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He used mind control on me. He promised he'd never, and he did. And not for anything IMPORTANT, but just to end a discussion that hadn't even started to turn into a fight.
All he would have had to do was ASK. That's all he's ever needed to do. He asked me to be a good little boy and stay where it's safe, and I did. Clean up my act, stop drinking so much, be more civilized...
Hell, sometimes he didn't even have TO ask, just mention something, and I'd move the Sunspire to give it to him. He said in passing that we didn't have a home, so I bought the house in Silvermoon after selling my place in Booty Bay. He didn't like the Bay, it was too full of "criminals and thieves." Yeah, the irony wasn't lost on me, either. I tried telling him that I was no painted saint myself, but he just called it "vainglory." "Vainglory" to point out that in a town full of dangerous people, I fit right in.
I'm going to find something, some way to prove to him that I'm not a weak-willed little kid he needs to shelter and mollycoddle and order around "for my own good." I love him still, but I can't live in a cage, no matter how nice it is. Maybe once I take down something big and nasty enough, he'll finally see me as a full-grown man.
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Icecrown.
He used mind control on me. He promised he'd never, and he did. And not for anything IMPORTANT, but just to end a discussion that hadn't even started to turn into a fight.
All he would have had to do was ASK. That's all he's ever needed to do. He asked me to be a good little boy and stay where it's safe, and I did. Clean up my act, stop drinking so much, be more civilized...
Hell, sometimes he didn't even have TO ask, just mention something, and I'd move the Sunspire to give it to him. He said in passing that we didn't have a home, so I bought the house in Silvermoon after selling my place in Booty Bay. He didn't like the Bay, it was too full of "criminals and thieves." Yeah, the irony wasn't lost on me, either. I tried telling him that I was no painted saint myself, but he just called it "vainglory." "Vainglory" to point out that in a town full of dangerous people, I fit right in.
I'm going to find something, some way to prove to him that I'm not a weak-willed little kid he needs to shelter and mollycoddle and order around "for my own good." I love him still, but I can't live in a cage, no matter how nice it is. Maybe once I take down something big and nasty enough, he'll finally see me as a full-grown man.
((Below this, there are several scribbled-out words, and one that is underlined several times))
Icecrown.