I don't know what's happening, and I can't pretend....
WHO: Lady Liadrin liadrin , Koltira Deathweaver deadelfwalking
WHERE: Elfhaus: Koltira and Liadrin's room
WHEN: The now.
WARNINGS: Elves. Again.
SUMMARY: Koltira's been through hell and his drugged-up girlfriend is too disconnected from the real world to provide him with any real comfort.
FORMAT: Para, then whichever
No matter what Illidan had said, Liadrin knew Koltira well enough to know that he would be able to detect the remnants of the demonic taint still clinging to their room after the Betrayer's swift departure, and she was proven right when he came home covered in frost, ichor and the fresh marks of battle and immediately shut the door in disgust without a word, leaving her shut alone in their room.
It had been countless hours since then. Her wrist was beginning to hurt where the bindings were pressed against her skin as the euphoric high that came with siphoning magic slowly wore off, and her stomach was growling restlessly. Taking in too much energy always left her feeling satisfied both physically and mentally, but with the return of her senses came the return of her appetite. Some part of her took a moment to consider that letting Illidan stroll off with the last of her food was an unwise decision. The rest of her wondered if Koltira would care enough to bring her something to eat.
He was in terrible pain, she thought, as she stared down at her toes, curling them in the soft, warm fabric of her covers to amuse herself. Blue was gone. Dead. Tortured. He suffered, and all because of the one creature that Koltira had sworn himself to kill-- and failed. Guilt, grief, fear and hatred were all clawing at his fragile heart and without her there at his side he would find no peace or comfort. The one thing that was nice about drawing from the fel to satisfy the last of her more desperate cravings was the clarity it seemed to offer; she could observe and understand various emotions without actually feeling them. She could disconnect. And she felt that way now as she considered just how she ought to be feeling the same misery that tormented her lover when all Liadrin felt was slight discontent at being tied down and locked away from his presence.
"Koltira!!" She yelled out, acting so that she sounded--- quite convincingly-- desperate and afraid. "Koltira, please!!"
WHERE: Elfhaus: Koltira and Liadrin's room
WHEN: The now.
WARNINGS: Elves. Again.
SUMMARY: Koltira's been through hell and his drugged-up girlfriend is too disconnected from the real world to provide him with any real comfort.
FORMAT: Para, then whichever
No matter what Illidan had said, Liadrin knew Koltira well enough to know that he would be able to detect the remnants of the demonic taint still clinging to their room after the Betrayer's swift departure, and she was proven right when he came home covered in frost, ichor and the fresh marks of battle and immediately shut the door in disgust without a word, leaving her shut alone in their room.
It had been countless hours since then. Her wrist was beginning to hurt where the bindings were pressed against her skin as the euphoric high that came with siphoning magic slowly wore off, and her stomach was growling restlessly. Taking in too much energy always left her feeling satisfied both physically and mentally, but with the return of her senses came the return of her appetite. Some part of her took a moment to consider that letting Illidan stroll off with the last of her food was an unwise decision. The rest of her wondered if Koltira would care enough to bring her something to eat.
He was in terrible pain, she thought, as she stared down at her toes, curling them in the soft, warm fabric of her covers to amuse herself. Blue was gone. Dead. Tortured. He suffered, and all because of the one creature that Koltira had sworn himself to kill-- and failed. Guilt, grief, fear and hatred were all clawing at his fragile heart and without her there at his side he would find no peace or comfort. The one thing that was nice about drawing from the fel to satisfy the last of her more desperate cravings was the clarity it seemed to offer; she could observe and understand various emotions without actually feeling them. She could disconnect. And she felt that way now as she considered just how she ought to be feeling the same misery that tormented her lover when all Liadrin felt was slight discontent at being tied down and locked away from his presence.
"Koltira!!" She yelled out, acting so that she sounded--- quite convincingly-- desperate and afraid. "Koltira, please!!"