Stasi: Seeing Red again...
Oooh, I'm going to punch him so hard his head will be spinning faster than a hyperactive child's toy. He disappeared for...how long? A month? More? Then he has the audacity to just...just waltz back in, stomp around Silvermoon, threaten to kill someone, get drunk, start dancing naked on tables, and...
Punching him isn't good enough. I'm going to spank him until my gauntlet shatters. Mage or no, dragon or no, insane or no, his ass is mine.
I don't know. Maybe I should have stayed out in Kalimdor. I came back to Silvermoon to look for Linthara, see if she had new orders for me that she'd been too lazy or paranoid to send. I happened to look up and saw a familiar...well, mostly-familiar...man walking past. The jerk had actually muscled up--I guess someone had been forcing him to actually take care of himself, which is so damned gratifying. I don't know why, but I kept following him into a couple of taverns--apparently he was hellbent on drinking--and tried telling myself that I was just...performing damage control.
Like hell. I can't even lie to myself.
I'm still not sure where Lin came in; Kiyo ran off sometime after I'd drunkenly dared Maze to snog him. The next thing I knew, we were in the Undercity...and I was starting to sober up...and Lin was actually giving us a mission.
Yeah. Maze and I. She wants us to scout for her. I won't lie--or even attempt to. The idea has me bouncing on my toes, ready to go, because it can work...that is, if Maze can hold it together and not go charging in blindly. I really, really don't need to see him get shot down.
We moved up to the courtyard after awhile...and I don't know why all of this happened. You see, I'm a rather independent woman. I've never, ever wanted a relationship--sex, yes. Giving my heart to someone, even a shred of it--no. I don't want to be tied down, I don't want children, I don't want to get hurt. There, I said it. I'll take a bullet for my comrades, but I won't offer my heart to someone and have them smash it to pieces...or worse, to die while holding it.
So why, why, why did I let Maze and Lin see that flash of jealousy? Why didn't I just cue Fleetwing to fly away? I was on her back, she was ready to go...and he strode up and called for me to wait.
Then he hauled me off of her back and...I don't even know how to describe that kiss. It wasn't a "Let's screw" snog, it wasn't a joking peck. It was something else, and I honestly didn't know how to react. There was...something...about him that almost seemed sane--he knew damned well what he was doing, I'd stake my bow on it, and all I could do was stare at him.
Then he walked off--or rather, flew away--and Linthara proceeded to blather on about Fate. Seriously? Fate doesn't exist. I made the choice to stay and see what the hell he wanted; I made the choice to keep an eye on him, because I do care, all right? I made the choice to come back to Silvermoon.
So why does it feel like things are starting to spin out of control? I feel like I'm going to end up hurt, bleeding from a wound that no priest can heal...
And it's really starting to piss me off. Why the hell does he have to be so...just...UGH. Between that man and our commander, I'm not sure who's going to drive me mad first.
Once happiness was only
Whenever I was on my own
So now why do I feel lonely
Any time that I'm alone?
Why ain't I running? Why ain't I gone?
Lyrics: "Why Ain't I Running," Garth Brooks
Punching him isn't good enough. I'm going to spank him until my gauntlet shatters. Mage or no, dragon or no, insane or no, his ass is mine.
I don't know. Maybe I should have stayed out in Kalimdor. I came back to Silvermoon to look for Linthara, see if she had new orders for me that she'd been too lazy or paranoid to send. I happened to look up and saw a familiar...well, mostly-familiar...man walking past. The jerk had actually muscled up--I guess someone had been forcing him to actually take care of himself, which is so damned gratifying. I don't know why, but I kept following him into a couple of taverns--apparently he was hellbent on drinking--and tried telling myself that I was just...performing damage control.
Like hell. I can't even lie to myself.
I'm still not sure where Lin came in; Kiyo ran off sometime after I'd drunkenly dared Maze to snog him. The next thing I knew, we were in the Undercity...and I was starting to sober up...and Lin was actually giving us a mission.
Yeah. Maze and I. She wants us to scout for her. I won't lie--or even attempt to. The idea has me bouncing on my toes, ready to go, because it can work...that is, if Maze can hold it together and not go charging in blindly. I really, really don't need to see him get shot down.
We moved up to the courtyard after awhile...and I don't know why all of this happened. You see, I'm a rather independent woman. I've never, ever wanted a relationship--sex, yes. Giving my heart to someone, even a shred of it--no. I don't want to be tied down, I don't want children, I don't want to get hurt. There, I said it. I'll take a bullet for my comrades, but I won't offer my heart to someone and have them smash it to pieces...or worse, to die while holding it.
So why, why, why did I let Maze and Lin see that flash of jealousy? Why didn't I just cue Fleetwing to fly away? I was on her back, she was ready to go...and he strode up and called for me to wait.
Then he hauled me off of her back and...I don't even know how to describe that kiss. It wasn't a "Let's screw" snog, it wasn't a joking peck. It was something else, and I honestly didn't know how to react. There was...something...about him that almost seemed sane--he knew damned well what he was doing, I'd stake my bow on it, and all I could do was stare at him.
Then he walked off--or rather, flew away--and Linthara proceeded to blather on about Fate. Seriously? Fate doesn't exist. I made the choice to stay and see what the hell he wanted; I made the choice to keep an eye on him, because I do care, all right? I made the choice to come back to Silvermoon.
So why does it feel like things are starting to spin out of control? I feel like I'm going to end up hurt, bleeding from a wound that no priest can heal...
And it's really starting to piss me off. Why the hell does he have to be so...just...UGH. Between that man and our commander, I'm not sure who's going to drive me mad first.
Once happiness was only
Whenever I was on my own
So now why do I feel lonely
Any time that I'm alone?
Why ain't I running? Why ain't I gone?
Lyrics: "Why Ain't I Running," Garth Brooks