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Sketches, Friends & Reflections

It wasn’t uncommon to find the Ren’dorei tucked somewhere quiet and solitary with a well worn and well used leather bound journal in her lap. It was her bestiary and she’d been working on it for many long years now in her longer lived life, adding pages over the times when it was needed. But today it was no beast she was sketching, but a personal sketch.  She’d done these before in the past, in fact Illdraes’s house had three hung on the walls though they were all of Na’mu. She’d even given a sketch of an Argi once to another she happened to meet in the past. But this... this was one of her rarer and more personal sketches. One, she probably would never show to another and keep tucked in the back of the book where other such sketches remained.  She pushed the charcoal along the whites of the pages and found her subjects taking form, two subjects who had been deep and heavy on her mind as of late. And as she continued to sketch the attention to detail for both were in her own way a reflection of how much she had come to care for both of them. Yet as she sketched she reflected on several things. Several moments in time with both of them but more pressing this day was the conversation she’d had but mere nights ago with the Gilnean who’s scar she was intricately bringing to life across his eye. 

"No more cult... no more gang, sure. But that doesn't change the fact that... there's blood on my hands." "My actions are in the past- but I still did 'em. Consciously. Willingly. I can never change that."

Ivan’s words had provoked something in her that night, a truth she had never admitted aloud but only in the solitude of her own mind. Yet after all they’d been through in the past week she no longer saw a reason to hide her thoughts. If anything, she hoped it might help him see his own truth. A grim ugly truth, but he was not alone. None of them were alone. 

"There's blood on all our hands Ivan, even mine. You and Illdraes don't judge my past anymore than I judge your own because we're all bloodied with our actions despite our different reasons. People like us... We are the lions in a world of lambs. Predators, hunters if you will. But what sets us apart is if we choose to embrace the darkness, or if we choose to fight against it. In both choices we can become limitless and fearless but that transition can be one of the hardest things to obtain.“ “I was told once, that to capture a predator you can't remain the prey. You have to become an equal in every way. I have chosen to be the hunter. No matter what I must do to see to it that they can not harm me anymore. That is why I finally made the choice to end the part of me that made me the prey. But I had to find an equal to help carry me through it. Or in our case, equals."

~Equals~, she reflected on the word as the sketches took more life within the faces of the Kaldorei and the Gilnean both. Each of them had bared one another’s trauma and each had been abandoned in one way or another. All three of them had lived similar lives that brought them to this moment and all three of them had just been stripped bare before one another after a mission gone wrong. But instead of tearing them apart it had only brought them closer, and made painfully apparent to her at least that she had one great weakness that was eating her alive because she was letting it. That was why she called on them both to be at her side as she finally chose to destroy what she had been. A choice, and a separate event which had taken yet another toll on the three of them and only proved in her mind at least that the three of them were far more than just comrades now.

"The three of us know far more than perhaps either of us were ever meant too of each other after what we've been through. Despite how bare events at the cave left us all before one another, it also made us realize perhaps how similar we are in our walks of life. You Ivan, have the misfortune of walking it in far less time than us.... and Illdraes has the advantage of having far more years than either of us to cope and harden his shell. He's better than you, far better than I even and I envy him for it. But he willingly chooses to fight with us and stand by us. Even to call us his friend. I honestly think it's because he sees the same in both of us. We just.... are much younger in our development." “Despite that, I think we each care for each other in our own way. We certainly have come to trust one another, and in a way it's almost... familial. To fear what you are now Ivan, is to fear what we all are. Perhaps it's time you embrace it, and use it and the events leading thus far to lead you in your own direction. Whatever that may be at least it certainly should be stronger than before. And you've two allies who would probably walk through fire to aid you if you called on us." 

Equals in every way... her words reflecting in her mind as she traced the last bits of details in each of their faces. The two faces that were always on her mind now. Friends, who were quickly becoming more like family to her. Both could rouse such confusing emotions within her in their own way, but both had proven they’d remain at her side no matter the cost. And so too would she for them... even if her own feelings were never realized. 

((First of all a very warm thank you goes out to @littleliongod for the sketches. They were a wonderful person to commission and happy to make these look like legit charcoal sketches that my character would have done IC. I highly recommend working with them and I thank you again for this wonderful art of my good friends @ivanvukoja and @illdraes. There is also a very slight mention to @devsash‘s Toranos too in the writing above.))

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I Am the Storm

((Theme music as you read if you so please))

Scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing…. The sounds of bristle against wood washing away the trail of dark blood that stained the floor of the shop she’d come to temporarily call home. The only home she had left now officially after tonight.

"You aren't the type to pine," The Kaldorei’s voice echoed in her mind. Words spoke just hours ago. Or was it minutes? How long had she been scrubbing this floor. Was the blood stain even still on the floor or had she just been scrubbing it all on her hands and knees lost within the recesses of her mind. "Oh? Then what type am I, do tell." "The type to compartmentalize your feelings, I get the impression you'd agonize over your feelings before letting them be known. I imagine you deliberate about it all for a while."

Again the conversation echoed in her mind her ears pressing firmly against her head as she continued fervently scrubbing. She could still see it, the pandaren home with Sin’dorei motifs engulfed in flames. Flames she’d set in motion as she watched it burned down within her mind. The fire like a wildfire as it grew and grew consuming all within its heat. All the memories she’d built, all the life she’d known prior and till this night had been unable to let go of. Of her life among the Quel’dorei, among the Sin’dorei as a ranger. A life, that no longer had room for a void being to dwell within and the consequences of her choices since then.

"As you know, I've been gravely mistaken before. And easily mislead later. So I think it wiser to keep them to myself till and if an opportunity clearly presents itself. If even then."

"Patience is a good trait to have," he replied as his eyelids fluttered slightly. His voice grew more tired as he continued. "But sometimes it can be a weakness instead of a strength in situations to do with feelings. Or so, I've tended to notice.." She blinked, she hadn’t noticed the passage of time again well into the heart of the night going on into the morning. A glass within her hand, the smell of his familiar preferred drink on her breath. She raised the glass to look to it, how many had she drank now? For that matter when did she think to start and break into his stash? Knowing him he wouldn’t care but even as she had consumed the contents it failed to numb her mind… failed to comfort her any as it merely trapped her further within the recesses of her thoughts. The floor was fully scrubbed as was the counter, no more blood remained in fact it looked like she’d scrubbed every square inch of the floor as it practically sparkled now. The only dark spot on it left was that of her own figure drunkenly brooding now lost within her thoughts. She brought the contents of the glass up to her lips as she threw her head back to consume, feeling the burn down her throat as she went for the stairs and climbed slowly to the top. One hand out helping guide her along the wall while her eyes closed. She could still feel the rage coursing through her veins, still hear his cries echoing through her every being and worse yet… she could feel his final harsh caress as he seeped through her body following the shattering of his home. The sound of shattering crystals, of a foundation that was once her home within Quel’thelas… his home. The home that cast its shade over her all these years and still now lie in rubble as the magic that animated it had been forever destroyed and with it, her freedom of the entity that haunted her every waking thought. But instead of comfort now at last she felt… empty.

Her shoulder found the doorway leading into her room. The spare room he’d lent her within his home during her troubled times. The dark tresses of the Kaldorei sprawled elegantly along her pillow even as he slept. Her eyes not focused on his face however, but on the wound that lay wrapped around his bare chest. Her empty glass at her side still held in hand as her glassy eyes caught sight in the corners of them the armor she’d tediously cleaned free of his blood however many hours before and now drying on the table. The sounds of her work that put him to sleep mid conversation, so tired was he that he didn’t even register her final words before the exhaustion of the last few days they’d survived through took him.

"If, it was ever meant to be... then perhaps I'm naive enough to believe they'll see through my hesitation instead of choosing another. Either way, I won't be the one to make it known first... ever again."

If ever again… a very, very big if. She slowly and quietly walked over to the end of the bed, before lowering herself to the floor and resting her back against the bed as she rolled her head back. Her hands limply settled at her sides as she stared into that dimming darkness of her dying candle that lit the room. The sounds of his breathing the only thing to be heard past the flicker of flame. She stared into the darkness waiting, waiting for that familiar voice to come and attack her. To prod at her heart and very soul as he knew her every thought. Her every desire, her every secret. But there was nothing but silence…

She could still see the Gilnean’s face, see how he glanced through the door and stopped in his tracks only to advert his eyes from her. How he turned without a word and walked away without a look back nor a reply to her despite her attempt to genuinely thank him for being there for her. For being her rock as he held her tight despite how she deliberately attempted to violently break free of his hold. Stopping her from murdering the elf behind her now in her bed and that highborn mage in cold blood as she remained consumed by the last bouts of madness in Run’ahl’s wake. His words still echoing in her ears as he pleaded with her to fight the madness and return to him, to them. The solid feel of his arms around her as he held her up when she had nothing left in her to fight with as the darkness faded at last broken with that shattering sound. The smell of his lotus cologne that was almost a perfect mirror to the same that she smelled now of the elf slumbering behind her. A slumbering figure that she didn’t dare watch sleep in his current state as she knew how she felt for him, for them. Or did she? Did she even truly know anymore? For that matter, after what they’d just endured and the humiliation each of them bore on her behalf would they even look at her the same? Or would she be surrounded by fake faces, masks they hid behind protecting themselves from her as both had their faces covered even now. Her thoughts finally her own no longer misguided nor tainted. So much fuel to torment her with, but all she had now was her own thoughts and… silence.

Her eyes snapped to her hand then as she just realized it was shaking. Shaking as if cold, that kind of cold that no blanket could warm. She raised her hand up before her face as she watched it shake, felt it traverse down her arm along her shoulders before she pressed her hand firmly to her face and it stopped. Eyes shut tight in her momentary lapse of reason.

Stripped bare, Silence, Darkness. A single decision. A decision that ended the tremors and gave her but a moment to breath in deeply, then back out. She hadn’t lost everything tonight. She still had one blanket left. That one area left in her mind that had always been there to protect her. And with that complete numbness that filled her she became that metaphorical stone she had be to protect herself from everything. Even from herself. Only then did sleep finally take her as she slowly slumped over to the floor to bare witness to the storm within her mind that’d plague her nightmares. Within that storm the hunter rose from the ashes of all she’d buried this night… yet to be seen. ((Mentions go out to @illdraes and @ivanvukoja - thank you both for being a part of a huge arc in her character development. I have been blessed to share some wonderful rp stories with you both and I hope you enjoy the fruits of your labors ))

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Breathe - Sea Shanty Prompt #1

She could do this, they depended on her. Yet the thought of delving into her inner magic still truly knotted her stomach and made her sick. She was never one to fear nor sweat the could have beens or maybes, only what was. Yet the fear of those voices calling to her again was never forgotten. The fear of that bliss she felt when she first tasted its true power and the destruction that the void promised her when she truly chose to let go. It was far greater a feeling than any other she'd ever come to know, greater even than that of love. Rather that fact was a testament for how poor her experiences were with it in the past or not she couldn't know. All she knew as fact was the fate all who chose to wield it would one day face.

Focus Eccia. Deep breath in, deep breath out. As the whispers grew ever more present so too did the magic that came with it rising up from beneath her skin in dark shadowed wisps. Magic that was now a part of her very being as much as her own heartbeat. Breathe, just breathe... and release.

( Tagged by @illdraes to participate in part of @salt-water-sirens‘s sea shanty prompt found here! mentions @illdraes and @ivanvukoja briefly. )

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Bones of Transformation: In your muse’s opinion, does love set us free or cage us?

Eccia still believes at her core it sets us free. But she has yet to know the feeling truly though what tastes she’s had of it she never once felt caged. Deceived perhaps but never because of love but more lack there of. Thank you for the ask @ivanvukoja <3

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Inlaid Ivory Comb: What color, length, and texture of hair does your muse find hauntingly irresistible.

Eccia is attracted to long hair hands down. She loves a man with long straight hair well cared for and brushed to lay around their shoulders. She is a sucker for that silky feel and soft thick texture. While she isn’t opposed to short hair she’ll always turn her head to gaze at a man with that irresistibly long hair.She has a thing for blue hair as much as she does for red and white. The blue hair of the Kaldorei or in some cases the Ren’dorei always catches her eyes. But so too does those with deep red hair that remind her of home and the reds of Quel’thelas. And of course white hair is in its own way exotic to her and also holds an edge of danger and curiosity she can’t resist. Thanks for the ask you hauntingly irresistible elf you @illdraes ;) 

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Kaldorei Amphora: Provide the cuisine and beverages included in your muse’s ideal, romantic dinner.

Ideal Fancy romantic dinner: Fresh caught fish of some kind, herb encrusted and served over a bed of rice with greens. A wine to compliment.Ideal Homemade Romantic Dinner: Either a Pasta Dish or a well spiced pot of Chili, Homemade bread rolls, Some tea to compliment the tastes and a home baked desert that’s still warm from the oven to serve after that doesn’t include frosting. Desert is better without frosting always. Thank you for the ask @nesuna-nightwinter - Eccia likes a man that can cook secretly!!!

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Highborne Soul Mirror: How important are a partner’s eyes to your muse and what role do they play in courtship?  

Eccia looks for the truth in anyone she desires to become close too. So I’d say the eyes which are a mirror into ones soul are VERY important. She’s not afraid of eye contact even with friends because she has to learn as much as she must decide if they are worthy of trust. But if she can’t meet a partner’s eyes and feel lost within their depths or feel both their desire for her and their love in their gaze alone then she’d probably have a hard time ever trusting the depths of their feelings. This being said, she will also watch their eyes even when they hold other than her in their gaze because she reads much into a person’s eyes. Sometimes, a little too much perhaps. Thanks for the ask @ivanvukoja <3

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Silver Scroll Case: Share a phrase that would melt your muse’s heart and one that would freeze it.

I’ll give you a twofer because I saw these both and they were too hard to pick one over the other :D Melt:“You are every reason, every hope and every dream I’ve ever had.” “I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”Freeze:“You’ll always be my little Dawn”

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Delicate Music Box: When played, which musical instrument immediately captures your muse’s attention? 

Honestly she’s not well versed with this kind of thing. Though I like to think that something along these lines would catch her attention if she happened to hear it while walking by. And I’ll list in order what she’d probably like best. Note the first isn’t really an instrument alone but the voice would capture her attention right away even if mixed with the rest!

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Carcanet of the Hundred Magi: What personality traits does your muse desire in a partner and which do they despise? 

Confidence in a man is high on her list. She is very attracted to those who are confident in what they do and how they walk in life despite whatever path they walked prior or currently are taking. She also desires a certain level of both passion and compassion. While she doesn’t mind if it is well hidden she needs that in a partner to desire them as she does as she has a knack for finding it or seeing it even in those that keep it well masked.  That being said she also desires those who are more conserved with their emotions. She can appreciate people who don’t wear their emotions on their sleeve so to speak. It’s more desirable to her that it’s something only given or shown when earned. She’s desired for charismatic types in the past just as she’s desired the more closed off and reserved it just depends on the person and how they present it to her honestly. But her biggest thing is trust. If they can prove to being trustworthy to her in more than just personality then that is probably the most important trait of them all for her.As for one she despises… I find it amusing she both despises and desires overly confident men. Just like arrogant ones even. There’s tastefully arrogant and over confidence then there’s that level that she 100% despises. She can’t stand overly flirtatious men nor those that treat her like a damsel in distress or as if she needs a big strong man to care for her. She despises such treatment and instantly is turned off by it. Thank you for the ask @ivanvukoja as well as the same ask from @illdraes and @devsash <3 

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SFW Sunday

Silver Scroll Case: Share a phrase that would melt your muse’s heart and one that would freeze it.

Scandalous Silk Nightgown: Describe your muse’s favorite night-attire and the materials used to craft it.

Inlaid Ivory Comb: What color, length, and texture of hair does your muse find hauntingly irresistible. 

Highborne Soul Mirror: How important are a partner’s eyes to your muse and what role do they play in courtship?  

Kaldorei Wind Chimes: How does your muse differentiate between lust and love?

Wisp Amulet: Provide 3 romantic gifts that would render your muse speechless.

Shattered Glaive: Is physical appearance a factor in your muse’s romantic calculations?  

Delicate Music Box: When played, which musical instrument immediately captures your muse’s attention? 

Kaldorei Amphora: Provide the cuisine and beverages included in your muse’s ideal, romantic dinner.

Umbra Crescent: Does your muse prefer all intimacy to be private or are there acceptable PDAs? 

Bones of Transformation: In your muse’s opinion, does love set us free or cage us?

Green Dragon Ring: How does your muse feel about marriage and does it play a role in their concept of romance? 

Cracked Crystal Vial: What is your muse’s favorite perfume or scent? 

Chest of Tiny Glass Animals: A romantic interest is planning a surprise trip, what place would your muse best be courted and what place would shatter the courtship? 

Carcanet of the Hundred Magi: What personality traits does your muse desire in a partner and which do they despise? 

Highborne Pyxis: Your muse is attending a gala and romance is afoot—what do they wear to capture the attention they desire? 

String of Small Pink Pearls: Your muse is writing a secret-admirer letter; since they cannot use their true name, how do they sign it?

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Period Aesthetics - Eccia Dawnstalker

Rules: bold the aesthetic that applies to your muse.

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.

tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your socks on.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.

dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup. laced clothing. modern architecture.light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks (scars). drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles. candlelight.

( tagged by @illdraes and @ivanvukoja <3 tagging @devsash (For Toranos) @calaglin-iarian @braedensunstorm @unabashedrebel @leileahknight & whoever else would like to do it! )

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((OMG LOOK!!! I love this person so much - another surprise gift art of my favorite brooding duo! They can’t truly smile even if their lives depended on it. I love this thank you so much @illdraes and Kenm you captured her so well with her hair down. ❤️❤️ this means a lot.))

( a piece of @eccia-dawnstalker & illdraes being grim as they normally are - commission done by Kenm07 ! who was an absolute pleasure to work with )

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♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

“You know… I think you look better when you let your hair down.” The Ren’dorei paused brushing her hair out, eyes a bit large and in shock. She turned her gaze to find the familiar masked face of the Kaldorei standing in the wooden doorway with arms crossed. The creases in his eyes and cheekbones hinted he was smirking and clearly back to his wiles at last. “There you are, I went by the shrine and couldn’t find you. You’ve been gone for several days now.” She said as she settled the brush down on the bed next to her. A bed that belonged to the little inn she was staying in within Val’sharah. An inn she and Illdraes had spoken with another at long ago the last time he came to visit the shrine of Ashmane.“Is that why you’ve come here again? Missing my presence back at the house?” He further teased the Ren’dorei as he still showed hints of a smile on his face beneath that familiar mask.With a rolling of her eyes she motioned for him to come inside as she moved a few items of hers off the bed so he could sit with her if he wished. “I know it’s hard for you to believe but just because you’ve lost so much recently doesn’t mean you’ve lost everything. Some of us still care about you, a good deal mind you.” She paused then as she felt him sit down not just on the end of the bed like usual when he joined her but right beside her. This was a bit odd, even for him. He always had respected her space and while he liked to tease he didn’t tease her in this manner, not ever. So when she felt his presence at her side she momentarily tensed.“I know you care, and I thank you for worrying over me. I’m not certain what I’ve done to deserve your kindness, but it is appreciated Eccia.” He said genuinely without a hint of tease in his tone this time. The Ren’dorei’s eyes opened ever wider though more with confusion than anything as she raised her head to look to the side and then up at him. Their shoulders so close they almost touched though he was far taller than her even when merely sitting. She hadn’t expected the look he held in his eyes right then. A look that was far more heartfelt and… intimate in a way than any look he’d given her before. “I’m… I’m just glad you’re alright.” She said struggling to find her words in her momentary shock she was now trying to shake off before she read too much into that gaze and the entire odd situation she was now in. “I meant it when I told you you’re never truly alone.”“I know.” He said calmly and still with that same tone as he slowly reached up and removed his mask from his face revealing it to her as he had done a few rare times before. But why now? He wasn’t eating nor drinking? His eyes searched hers, gazing down at her closely for a long silent moment before his lips parted to speak once more. “You haven’t been sleeping still, have you.” It was more an observation of the truth than it was a question.Slowly, she shook her head implying he was correct. “I tend not to sleep well ever. Let alone with all I’ve got on my mind. But having Na’mu has helped.” She admitted to him honestly. As if the mere mention of sleep was all it took, she suddenly winced as her mouth involuntarily pulled open wide making her reach up to cover it as the yawn forced its way out of her lips. Just as the yawn completed and her shoulders dropped, she felt a finger reach for her hair and slowly drag down gently through her void touched strands.“You should rest, you’ve had alot on your mind lately as well and I’ve not been there for you as you have for me.” He said as she sat there momentarily frozen once more in shock. This was not like him at all, but despite it freaking her out as it should have she couldn’t help but sit there as if afraid to move and in part curious what he might do next. “Your wounds are fresher Illdraes, I don’t expect you to worry over me any.” She tried to say resisting the urge to shake her head. “Time heals all wounds, and as always you gave me that time. Now let me give you something.” He said still ever calm and genuine as he slowly brought his hand up around her shoulder. It wasn’t the first time he’d touched her. Not even the first time he’d embraced her but this was the first time he’d doneso when she wasn’t in a great amount of distress. Again despite how odd it was she was compelled to allow it. Compelled to the point of comfort, a comfort she hadn’t allowed herself in almost a year now. With her eyes slowly closing, she leaned in against his chest for just a moment, her head easily fitting under his own as they just sat there in silence with his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Of all the things she could think to say, she finally asked quietly in time, “Tell me of Ashmane.” She felt the slight tilt of his head as he gazed down at her along his chest. But she swore she could almost feel his smile though she couldn’t see it as he settled back into the bed more and kept his arm around her as he spoke. Time had a funny way about it, truthfully she had meant to listen to every word he said as she always did. But something about that moment, about his arm embracing her, the familiarity of his voice and the warmth of his presence was all it took to lull the Ren’dorei into perhaps her first peaceful sleep she’d had since she’d become a void being. And as he felt her grow heavy in his arm, he’d slowly lower her down into his lap as her hair fell around her face. Roused only partially from the shift of movement she reached out with one hand to grasp his arm while she again gave in to the rest she so badly needed. As if to merely check that he was still there… still real. The last thing she remembered was him saying something softly to her in Darnassian, words she didn’t understand… but she could feel the genuine warmth behind them as she gave in to the haze of rest once more. 

“Illdraes….” The name was half moaned, half slurred but it was enough to wake her. To make her eyes jolt open as she laid there suddenly very awake and very aware that she’d just spoken out in her sleep and thus woke herself up. Some force of nature delighted in making her ever more aware of this as the presence at the foot of her bed suddenly made itself known. Quickly and with face flushed with as much color as it could get she raised her neck and head alone just enough to stare to the foot of her bed where two heads were resting staring back up at her. One big black furry head with white tipped ears and long fangs for teeth. The other a big scaled lizard with eyes whirling with that familiar void energy he too was now made of. The two beasts stared at her with as amused of a look as beasts were capable of giving as they watched her dream in her sleep. Somewhere down the hall, the sound of a pillow suddenly smacking something was heard as was followed with the grumblings of one feline and one lizard who had previously thought themselves rather cute and clever. Her only saving grace… was that neither could tell Illdraes what she had just done.(( I may have had a bit too much fun writing this - As even I have had those awkward dreams where you suddenly become way too intimate with people who are your friends in life. Hell even coworkers. It’s a very confusing and embarrassing feeling to wake too so here you go @illdraes - enjoy seeing how he acts in Eccia’s dreams HAHAHA - and thanks for the prompt. ))

[eccia-dawnstalker]

♜ : Shoulder rubs

It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the gesture, nor was it that she disliked him in particular touching her. It was simply the fact that the Ren’dorei hated being touched period. So when in kind, the large Draenei had oddly attempted to comfort her and ease her with a shoulder rub she instantly reacted with a harsh jerk away from him. “I’m sorry, I just….” She reached up hugging her arms to her as she rubbed her hands down the lengths of her upper arms. “… I don’t like to be touched. It’s, nothing personal.” She tried to reassure him. “I, appreciate the offer.” She tried to put him to ease, still feeling bad that she might have offended him in some way she couldn’t control. But the truth was, it didn’t matter who it was. She didn’t even shake hands when meeting people. Because she knew deep deep down inside there would come a day when she couldn’t resist. And whoever that unlucky soul happened to be, she’d latch onto them and probably not in a good way. But she couldn’t bare the thought of trusting someone that much again, not even if it was merely friend or family.(( Thanks for the prompt @devsash <3 ))

[eccia-dawnstalker]

♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together

It was a far different scenery from what she was used to by far. While it wasn’t the first time she’d seen the sea by any means it was just simply… different this time. But in a good and almost, comforting kind of way. The fire was in full blaze now as the sun cast the last of its rays within the sunset kissed skies. Their bellies already filled with the fish they’d caught from the day’s spoils even if she seemed less keen on fishing with him beyond merely watching. She’d agreed to stay this night, but what she hadn’t accounted for was how incredibly tired spending all day at the seashore within the sun beating down on them would make her. Perhaps it was the comfort a full belly, perhaps it was the company she kept… or perhaps it was just the fact she never well and truly slept. Whatever the case was, she sat there half reclined back along the sands of the shore near the comforting heat of the fire they’d made. Asagi was not too far off still crunching on random fish heads and tails he was gorging on but that sound was in its own way comforting to her oddly enough. A yawn pulled at the corners of her mouth till finally she gave way to widen her lips and suck in the air required to replenish the oxygen in her brain. She then shook her head a bit as she closed her eyes momentarily and simply rested her head on her shoulder. The soft sounds of the crackling fire and the gentle waves of the water washing ashore was all it took to lull her more and more into that restful state she found so rarely these days. But for the first time in ages… she simply looked… comfortable. A soft shifting of the sands next to her roused her as she perked her eyes open to mere slits suddenly as she recognized the familiar bedroll that’d been set down next to her. “Sand’s soft enough, but that might help you keep from a crick in your neck.” The Gilnean said quietly as he sat there next to her. His bike still parked nearby enough it was easy to reach for the bedroll with out disturbing her. “I’m just resting my eyes. Sorry, I guess I’m more tired than I thought I was.” She apologized realizing she might be being rude even if she was entirely tempted to just catch a small nap. The Gilnean didn’t argue with her, but unbeknownst to her it was pulling a small smile to his lips as he watched her eyes already closing on her again.”It’s a good spot to rest, worry not I’ll watch over you if you want to you know, take a nap.” He shrugged playing it off though truthfully he could easily fall asleep himself now that he thought about it. Maybe it was because Asagi was with her that she was able to just trust his watchful eye, or maybe it was Ivan’s promise. Truthfully… she didn’t care right then. She just wanted, needed to rest. Before too long, her head slowly would fight its own way down to rest on the bed roll that’d been set down beside her as the rest of her body laid slowly down and she curled to her side. In but a few moments, she’d given in and slipped away in the comfort of rest she rarely found when she purposefully sought it. Watching her, a warmer smile came to the Gilnean’s lips as the fire danced in his eyes reflection. A reflection that held the odd female in the Saurok Armor he’d come to know more than either had ever bargained for after recent events. His thoughts his own, he simply gazed from her to the waters beyond as the night sky took hold over the bay they were camped out in. He rolled his head back against the log of wood he was sitting against and before he knew it he too was feeling the pull of slumber. A mere half hour later… Asagi was left alone laying there before the fire with his tail wrapped around him. His belly extended from all the fish guts he’d managed to down. His void filled eyes slowly swirling as he watched over the two sleeping bodies of the unlikely pair who were now lulled to sleep far earlier than usual for either of them. And for once, neither seemed plagued with their usual night terrors. He lowered his own head down onto the still warm sands and loosed a breath of hot air as bits of sand blew about in front of his nose. A small pop in the fire was heard but stirred none. In that moment… all was well, all was at peace. Not even the sudden release of gas as the lizard belched could wake the two slumbering venatics. ((If only moments like these came easy for these two, one could dream! haha thanks again for the prompt @ivanvukoja ))

[eccia-dawnstalker]

♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

“Please, allow me.” Ivan said doing his best not to crack a grin at the poor girl. Eccia had thoroughly enjoyed their bike ride, she’d even come prepared this time with her hair tied back in a long braid. But what she hadn’t counted on was for it to actually somehow magically manage to get knotted within her necklace. But there she sat atop his bike struggling to get the damn knot of hair out of the back clasp to the amulet she wore. “I wasn’t aware you liked jewelry.” The red head told her as he stepped up awaiting her permission to aid her. “I don’t” Eccia said stubbornly trying to manage this herself but she couldn’t see it and she couldn’t pull it to the side to see it either without it pulling more of her hair and knotting it worse in the cord that bound it together along her neck. “I just like to be prepared and since last time you drove us through witch territory I wanted to make sure I had some form or aid.” She pointed out frustrated with the tangle now. “Ah so this is merely part of your elaborate witch hunting kit you always carry with you then?” He asked still watching her patiently as he could see she was only making it worse. She finally frustratingly grunted and reached for one of her wrist sheaths as she drew a blade. Fully intent on cutting it out Ivan’s eyes went wide as he reached out then inches from touching her. “Stop!” He cried making her stop and stare at him out the corner of her eyes narrowly and confused. He blinked at her hair then to then back to her hair and shook his head. “Sorry, just, please let me help. You don’t have to cut it out, you’d only cut half your ponytail in the process.” He pointed out which made her twitch as she eyed him. “It will grow back Ivan.” She pointed out to him.“I know, but it seems silly when I can help you and I hate to see you ruin your hair like that.” He pointed out to her. With a frown, she must have finally agreed as the stubborn Ren’dorei turned her head away and finally said with a flat and frustrated tone… “Fine, do it.” She put the knife back within her wrist sheath. Ivan sighed a breath of relief as he closed the distance and gently took ahold of her hair in his hand. “Thank you, I’ll try not to hurt you.” He said reassuringly. She didn't’ respond, simply waited as he worked on getting out the knot from her cord around her neck. With a few patient tugs in the right direction he finally managed to pull it out mostly free of ruining her hair or the cord at all. He then gently adjusted the cord on her neck so it would lay right again and keep from getting caught in her hair on the way back home. “There you are, much better yes?” Eccia reached back and pulled her long braid over her shoulder as she looked up at him. “Thank you.” She said quietly, choosing not to think too much on it. When he merely nodded and backed away then he earned some sort of silent brownie points. As much as she didn’t mind his presence so near, she also feared it in her own way and for her own reasons. But it wasn’t because of anything he’d done so she’d learned to be patient and not act so guarded around him. Just as he’d learned how to approach her with less chance of her reacting in a negative way. It was a small step in understanding one another… but at least today he’d saved her from chopping off half her ponytail. ((Thanks for the prompt again @ivanvukoja ))