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#Post#: 54--------------------------------------------------
When asked about your love...
By: Sila Date: February 18, 2015, 11:12 pm
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[[This was a little prompt for people's OC's, where you are
asked to have your character speak of their love interest, the
nature of their love, and what it means to them. Feel free to
reply with your own OC's version of this! ^.^]]
Sila stares from behind her mask, cold blues eyes attentive as
they flicker in the torchlight. She is little more than a
silhouette in the darkness. "I... Well, I choose not to talk of
it often with my associates, but since you have been so
persistent," she begins hesitantly, carefully choosing her
words. "I suppose you deserve some answers." She takes a
cautious few steps forward, looking uneasily around as though
expecting eavesdroppers in the tomb. She stands near you now,
expression covered but eyes revealing.
"Elinie was-... from the start, a thing of mystery. She had come
out of no where, alarmingly, and... got a hold on me right away.
I suppose I just couldn't, well, figure her out." Sila says this
with careful calculation, but the nervousness is clear. Her
voice begins to gain some volume and confidence, developing some
passion about the Subject.
"I kept asking, why me? What could she, this... beautiful, wise,
powerful thing, see in weak, mortal, obsessed me?" Sila frowns,
looking downwards and shifting her weight. "All I saw was my
purpose, my... objectives. But the more I tried to focus, the
more I only saw her. I couldn't justify spending time with a
woman, with so much at stake but..." She drifts to silence,
meeting your gaze as she draws the conclusion as to the reality
of her love for Elinie.
"But at some point I had to accept I couldn't do it myself. I
was missing a critical piece of the solution to this madness-
and I found Her."
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Re: When asked about your Love...
By: Caleb Norwill Date: February 19, 2015, 10:55 am
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<an excerpt from a waterlogged diary>
I am uncertain of how I feel - but there is a certainty in my
life. I am Caleb Norwill for the first time in three years. I do
not remember the last time I knew who that person was, but it
was Id that convinced me that no matter what I did , as long as
I did it of my own agency I would be Caleb Norwill. I am
uncertain if I believe him, but I want to believe him. I want to
believe that I can be me again.
Perhaps I shouldn't say that Id convinced me. Maybe I should say
that for the first time in four years, I feel motivated to try
to be better, to try to be me and all that is. The chaplain
tried to convince me that everything I thought was wrong, the
therapist drugged me without knowledge or permission. It didn't
matter, ultimately, because I was dead and I just did not know.
Id doesn't try to persuade me that what I thought was wrong? Or
that I am i am broken beyond the point of repair.
Id, like me, decays too fast. It started in his face, but for me
it began in my hands. He keeps himself preserved with ice, and
it keeps him alive. for me, though? I don't have that option. I
do not know things- I barely have control over the few gifts I
have. I wonder if Meduna intended me to never have control. I
have never had control of anything in my life.
Id confessed by my grave - no, not my grave - that he was
attracted to me. This is not the first time a man has said this
to me, but this is the first time I am giving it pause and
thought. I am attracted to Id because I am attracted to how he
listens to me and the advice he gives me- I am attracted to the
power I know he has, I am attracted to the control he has. It is
is wrong of me to say, but when I saw him strangle that paladin,
I felt... I don't know. I don't know how I feel. But I felt for
a moment like I had a kindred spirit.
And maybe that's all that love is: kindred spirits with shared
experience. We are not the same, and our lives are not each
other's. He died long ago, and I died when the Sepulchre ruled
the world. When that was is still mysterious to me. I do not
know what I think or what I feel. But I know that I trust Id,
and I like him. I am uncertain of what that means for me. I am
uncertain if this is love or merely relief to have somebody,
finally, who understands me.
I am teaching him Fingertalk, along with Marus. I am attempting
to make a home for myself amongst these people. I am glad that
Id is here because there is a sense of home that comes with him;
despite the cold, despite the death. But I was born in cold and
death. Perhaps I should not be surprised I find this comforting.
<the fragment ends abruptly here, with a large tear>
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Re: When asked about your love...
By: Elinie Date: February 19, 2015, 10:20 pm
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Id looked flustered. The room around him grows colder S he
begins to stammer his response. "Well, I... His name is Caleb.
He's dead too. Like me." Id pauses. "Sorry, I'm not very good at
social stuff." he huffs. "He's just... Great. He's noble, and
kind and.. Honestly, when he leads stuff it's kinda hot." he
chuckles. "There's not much more to say about him... He's just
Caleb Norwill."
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Re: When asked about your love...
By: Valeus276 Date: February 19, 2015, 10:36 pm
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Vainore looks out of his window on the 3rd floor of his manor,
looking over his land within stormwind and sighs
"Its funny if you think about this situation. I have almost
everything anyone could want in one life prestige, money,
power.... but in retrospect once you have it it's pretty
worthless when you have no one to share it with."
Vainore sighs again and ends up sitting at the edge of his bed
"To answer you question Love would be great but i have not seen
such a thing yet."
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Re: When asked about your love...
By: Marustika Date: February 19, 2015, 10:48 pm
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Marus looks back down at her work, lighting the candles in the
Cathedral. She has trouble returning her gaze to you and gently
tugs her hooded robe further down, obscuring her face. She
continues to light the candles and eventually musters the nerve
to answer. "There are many whom I would find...appealing but
I've never had much time to get to know someone enough to form a
bond." She sighs and shakes her head. "And even if I were to
find someone it wouldn't last. Either my Priestly mannerisms
would drive them insane or my...unusual hobbies would send them
home with nightmares." Marus then sets the lighting candle down
and straightens her robes. She manages to meet your gaze and
bows her head. "Your inquiry has given me many things to ponder,
you have my thanks," she says, face morose. The priest gives you
as beaming of a smile that she can muster and excuses herself,
resuming her duties.
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Re: When asked about your love...
By: Alvarik Date: February 21, 2015, 8:22 am
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The Knight-Captain walks out of the command room of his Foward
Operating Base in Gorgrond, only a short while from the
Blackrock Foundry. He has a moment to relax and contemplate in
his private quaters. He reads some books, takes a nap, and
thinks about his past loves. He is an experienced, but not old
man. He has had many loves in his life, but none have worked,
because of his time in the military. He thinks about his wife,
who died so many years ago to the orcs in the third war. He
becomes mildy sad from this, but realizes that it was so long
ago. It was his only love, but realtionships don't have a good
place in his life right now. His adopted brother is the only one
who really has time for realtionships, because of his young age,
and he is not very busy, he thinks about many other things, and
falls asleep. He is awoken suddenly the sound of a horn,
signaling an attack from a band of goren and ogron, and he picks
up his weapons and runs to lead his men in battle.
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Re: When asked about your love...
By: Lucina Date: February 22, 2015, 10:49 am
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Lucina's hand flies to the scarf covering her neck the moment
she's asked, the question seeming to catch her off guard. A
faint blush rises to her cheeks, but her wistful smile fades
before it does.
"My.. husband." Her brows furrow like she's somehow unsure of
what she's said. "He is--" she hesitates and hastily corrects
herself, patting her scarf carefully into place before pulling
her hand away. "He was a good and kind and honorable man. We had
everything together, and he would do anything for me." Just as
she seems to be opening up, she trails off without anymore
explanation.
"Do I still love him?" Her voice is uncertain, trying for a
glimmer of hope, but a shake of the head seems to say otherwise.
"I.. I don't know." Her eyes fall to the stone floor of the
crypt as she grows quiet. The catacomb makes her uneasy, but
it's an appropriate place for the discussion, isn't it?
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Re: When asked about your love...
By: Yumna Date: February 23, 2015, 1:08 am
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She cups your face with a hand, her lips pursed and smirking as
she begins to pat your cheek with said hand. "Well aren't you
preciously insistent with this," she pulls back and folds her
hands on her lap. "Why? Are you interested in me, doll?" A small
laugh escapes her lips, the sound reminiscent of chinking
crystals on a breezy summer's day. "You shouldn't, you know. I'm
horrible to desire after. Completely incapable of settling down
and making such... intimate commitments." Soft smoke makes the
room hazy, its scent of foreign spices and alien flora heavy
enough to make your head swim, but you swear you notice a
flicker in her shimmering eyes that conveys heartache. However,
you rub at your eyes and when you pull back your hands...
Nothing. The Highborne is back to her soft smiles and
misdirecting words.
Yumna readjusts herself so that she's sitting more comfortably
in the large, plush armchair. Silence builds up like the smokey
fog between the two of you before a sigh is emitted from her.
"You really are incapable of taking a hint and dropping this...
Fine, deary." The elven woman waves a hand and two cups of mint
tea pops onto the table as if they were just brought out
freshly; steam rising as it mingles with the candles' smog. "I
have been alive for a... despairingly long time. Naturally, hun,
a woman like me has experienced love a handful of times. But I
insist that there is no one relevant as of lately." Her entire
posture stiffens as she drifts into memories from far, far ago.
"Though with my new found mortality," Yumna's voice softens to a
whisper as if she's breathing out the words rather than speaking
them. "Perhaps I should find someone to spend such limited time
with. Someone like my lost Dolorwisp..."
The Highborne woman sits there staring forlornly into her
steaming cup of tea. Again, the only sounds are the crackling of
flames and the soft chattering of the Shady Lady below. You
clear your throat, unsure of what to say or if you should even
acknowledge what you heard. "Oh!" The spellbinder looks up from
her trance and flashes an embarrassed grin. "My apologies,
deary. I didn't mean to zone out on you like that." Another
small, musical laugh floats from her lips. "I really should get
back to working on some papers for Miss Mouse. I'm sure you can
find your way out, yes? Good. Now take care, darling! We'll talk
again, I'm certain of it!" And as you leave, you're just so sure
you hear a slight sniffle from the woman.
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Re: When asked about your love...
By: Tomgryphon Date: February 24, 2015, 8:55 pm
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Cogs sits atop a few boxes, tinkering with the exposed panel on
his left leg. His eyes glow a bright purple as he stares at the
task at hand only thinking idly of the question, "You intend to
ask me of my love interests? You intend to ask me of my opinions
on the subject?", he sets down the arclight spanner and stares
at you emotionlessly. "Love is a construct of irrational-minded
organics; a means of putting emotion in an emotionless chemical
reaction."
The small Mechagnome hops off the crates and closes up the
panel, "This obsession with such an ethereal concept distracts
us from the task at hand," He turns down his volume to whisper,
"A distraction I have noticed plagues quite a few members of
this organization." As his volume rises back to normalcy he
simply walks away and without turning around or missing a step,
concludes, "This interaction has been pleasant, now if you'll
excuse me I have less philosophical matters to attend to."
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Re: When asked about your love...
By: Eloise Date: May 10, 2015, 6:16 am
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(( Alright. Either angst or feels or "can we not" with Eloise.
Hope it accounts as something as I'm sleep drunk xD ))
<Elo's voice falters to a faint whisper, as if speaking into the
winds as she leaned against the stony wall in her draenic form
for the first time in what felt like eons. Her visible eye
stared skyward at the catacombs ceiling, as if recollecting upon
her thoughts. At last, her voice rang out like an ethereal bell;
not entirely corporeal, but sounding nonetheless>
Kaah... 'ja...
<Her tone twinges with sorrow and she nearly whimpers from the
suddenness, before continuing>
Kadja was my friend back when I was little. She and I had
different lives, but we found a common ground when our mothers
left us to be. Kadja taught me more about the Light, life, and
the littler things overlooked from the elders and adventurers.
She was my teacher on many regards. You could say she was my
first love, albeit I had never experienced a flame so to
speak... Though I often wonder about what could have been...
<she scratches at her cheek to scrub away a blush> We were
childhood best friends, and we grew up together... Kadja became
a priestess of my people, and a faith healer to those buckled
down by tragedy. Her words could turn a skeptic into a believer,
her graceful smile would ignite a spirit inside someone that
would kindle on its own, and her voice soothed many startled
elekks that required mightier hands than her own to rein in.
<A twinkle of a smile pulls across Eloise's lips, which would be
sweet if it weren't for the thereafter tear running down her
cheek and falling onto her leather armor beneath her neck which
visibly tightened as she swallowed>
Kadja's fate is regrettably irreversible. That is what a Bronze
once told me. She cannot be saved no matter what happens, as her
fate intwining with saving other lives were crucial to certain
would-be heroes. The paradox would have to be maintained, and
they frankly are subject to what the Master wants. The Master
deemed Kadja's fate affordable.
<The shaman presses her back further into the wall before
sliding down to meet the ground, hugging her arms around her
knees as she continued staring at the ceiling>
I do not mind anymore. She was a friend that opened so many
doors for me. Some part of her in the Light still beckons to me.
To this day, I can still say she has done for me than I had
never imagined all those years ago when we'd race across Nagrand
with the winds or Breezestriders on our backs and how she
enlightened my mind to being a shaman and how I would speak to
the earth, and how the water tasted so sweet... I can't take it
all for granted. It's all that I have now are the memories to
wash away the pain I felt losing her.
<The shaman silences for a few minutes, presumably muffling sobs
in her knees after she leaned her head forward. About twenty
minutes pass before she leans back up rubbing at her face
gently, removing the eyepatch to reveal the sickly orange eye
that teemed with corruption from fracking of the skin>
... And the last love I could safely say was a flame, and it was
mine; was Shaadra. I met him after I lost Kadja, and I was still
a fledgling in fighting when we were thrown unto Azeroth.
Shaadra was a Draenei like myself, whom found companionship with
beasts over man; but he was still good natured and readily
friendly. He saw my struggle with combative skills - or lack
thereof any - and he took my hand and shown me how to properly
defend myself. After I started utilizing my shamanistic
abilities with my combat skills, I was able to proceed further
with my own technique.
<A soft chuckle interrupts her, and then a snivel as she regains
her composure>
He constantly observed me; poking remarks at me now and again to
make me smile and stress less over useless endeavors. His heart
was strong with Light and he never backed down in protecting
others when it was in his power to defend. He rubbed off on me,
you could say... <her thoughts linger for a moment> ... we
didn't particularly date per-say, but our familiarity with each
other of his way with the beasts and my way with the elements;
we were able to find that common ground. Not like Kadja, but it
was familiar yet distant enough that I could distinguish and
grasp something that I could say was mine, and mine alone. Our
romance was a little short lived if you ask me, with the war
separating us as he was a seasoned veteran - I was simply a low
rank that needed to hurry her hindquarters up to be beside her
mate. <she trails off as her eyes darken> ... I tried so hard to
catch up with him, I did not realize all the other things
attempting to grasp hold of me... and when I .... fell into the
dark, I never saw him again.
<She bows her head deeply into her knees, stifling noises as she
attempted to regain herself. She pained herself to be strong.
She hadn't any other choice but to be, as Kadja and Shaadra's
lessons had taught her>
I... miss them... both... so... much... I... can't... take the
screams... of pain when my own is... so much stronger...
<She trails off after choking up, reverting to a ghost wolf form
to thus retreat to a corner inside the catacomb. Her voice
softly rings under breath; "I'll be fine, I just... need a
moment..." - she probably needed a hug>
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