Tag: family x 8

He was silent, eyes hard. It would be worse for her if he didn't keep quiet. She didn't need to be here. They didn't need to be here. But the whispers... She'd been cursed with them since she'd been small. Shadows. Void. Whatever you wanted to name it.

Wicked. Wild. Witch.

The names had been whispered in the same way she heard the voices. Their parents hadn't known what to do and had refused to believe it couldn't be trained out of her. They barely acknowledged their youngest's idiosyncrasies. Her wide, dilated eyes at noon. The way her head would cock, as if listening to the wind. Wandering through the Eversong woods.

She wasn't dangerous.

Not yet. Why couldn't they see?

Rimath continued to shadow her. He would be there, even if the rest...

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...

“You can’t just show up like this…what if he had been home?”

“What of it?” A deep chuckle. “He wouldn’t approach me. Bluster and shout, maybe, but actually do anything? No.”

A tired sigh. “Dymere, it’s not funny! You may be able to come and go as you please, but I’m left here. And so are our bo-,” 

The voice trailed off as a little dark-haired boy, no older than one or two, toddled in, clutching a small stuffed tiger. The boy stared up at the stranger before moving to his mother and tightly clinging to her leg. Corviya reached down and scooped the boy up, settling him on her hip. The boy turned to shield his stuffed tiger from the unknown man’s view, his head resting against his mother’s shoulder....

The waves lapping gently against the shore, the sound of a gentle breeze moving through the trees, and the sounds of his two companions playing in the sand just a short distance away, all things that allowed the ranger to relax as he settled back against one of the few trees found along the coast of Eversong. There were no echoes here. No nightmares, no reminders- but it also wasn’t somewhere he could stay forever. The order would come, as it always did, and while he had potions he could utilize to sleep while on Argus, he didn’t want to depend on them. He wanted to move past this…whatever this was. And how could he possibly move forward when there were so many questions that continued to plague him about his past.

He’d...

(Below is the first of what will be several glimpses into Amorthon’s past. He has no memory - currently - of these events.)

It could’ve passed for a picture perfect scene. Two high back chairs a comfortable distance from a cozy fire, the two adults lounging comfortably, one in each chair, skimming through their choice of reading material, oblivious to the nine-year-old and his companion - a small lynx- huddled conspiratorially by the foot of the stairs. Quiet footsteps, a motion for his four-legged friend to follow just like they’d done hundreds of times before. Just a little farther…the boy’s tongue was stuck out in concentration, that floorboard creaks aaand that one doesn’t. Okay, just a liiittle more. Almost...

He hated this assignment. Less than a week and he could easily say that he absolutely, unequivocally hated this assignment. Send him scouting in Suramar and almost get Savage killed…not pleased with it, but he’d manage. Having him wandering out on the Broken Shore, and almost end up minus one shoulder…Again, not happy with the arrangement, but he’d make due. But this? The ranger shuddered as yet another echo ran by. This was easily one of the worst assignments he’d been given in a long…LONG time.

Amorthon shuddered again as he found a small isolated corner, quickly removing his chest plate, pauldrons, and gauntlets before setting his head in his hands and taking several deep breaths. “…What the hell…” These...

Everything will change 

He’d tried not to have expectations…he really had. Tried not to think about what it would be like when the man woke up, or what questions he might finally get answers to when both his ‘father’ and 'brother’ were there to produce those answers. But he had…he’d spent the entire week going through and picking which questions he wanted answers to, and thinking about what he’d actually SAY when faced with both of them. All that time? Wasted, as the moment the two were both conscious and near one another it turned into absolute chaos.

Fistfights, yelling, magic used to separate the two. One now sat in a cell while the other was being patched up (again) in the infirmary of his employer. And where...

Flashes of blonde hair, kind eyes, a gentle voice, and a genuine feeling of being cared for. His head was throbbing and had been since he left his meeting with Dr. Selatiir. He’d slept when he’d gotten back to the Jade Forest…well, he’s slept for a few hours before spending the rest of the night staring up at the ceiling as the headache renewed and vision after vision assaulted him. He groaned, setting his elbows on the table in front of him as he set his head into his hands, closing his eyes as he tried to will the pain back.

A soft tiger plushie, well-worn and covered in a familiar scent. The small stuffed animal was pulled tight against his chest as he fought to ignore the raised voices outside his door. His grip...