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[isandare]

Furious green eyes still burned into his as Isandare woke, gasping. Somehow he managed to roll over to the side of the bed and hastily swipe the chamberpot out before dry heaving into it. Shuddering, he hung over the edge, clenching his teeth shut against the aftershocks until they subsided.

Isandare flopped over in the wrecked bed and took a deep

Comments

[theashwake]

Aw, poor Issy, waking up from a nightmare and going right into bullshit and asshattery. I'm really interested in what he was dreaming. This is such a teaser xD I want to know moooooar

[isandare]

Heh, yeah. If he hadn't been so emotionally raw from the nightmare I don't think he'd have responded the way he did. The subject of his nightmare is something that Isa doesn't want to admit, even to himself. Denial ain't just a river!

[alaias_stories]

I'm not entirely sure what's going on but D: I want to squish him, which I've no doubt would leave him mortified but HE NEEDS IT!

Also. Letter on it's way TODAY. Finally!

[isandare]

Aww, he'd be dreadfully embarrassed but he'd accept it.

And yay!

[aliceinazeroth]

D: Isa *smooosh*

[isandare]

Gnomehugs!

[chastise_spam]

Remember, friends don't let friends beat up Death Knights alone!

[isandare]

Lightwell to the face. Yus.

[threadfree]

The tome: here to shove scourge, forsaken, cultists, and everything else unpleasant right up into the tender spots. Poor Isa. :[

[isandare]

It's a tough crowd some days!