Post by Trinea on Oct 10, 2010 9:28:02 GMT -5
((Bit of a peek into Veladrys 
Censored for potentially young/virgin/generally sensitive eyes, because Veladrys has a dirty, dirty mouth... well, pen, in this case actually.))
I'm sick of all this bull**** my brother keeps spewing at me about neutrality and working together with the Alliance. It's ****ing stupid. If he'd been there when Lordaeron fell, if he hadn't been some mindless ****ing zombie, he'd know what Katie and I went through. Hell, even Katie had it easy. At least they just sent her off with our uncle Alexey. No, I got shoved off with Kael'thas.
Not only that, but I had that ***hole Garithos breathing down my neck every ****ing second of the day. Jeez! For Light's sake, just cause my ears were bigger than his. Whatever. Dumb ****'s dead now. Good riddance.
I got into this argument with Erier the other day about... some stupid ****. She said I was contradicting myself by saying I can't stand humans, but I think they're strong and determined, or something like that. I can't remember what exactly I said. And it's true, I do think Humans are pretty damn strong, but that doesn't mean I ****ing like them! Sure, they're not weak-spirited or weak-bodied, but they have pathetically short-sighted minds, and extremely manipulative wills. I should know, I lived with 'em till I was seventeen.
Truth be told? I hate them now. I love my mom, sure, but her people are awful. And I'm sick and tired of Mal'valen wanting me to get along with the Alliance or whatever **** he's been preaching. Not to mention he's been doing it more lately...
Veladrys growled softly and set his pen down as he thought a bit. "He's hiding something from me..." he muttered, glaring down at his journal. "That weird Elf... he's not what he's claiming to be." The Death Knight folded his hands together and rested his elbows on the desk as he thought. "I'm not as stupid as everyone seems to think..."
He sighed and rubbed his forehead after a moment, slumping in his chair. The Light Veladrys had been infused with the day before by Revelin had now fully drained from him, leaving the half-Elf with cold, ashen skin, blue glowing eyes, and the ability only to cause suffering with his powers. The time during which the Light dissipated, not to mention all the running around he did to tend to his infant twins, left him physically exhausted and mentally drained.
A few moments of gathering his thoughts, and the Death Knight finally picked up his pen once more, twirling it about in his hand before he began to write again.
There's a strange feeling I get from that guy, the one Mal's been seeing. He's got a funny accent, but that just might be because he was on Draenor too long. Glad I managed to escape from Kael'thas. I think I'd rather be what I am now than Fel-tainted. At least Revelin can fix me up temporarily from being undead.
The accent isn't the only thing though. He's got odd mannerisms, and there's this feeling I get when I'm around him that justdoesn't feel gives me
He paused and scribbled out part of the sentence, growling in frustration as he tried to put the sensation into words.
He's got odd mannerisms, and there's this feeling I get when I'm around himthat just doesn't feel gives me that's even warmer and more inviting than my own husband's Light. It's extremely unnerving and...
Veladrys' eyes widened as he read what he wrote, then covered his face with his hand. Unfortunately, he covered his face with the hand that held his quill, and so he ended up smearing ink on his face. "What's wrong with me..." he murmured, furrowing his brow. "No... no no no. This is just one of life's tests, right? There's always temptation out there," he reassured himself. "I love Revelin, there's no doubt about that."
"I'm so glad to hear that." The Death Knight's shorter-than-average (for a Sin'dorei, at least) ears twitched slightly at the sound of the voice, and he turned around to face Revelin, who smiled at him sleepily.
Veladrys sighed, closed his journal, then stood and walked over to the Paladin, who wiped the ink from his face with a soft cloth from his dressing gown pocket. "Come to bed?" Revelin asked. "You look wiped out."
The Death Knight sighed and nodded, then reached out and hugged Revelin tightly. Not only was he not going to leave his husband to pursue what basically amounted to eye candy (albeit a slightly altered form of eye candy, considering it was the Mage's... Mage's Light? ... okay, Mage's Light that drew him), but he would reflect on all of the joys he had with Revelin and work to expose Aomaho for what he really was... whatever that may be.
Veladrys eventually released Revelin and smiled at him lovingly. The two of them looked at each other for a moment, just enjoying one another's gaze, then headed back to the bedroom to rest up for another busy day of baby maintenance.
Censored for potentially young/virgin/generally sensitive eyes, because Veladrys has a dirty, dirty mouth... well, pen, in this case actually.))I'm sick of all this bull**** my brother keeps spewing at me about neutrality and working together with the Alliance. It's ****ing stupid. If he'd been there when Lordaeron fell, if he hadn't been some mindless ****ing zombie, he'd know what Katie and I went through. Hell, even Katie had it easy. At least they just sent her off with our uncle Alexey. No, I got shoved off with Kael'thas.
Not only that, but I had that ***hole Garithos breathing down my neck every ****ing second of the day. Jeez! For Light's sake, just cause my ears were bigger than his. Whatever. Dumb ****'s dead now. Good riddance.
I got into this argument with Erier the other day about... some stupid ****. She said I was contradicting myself by saying I can't stand humans, but I think they're strong and determined, or something like that. I can't remember what exactly I said. And it's true, I do think Humans are pretty damn strong, but that doesn't mean I ****ing like them! Sure, they're not weak-spirited or weak-bodied, but they have pathetically short-sighted minds, and extremely manipulative wills. I should know, I lived with 'em till I was seventeen.
Truth be told? I hate them now. I love my mom, sure, but her people are awful. And I'm sick and tired of Mal'valen wanting me to get along with the Alliance or whatever **** he's been preaching. Not to mention he's been doing it more lately...
Veladrys growled softly and set his pen down as he thought a bit. "He's hiding something from me..." he muttered, glaring down at his journal. "That weird Elf... he's not what he's claiming to be." The Death Knight folded his hands together and rested his elbows on the desk as he thought. "I'm not as stupid as everyone seems to think..."
He sighed and rubbed his forehead after a moment, slumping in his chair. The Light Veladrys had been infused with the day before by Revelin had now fully drained from him, leaving the half-Elf with cold, ashen skin, blue glowing eyes, and the ability only to cause suffering with his powers. The time during which the Light dissipated, not to mention all the running around he did to tend to his infant twins, left him physically exhausted and mentally drained.
A few moments of gathering his thoughts, and the Death Knight finally picked up his pen once more, twirling it about in his hand before he began to write again.
There's a strange feeling I get from that guy, the one Mal's been seeing. He's got a funny accent, but that just might be because he was on Draenor too long. Glad I managed to escape from Kael'thas. I think I'd rather be what I am now than Fel-tainted. At least Revelin can fix me up temporarily from being undead.
The accent isn't the only thing though. He's got odd mannerisms, and there's this feeling I get when I'm around him that just
He paused and scribbled out part of the sentence, growling in frustration as he tried to put the sensation into words.
He's got odd mannerisms, and there's this feeling I get when I'm around him
Veladrys' eyes widened as he read what he wrote, then covered his face with his hand. Unfortunately, he covered his face with the hand that held his quill, and so he ended up smearing ink on his face. "What's wrong with me..." he murmured, furrowing his brow. "No... no no no. This is just one of life's tests, right? There's always temptation out there," he reassured himself. "I love Revelin, there's no doubt about that."
"I'm so glad to hear that." The Death Knight's shorter-than-average (for a Sin'dorei, at least) ears twitched slightly at the sound of the voice, and he turned around to face Revelin, who smiled at him sleepily.
Veladrys sighed, closed his journal, then stood and walked over to the Paladin, who wiped the ink from his face with a soft cloth from his dressing gown pocket. "Come to bed?" Revelin asked. "You look wiped out."
The Death Knight sighed and nodded, then reached out and hugged Revelin tightly. Not only was he not going to leave his husband to pursue what basically amounted to eye candy (albeit a slightly altered form of eye candy, considering it was the Mage's... Mage's Light? ... okay, Mage's Light that drew him), but he would reflect on all of the joys he had with Revelin and work to expose Aomaho for what he really was... whatever that may be.
Veladrys eventually released Revelin and smiled at him lovingly. The two of them looked at each other for a moment, just enjoying one another's gaze, then headed back to the bedroom to rest up for another busy day of baby maintenance.
