All men walk a line.

Some men walk a tightrope.

I walk the edge of a canyon.

Brysie holds my hand and keeps me steady. Sometimes she wants to let go. I know it. Sometimes when I almost fall off the precipice I can feel, for a moment, her fingers loosen. Those are the times when all I hear is the sound of her tears and sobs in the inferno below, a ( Read more... )

((Jack received a letter that his mother, who has been sick for a very long time, is finally about to succumb to her sickness.  He's taken Brysie to his family home in Westfall to say goodbye, but his behaviour towards her is growing increasingly erratic and abusive.  This is what happens the night his mother passes away -- with their help.))

It is ( Read more... )

(( Hopelessly cheesy, but I woke up this morning and felt like writing an IC love letter.  Unfortunately, none of my characters are in a situation to do so -- they're either not in love, or not the type to write a letter expressing it.  Still, I needed to write something sweet, and this is the closest I could get.  My RP partner is the best, and ( Read more... )

Brysie is making me crazy ( Read more... )

((Jack Steeles invited Brysie along with him up to the Hinterlands to visit his aunt Lurah, a trip he takes frequently, although not usually with company other than his wolf, Yapper.  This is the night they arrive. Starts quietly, gets intense.))

Although Quel'dorei women are characteristically slender and quite feminine, Lurah Goldenbough holds ( Read more... )

Dear Ma ( Read more... )