Holidays don't count when you're away in time. I've decided and I'm sticking to that. They aren't like birthdays -- birthdays happen whether or not anybody so much as glances at them. And the time I was away I didn't celebrate anything at all. Except I guess the end of it all the first time ( Read more... )

At the Faire, his fortune gives him chills. "Time is nothing; timing is everything." He knows it's silly that it makes him feel anything at all, since the whole Faire is probably nothing more than greasepaint and mirrors and bits of polished glass ( Read more... )

    Velharil wouldn’t say that the Crimson Halls incident had affected him in an entirely negative way. In fact, the months following the regime change turned out to afford him more freedom than he had enjoyed in years, possibly decades. No Princes, legitimate or self-declared, were left to breathe down his neck, keeping him and the other ( Read more... )

So up in Northrend there's a ton of old stuff. Varying types of old too. Some is ancient, like the places the Titans built. I hear they had just sprawling compounds or -- I dunno what to call em. Love to go there. Someday, right? There's newer old stuff too, Kalu'ak settlements and places the Taunka have lived. And then there's, like, the Vrykul ( Read more... )

They're sprawled together on the beach, legs tangled with arms tangled with legs. The sand is cozy and warm, and the safety and comfort have Chry lulled into a half-asleep contentment. Barriers down, not thinking, just feeling good ( Read more... )

( Emo AND backstory, yay! )

( Letter to Haken! )

Letters!

( To Jiel... )

I think maybe things won't be so quiet for a while. I think maybe I don't mind so much. The look on Alevh's face is enough reward for any amount of hatchling-related annoyance and inconvenience, so long as it doesn't mean I have to leave. And I think

I think he doesn't want me to leave either.

( Chry may or may not be truthful in all of this. )

My dearest champion ( Read more... )