Aellundras is home for a few days. I have been healed, and trimmed up. We have plans to enjoy the Festival together. I'm glad he's with me for a while. It makes me appreciate him more, honestly. He saw to me. He knew what I needed, and I love him for that ( Read more... )

I'm going to be a landowner. It's a small stretch, near the Scorched Grove. It's cheap because of that...after all, what Blood Elf would want burned ruined trees to disgrace their horizon? I want to build on it. Maybe move out there and rent the flat. One day at a time. There's plenty of time, isn't there? I put a nice downpayment on it, from ( Read more... )

I feel like history is repeating itself ( Read more... )

I had forgotten.

I didn't realize three months of a proper civilian life was so quick to whittle away important skills. My physical health and the state of my body had already deteriorated my ability to physically function as a rogue could--things I could do two years ago, I can't today, due to my bulk and my lost agility. I hit harder--I can take ( Read more... )

Funny.

Funny funny funny.

It's just funny how things change, or come to be. Change is certainly not a bad thing--oh no, I'm not complaining about that.

I just like to look around me and absorb everything--the Lynx, my life with Aellundras, where I've been and where I'm going. Even now, things are changing.

The Inked Lynx is expanding, with Kae as a ( Read more... )

I never thought that while digging a quill into someone's flesh, that they would take the time to spill all the grief they've been welling up inside, when I'm nothing but a stranger.

What is it about laying down and bleeding that leaves us so vulnerable?

Sun I hope people don't think me to be a therapist.

I can't ever recall being named a good man, ( Read more... )

"This would be it. The Inked Lynx."

Aelandra paused outside the storefront, eyes roaming over the gold lettering that had been painted on the glass of the front window. The mage was alone, as was typical, having decided to visit the shop that Aellundras had mentioned he ran with his boyfriend. Catching her reflection in the glass, the petite blonde ( Read more... )

The Inked Lynx was dark and quiet when he stepped in, though the one room shop immediately brightened upon his entrance. Vinarian took no heed to the soft Arcane orbs and lights strung about, merely standing for a long silent moment.

His eyes were on the bar in the corner, focused on a lone bottle on the otherwise empty shelves. The champagne bottle ( Read more... )

Opening day was a success ( Read more... )

Today is opening day.

I slept poorly last night, and even though I didn't really toss and turn, Aell woke up with me a lot. He's a rather light sleeper, and I had told him of my concerns the prior night, so he seemed to already know what troubled me. Laying there, he softly repeated comforts to settle me, and I finally managed to get a few more ( Read more... )