A study made from winter
Marbas had some kind of magical accident that landed him in Outlands. I'm not entirely sure what he did, but it completely destroyed his Tome and set part of Terrokar on fire. Alinor played detective and discovered where they had taken him, the infirmary in Shattrath. I arrived as soon as she sent word to talk to the healers caring for him.
No wounds to be particularly concerned about. He's unconcious but that's likely not a physical result but a reaction to the magical backlash. They have no idea how long he'll be out, so I carried him home so he can eventually wake up in his own bed. Alinor and I both check in on him periodically. I hope one of us is there when he does finally wake.
Alinor, ah, I'm not sure what to say. The more sexually active we are, the more experimental she becomes. She wanted to tie me to the bedpost, which isn't uncommon amongst lovers. I have no idea what happened, something in me just felt immediately horrified at the concept. I couldn't let her do it. At least I didn't snap at her, or completely lose my composure. I just told her no, and that look she gave me. She didn't understand, but she quickly let it go. Instead, she asked me to tie her up.
And this is why I love her so much. I know for a heartbeat I disappointed her, but she recovered quickly and turned our game into something slightly different but still fun.
I know this psychological block is all Tensuns' doing. And it rankles me to know that he's dead but the things that transpired between us still linger in my memory and crop up at the worst possible moments. I want very much to please my betrothed. I'm her first lover and quite possibly the only one she'll ever know. I cannot continue to let the past limit me.
I'm just not entirely sure how to get past this, and I don't dare tell her of any of this. She doesn't know half of what he did to me, and I don't want her to find out.
No wounds to be particularly concerned about. He's unconcious but that's likely not a physical result but a reaction to the magical backlash. They have no idea how long he'll be out, so I carried him home so he can eventually wake up in his own bed. Alinor and I both check in on him periodically. I hope one of us is there when he does finally wake.
Alinor, ah, I'm not sure what to say. The more sexually active we are, the more experimental she becomes. She wanted to tie me to the bedpost, which isn't uncommon amongst lovers. I have no idea what happened, something in me just felt immediately horrified at the concept. I couldn't let her do it. At least I didn't snap at her, or completely lose my composure. I just told her no, and that look she gave me. She didn't understand, but she quickly let it go. Instead, she asked me to tie her up.
And this is why I love her so much. I know for a heartbeat I disappointed her, but she recovered quickly and turned our game into something slightly different but still fun.
I know this psychological block is all Tensuns' doing. And it rankles me to know that he's dead but the things that transpired between us still linger in my memory and crop up at the worst possible moments. I want very much to please my betrothed. I'm her first lover and quite possibly the only one she'll ever know. I cannot continue to let the past limit me.
I'm just not entirely sure how to get past this, and I don't dare tell her of any of this. She doesn't know half of what he did to me, and I don't want her to find out.