, himself. All the other faces blurred, and I couldn’t breathe. I came for cupcakes, and...hadn’t I known this was inevitable? I got the letter to Elaeryn, but perhaps I’d become complacent in the absence of a response. And I’ve had Iloam and Aelberyn’s letters gathering dust for ages, now...but the words spilled from me like blood from a wound, all the same.

There are days I feel powerful...and days I remember that I am also very tender in places. With the three of them gathered before me -...

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