Tag: Nightborne x 9

Daylight fills the room, and the noise at last begins to fade. A clear blue peeks in through the window and I can see Her there, even as the sun makes its rare appearance over this grey village.

I hadn’t planned for this, not any of it. But then I’ve always been quick on my feet, turning on my heels into the next plan if the first fell flat. Perhaps that’s where I left myself open, coming here with little more than ‘something else’ in mind. I can’t scheme my way through this, though.

My body aches, and it’s the most blissful, and real, I’ve ever felt.

I’m so afraid, starlight. You’re a stranger to me, even if you know me down to the faintest whisper. Goddess help us, I’ve done so much wrong, and to find...

Artist: Myself (tumblr) (twitter)

Narmë and her partner, Sul'enaroch "Sullen" Vesoir.

Artist: Vetheas

“I mean you no harm. Or him, in spite of the look on his face when we cross paths.” Besides, I’m in no position to judge him for this. For anything.

The things she hadn’t said went with her when they’d parted ways, falling in step with the dull click of her heels against the cobblestone streets.

If it had been a surprise running into ‘Serazyth’ in the gleaming, gaudy paradise that was Silvermoon City, it was a shock straight to her core to find he’d not only moved on in his cursed half-life, but that someone had attached herself to it in the process.

“I’m surprised you allow anyone else to lay hands on your things.” I never really knew you, did I?

Habit had lead her to the little dive bar at the end of the...

She’d clipped their meeting short as abruptly as she’d started it in the modest Silvermoon alchemist’s. The last thing she needed was for him, of all people, to see vulnerability in her winsome smiles. And guilt was indeed a vulnerability- something of a foundation upon which layers and layers of it were built. 

It was a rather unflattering look.

Cutting through the bright swells of the bustling Silvermoon marketplace, her eyes positively burned. She’d never even purchased a thing; shimmering granules sifted, forgotten, between her fingers. One moment she’d been considering mineral texture and quality of pigment, and the next…  Her heart had leapt at the sight, only to sink like the Suramari moonset once she’d gotten a...

Even though he had spent a substantial amount of time exiled from his home city before the fall of the Grand Magistrix, Serazyth could always recall the shouts from the market, the polite conversation in passing and calming music at the plethora of parties those involved in upper society attended. Noise had never been uncommon but the cacophony of sound outside Suramar was something he still could not entirely adjust to. It was a jarring system shock walking the streets of the bright Sin’dorei streets or, even deeper into the unknown, standing in a bustling tavern in Tol Barad.

It felt so peculiar therefore, only a few days later, to be arranging the remodeling of a house within the confines of the port town to settle into. It...

Drugs only keep the urges numbed - quiet, and well-behaved. But it grows more and more - like treating hunger with handfuls of candy...it's instant gratification, but it doesn't do much for your actual hunger. Eventually the taste of sugar makes you recoil, and all you can think about is the meal you've been putting off.

That's what it's like on a daily basis - a pervasive itch I can't reach - though it used to be drugs, before I was corrupted. I was addicted to mana, and I thought that was bad. And it is - I'll never say it isn't. But that's a thing one can have treated, and overcome with time and effort. Now? Am I more demon than elf? I don't know anymore, but I know what demons feed on. I know what they want, more than anything. I...