#[Jago Salvaris]

[valerie-shadebrook]

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  “No man knows how to make me regret like you... still I forgive you. I know that’s the only way I can exist. Those letters, written in tandem, where hard truths were finally confessed... then silence. I knew, there was the possibility. Each time I let the courier leave with my most private thoughts, I knew I may not hear back. That I would send one and it would be over. As quickly as it began, that connection, the honesty... everything you are, would fade again when you pulled away.”

  “I wasn’t surprised, I was braced and expectant. Still it stings. Leaves me back into the spaces, wondering what about me you keep finding wanting. How am I so easy to ignore, to forget. I have learned however, I can’t be angry anymore. It’s just who you are. Afraid.” 

  “War is coming. I keep hearing them talk about it, the Port filled with bodies from a rather unsuccessful attempt to reclaim the former Lordaeron capital. You’re a soldier, marching to the beat of the drums of war. I wonder if I’ll ever see you again. One of these wars will be your last Jago, I just hope which ever it is at the end of all things, you look back at your life and find your choices... comfortable.” 

  “I’m out of thoughts for you now. Out of laments and what would have beens. I will always be both more and less because of you but I can’t let the fact of it haunt me as well as you do. I meant every word I wrote to you. I wish I could stop doubting the sincerity of those you wrote back.”

 @iron-and-flesh

[iron-and-flesh]

Valerie,

     I shan't lie, a part of me did not expect a response to my letter, let alone to be graced with such a reply. It surprised me enough that I walked away mid-training session to read it, much to the bafflement of the others there.

Worry. That is a word I don't often hear these days, at least not in reference to myself that is. I may not seem like a man that requires such things, but I shall admit to your eyes only that at times I do miss it. To have something...someone to come home to, to worry after me, well, that is a soldiers dream.

Pain I find, especially that of the heart, makes the days stretch beyond measure, but it is that time and pain that allows us to grow strong and heal from such things if we allow it to, and of course as you said,"There are lessons we learn in life through luck and those we learn through pain."

I don't find that question to be odd at all, believe it or not but I get asked that almost as much as I get asked if I’m real or a statue. 

The girl I remember from then, I..I admit that I do not remember her fully. Afterwards, when I walked away I lost myself and that only became worse as the days turned into weeks and beyond. As Reinhardt closed its doors and dismissed those in its ranks, the work that I had chosen to hide in no longer existed and I.. Apologies, these are words meant for another time perhaps, not a letter that will surely turn into a small novel should I continue

. The point was that I know time changes all, but there are parts that I remember. The depth of your brown eyes, the sharpness of your wit, the smell of your perfume, the taste of your lips, your duty to style and how I must have been the largest burden upon such a thing. It is not an easy thing to dress me up, but you always succeed.

<There is a shift in the color of the ink showing a break or a changing of location had happened>

It eases my heart to know that you hold no ill feelings towards me, even more so to hear you use such words to describe me. I would be more than happy to continue such correspondence to help bridge the gap between then and now, perhaps even to where I could look upon your face with my own eyes again and we could once again share philosophical words back behind the Cathedral. A soldier can dream, no?

Forever, Jago

                 (( @valerie-shadebrook ))

[koraceyn-harper-blog]

Character Info!

the basics ––

NAME: Koraceyn Harper

AGE: 26

BIRTHDAY: September 7th

RACE: Human

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single

physical appearance ––

HAIR: Fire red

EYES: Emerald Green

HEIGHT: 5′4″

BUILD: Lean.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Light scarring on the abdomen and back.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: A golden necklace inlaid with lionseye gems.

personal ––

PROFESSION: Hunter 

HOBBIES: Fashion (limited), Mercantilism.

LANGUAGES: Common

RESIDENCE: Rosewood Isles

BIRTHPLACE: Stormwind

RELIGION: Light.

PATRON DEITY: Unsure.

FEARS: Loss, Magic, Most otherworldly creatures.

relationships ––

SPOUSE: None

CHILDREN: None

PARENTS: James Harper and Holly Flynt

SIBLINGS: None

OTHER RELATIVES: Distant

ACQUAINTANCES: A great many FRIENDS: The Countess Miersae, Lord Marshal Danvers Caerow, Seneschal Jago Salvaris, The Rangers, Others under the House’s employ, Gaves Hillvack, Cherry Crawford.

PETS: Summer, a wolf

traits ––

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

[valerie-shadebrook]

  Sitting down at the large oak desk, Valerie stared at the sheet of finely made stationary baring her families crest. There was a moment of hesitation before finally ink was put to paper. A well paid courier should be able to find the Knight in due time.

    Jago,   I thank you, gratefully, for taking the time to write. It was kind and thoughtful of you. There is no reason for you to apologize. The past had been left where it lay and it was reasonable. Though I was surprised to hear from you, it was also a pleasant surprise. I have always worried for you. You’re not a man who requires it, I know, but you are a man who deserves it. Someone, to worry for you. You go away and anyone who leaves should have someone hoping they return.   The days have gone by slowly, since the funeral. Only a handful and they feel like years. Perhaps it’s allowed me distance and ability to now reply to your thoughtful message. I don’t believe I’ll ever be able to forget you. I can’t claim to have tried very diligently. It’s served me well to remember. Not only you, but who I was as well. There are lessons we learn in life through luck and those we learn through pain. I think the latter are more valuable for it.   Someone asked me the other day, why I am, the way I am. An odd question perhaps to you, if in your memory you remember a girl who doesn’t exist anymore. Life has quieted many grand thoughts I once had. Humbled, perhaps. If you promise to not laugh at the thought. I was asked, in any event, and my reply was simply... that once I had fallen in love.    Too many stories start that way, so many of them end sad. I fell in love with love. With the idea of love and the need to be loved. I used you for this. You became the focus of all the girlish dreams a young woman was taught to need. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. It left you trapped in an awkward place and for that, I am sorry. Know that I never meant to lose myself. I simply didn’t know how else to be. I have learned since, I have adapted.    I hope you’re well. You’re a man of sacrifice and flagellation so no doubt ‘well’ comes in degrees. You are also wise and noble and one can hardly go wrong with such traits. Whatever point in your life you are, I hope you’re happy... or contentish. I know how evasive happiness can be. How much easier it is to be haunted. I hold no ill feelings toward you. Only good ones. Only memories from behind rose glass and the flutter of what a silly girl thought life was supposed to be.    How are you though? That’s truly what I wish to know. Filling this parchment with myself as though I could find an interesting nugget. If you feel up to a reply... perhaps letters could gap some of the space between the past and the present. If you aren’t, of course, it’s understandable. In either case, may the Light bless you and may the Shadows protect you, now and always.     Fondly,    Valerie

 -- @iron-and-flesh --

[valerie-shadebrook]

Jago, 

  I find myself chuckling a bit at your expense. The fact the thought to inquire about personal issues after only recounting to me the memory of my lips-- I admit it strikes me as very amusing. A man of single sight you are. That aside I can assure you, I’m not married. I haven’t had thoughts regarding such a thing since... well since you. Nor have I had thoughts of relationships in general. I learned a lot back then. That I open up too quickly. That I fall to hard. Of course then I had a brother, trained and poised to become Duke and a strong, well father residing handily over my life. I had time, I had the fancy to dream about those sorts of little girl dreams. 

  Now I have neither, and a Duchy filled with good, strong, hard-working people. There is a lumber industry I have to learn, of course farming communities that need to know their crop expectations. There’s horses to be bred for soldiers who need to trained. Merchants to be taxed, schools to be funded-- and should I endeavour the thought of romance, well. I find it’s been a slow moving creature. Or perhaps I’m just a colder one.

  Regarding the layers of your armor and what lays beneath, I think you know very well I wouldn't have runaway. I think that is really the reason you chose to do so yourself. Forgive me if I speak out of turn, Jago, but I’ve had a long time to reflect, to try to understand. To build my own walls higher and to wonder what caused the first set to come crashing down. It wasn’t your fear of my reaction, it was your fear, period. I had faced many scars unflinchingly and in the end, I think... you walked away, unable to stand in front of someone who accepted you as you are, instead of the monster, the enigma you longed to remain.

  I hated you for that, for a long time. For letting me love you and then leaving when you didn’t want to love me back. I don’t say this to wound you, of course. It was another time and I have long since forgiven you for it. I had to really. There was no other option. I understand now that I gave you all of myself and you didn’t yet have all of yourself, to give. That’s not your fault and I don’t harbor the anger it once caused. I got over zealous at the progress, I began to forget the pace. I lost myself in you and you in the process. Perhaps it’s just the unpleasant side effect of two flawed creatures clinging to each other.

  Perhaps that wasn’t quite what you wished to hear but, I thought perhaps in ink we could grow a bit bold. I worry that if I were to stand before you, in person your eyes would steal my words. For that I hope you pardon them, giving them life via pen if only to get them out of my mind and allow them to the universe finally. 

  That brings me to the question, what of you? What gorgeous creature adorns your plated arm these days? Not to sound boastful but I think I recall you favor dark hair. Someone classy and elegant, who can still put up with the brutish nature of a soldier. Perhaps even keep up with you at times? A man such as you doesn’t need to look far for someone willing and lovely. That said I do wish you well. I like to think of you happy. That slight smirk allowed, even if hidden behind the mask of a helm. 

  Fondly,    Valerie

 - @iron-and-flesh -

[valerie-shadebrook]

★ - Jago

I’ll bold what applies to your muse.

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you / I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you /  You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else

  @iron-and-flesh

[valerie-shadebrook]

⚡️ - Statue in shining armor

Send me a ⚡️:  

My muses first impression of your muse:    When they first met, he was very much a Knight. Valerie found him a man full of quiet ideas. She didn’t know he was known for being a statue, for being hidden. Meeting him outside the others who knew him, he was thoughtful, introspective, conversation of even deep topics were easy enough to have. They spoke abstractly, easily. She found him fascinating and warm. It was happenstance that put them allied with the same House and where she learned the version she knew wasn’t public knowledge. 

My favorite thing about your muse:      His duality. He’s tormented by hopeful. Serving duty and honor but with his own flaws and fears. He’s very guarded and it was very interesting working through long hours of organic RP, to peel back the layers. Nothing was rushed, it all happened in it’s own time. 

Would I ever consider shipping our muses:    *looks at the camera like in the Office*

A plot I’d like to see between our muses:    A twist of fate that pits them against each other in the same problem to be solved. Trapped or lost, and fighting for survival together, while having to learn who they were again, not only to each other but too themselves. Very... Romancing the Stone

An AU I think would be interesting for our muses:    If this isn’t the spot for the classic fairytale plot of a Princess in need of a brave Prince, I don’t know what is.

 @iron-and-flesh

[valerie-shadebrook]

  You Silly Plated Man,

  I honestly don’t know how I’d endure poetry from you. The thought so ricochettes in the mind as an illogical impossibility. I will admit a pride and more over a gratefulness that you have allowed me this look at you. Through your written words and honest feelings it's almost as if I’ve been able to reclaim some pieces of myself as well. Perhaps it’s what we always needed. A mending. A purge. To shed in someway the weight or the words. It’s done as much for me as you, I wager. 

  Though I am also glad it came after the anger and the hurt. From this place of introspection I feel far more ready to be honest because I know my words come from a place that means well. Not to harm.

  Your analogy is fitting and apt. You’re right of course, it’s a worry I must have-- for the people of Direwood. Still, I know too that they are capable and they are living their lives according to patterns and habits long established with or without me they would thrive as is their way. It’s nice, honestly. To make myself a lesser feature in the whole system. One of the many gears instead of a gear of note. That without me progress would still be made and with me, perhaps it will aid if only a bit.

  I’m stuck now wondering about this new, open, honest Jago. This open book bound in metal. Do you dance through fields of wildflowers? Attend poetry nights in Darnassus? Tell me, do you find yourself donning flowy shirts and on bended knee lament to the moon of it’s untouchable beauty? If you don’t, but begin to feel the urge I would be very interested in that information. For completely non-mocking related purposes. Of course. 

  I’ll admit some shock that you’ve not, shall I delicately put, at least tasted of many fruits? I learned a long time ago a man is a man, nonetheless. But then again, you were always a beast in other ways. On the battlefield, in conviction. In duty and honor you were ferocious. In the right from the wrong. The work before the play. That’s of course not to say you didn’t take play seriously. Mentions of sparring and sweat from previous letters spring to mind. I blame that on mentions of late night bathing in cool lakes, no doubt hidden away from prying eyes. 

  Once I dressed you up in a suit and lost you in the softness of that fabric. You function best wrapped in metal, hidden behind plate. In a suit you felt smaller, invisible. You weren’t a statue but a man and I dripped in gold and thought perhaps it would be enough to offer you confidence. The pride on me. The presumption. I wanted to be as good as a sword in your hand when I was on your arm but I never paused, not a single second to ask you what you wanted in that way. What you needed. So I tore you out of armor and put you in satin and watched you shrink. It’s a great regret of mine... that night, that mountain top.

  There is no more shoppe. When my father got sick, I tried to keep it open by hiring help but at the end of the day, it was other people, doing their work and no longer the dream I had. I went home, to be with my father, to be in my father’s house. I let it go. I had to. It was the only responsible thing to do. Now, there’s no time to sew dresses, to even design them. The shoppe was the passion project of a girl who had all the time in the world. I’m a Duchess with little of it. Perhaps one day, but I dont hold on to much hope. 

  I still try to take pictures of lovely things. I find inspiration everywhere and try to capture it. It becomes a pile of what I may have done but I can’t seem to help myself from from the habit. It’s bittersweet. 

  So much in life is. However that can change. I didn’t quite realize that until recently, that the bitterness can fade if you put effort into it. I’ve found it true with these letters though. With the memory of you. It shifts to something sweeter, with every letter, every confession. I think of you and my smile is more content than sad and it’s a blessing I gladly take. 

  Thank you for my smirk. I greedily request another. 

    Yours,         Valerie

  @iron-and-flesh

[valerie-shadebrook]

...What were Val's thoughts of the bidding process, and did anything surprise her? Was she happy that Cordelia won? And was she disappointed that she won't get to dance with her.

  It was quite an event. She had never seen so many people in one place in Stormwind. Folks of all sorts gathered on benches and off to the fridges. It made her stomach flutter with a touch of anxiety to get up before them all and for her company to be bid on for the Ball the following weekend. Each time Meirsae didn’t say her name a slight wave of relief washed over her. 

  Inevitably however, it was her turn to come up and stand before them. She and Jago hadn’t specifically discussed his goal to be the winning bid so hearing his voice pipe up among the crowd caused her a slight glance over her shoulder and a grin to the darkly armored man. The bids went as the others had. The money growing far too large in quality and far too quickly. It was flattering as strangers she hadn’t met pulled her gaze with generous offers. She stood still, as an exhibit on display at a museum, unsure if she should smile or move or perhaps manifest a top hat and do a little tapdance. It was mostly a blur until Torel Morningstar stood from his seat in the back, her sight shifting to the handsome man just as the bid was voiced. She smirked to herself, nodding at the gentleman for his impish offer. If it was in earnest attempt to win or simply to bolster the total earned she didn’t know. 

  Then she appeared as if an apparition. Don in midnight and silver under the shadow of the lattice. Her voice was gentle but with a surety. She didn’t have to yell, her words firm and holding an odd absolution. A worthy opponent for the Seneschal as their war began in earnest after her first offer. They went back and forth with a tenacity she could only understand from one side. It was the woman that caused confusion. They had never met, to Val’s recollection and yet the money being offered with her each calmly delivered command grew. Even in those brief moments the mystery was fascinating. She outmatched and outbid Jago and though it was amusing, she worried that the loss may dent the stoic Knight’s pride.

  The confusion didn’t quite end even after she clarified the donation was made for Knight Salvaris himself and that the Lady Holt didn’t intend on being Val’s escort to the Ball. It was a kind gesture, in truth. The gold offered would do much good for the community. Though Val couldn’t help but consider that the bid wouldn’t have gone beyond Jago’s reach had she not been there to counter it. Still, all for a good cause. No doubt the man was relieved. 

 However the night was soon to close on the event and the frivolity of the evening. There were very few answers given by Lady Holt but there were sorrows in her eyes Val had seen before. The trail unraveled slowly and with keywords. Though Val kept a smile softly gracing her lips there was a turmoil running through her mind. Arranged marriages were more common when the lands of the Alliance were being settled. The union of people made by parents or guardians to create forced connections between lands for trade, for goods, for power or gold. It was barbaric, in Val’s personal opinion. Using humans as pieces on a chessboard for conquest. The thought of how Baron La’Vaye’s side businesses so horrify many and yet the nobility were accustomed and nary bat an eye at forced slavery, the selling of young girls to confused boys for the sake of gold in the family’s coffers. 

  She had watched it in Gilneas, when the farms around the City were being settled by richer families. Her friends, all girls of tender age, promised to boys… sometimes men, for the sake of a name. She had held them as they wept and watched their lives become forfeit, a tradeable commodity and nothing more. She had tried to offer comfort as her friends watched their dreams shatter, all that they wished in life taken away. It was however never refused. It was expected. It was duty. The payment, many felt, for pretty dresses and enough food to eat. For sparkling gems and large warm homes. It was a debt owed to your father and she had stood in these heavy ceremonies and though the bride was dressed in white, the whole occasion would look better in black.

  Bitterly Val found herself all the more thankful for Jago at her side. Not just for the kind, good man he was but that she was allowed him. She recalled when permission was asked of her brother Ian, the man brightened so happily to give his blessing to the little sister he adores. To see her happy and to know she had chosen a man to at least, get to know in earnest was all he wished for. She was lucky.  Lord Kilmaster, her father, had never fallen prey to the greed that wraps a man’s heart. He had no desire to sell his children for any amount of gold. Though there was a joke, that Val should marry her father’s close friend’s son, that was never more than two proud fathers believing their children to be the most lovely. It would never come to be when the boy, sweet as he was, fell in the night of Curses. Now, Greystone Castle stood as a fortress against the sea and the Kilmaster children, were encouraged to find love and to be happy. Politics played no part. 

  Her good fortune caused the ache in her heart for Lady Holt all the more. She wished a dress and they had plans to speak of it more over wine and cupcakes the following day. Val both looked forward to and dreaded the meeting. She could hear the funeral durge playing in the others heart and the desperation for at least something perfect to wear down that long aisle. Val would of course endeavour to see a gown crafted that could perhaps inspire a slight bit of happiness. Though it felt more as though it would be for the woman’s last days. 

  A dress and a dance. It was the least she could do. Though the thought still haunted that… it was the very least she could do. 

~ Mentions: @cordeliaeresholt ~@iankilmaster ~ @iron-and-flesh ~ @madame-miersae ~ @renlavaye ~ @house-reinhardt ~ @house-morningstar ~ 

[valerie-shadebrook]

💭 - For your ex-Knight

My characters thoughts on yours:  

  The whole exercise may have been leading up to this. The one name that pulled the breath from her lungs and caused her lashes to flutter under the threat of tears. An experiment in cruelty, or a twisted joke. Just reading his name made her heartache, remembering all the times she said it in affectionate whispers. In this moment she was without. Without words, without thought. She was lost in sorrow. Silent, as she stared at the neatly written letters, how they shimmered and swirled. Each one feeling like a small stab to her chest. 

  She had spoken to no one of her pain, she smiled and shook her head against inquiry and she kept to herself or to her shop, on whole, preferring work over leisure where the mind could wander. It was a failure, to her. To have loved and then lost such a man as him. She had misstepped, made a mistake… she had been wrong in some way and she had failed him and herself. She was ashamed. 

  “I love him.” 

      {| @iron-and-flesh |}

[valerie-shadebrook]

Are you and Jago officially an item?

  The Princess titled her head gently, a curious peer into the darkness searching for the source of the voice. With a quiet sigh she gave up and just shook her head. “You must not be up on your current social events the little shadow.” The woman chuckled. “But yes. Knight Salvaris has asked to Court me and with my brother, the Duke of Greystone, Lord Kilmaster’s blessing we have begun a Courtship. Honestly I thought everyone knew that by now.”

    {| @iron-and-flesh - @iankilmaster |}

[valerie-shadebrook]

★

Send me a ★ and I’ll bold what applies to your muse.

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you/ I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /

  {| @iron-and-flesh |}

[valerie-shadebrook]

💬

In three words.

                   ~ Honorable ~ Handsome ~ Heart ~

 {| @iron-and-flesh |}

[valerie-shadebrook]

Sexy picture prompt:

  Perhaps fate had saved the best for last… or maybe it was just accidently poetic. She didn’t realize how firmly her teeth had sunk into her bottom lip until the twinge of pain began to raise a heat in her flesh. She didn’t mind however, the poor flesh regularly abused in the name of Salvaris. Though she didn’t check there was no doubt her cheeks were pink. “May all the gods in all the worlds have mercy on me because this man certainly won’t.” She sighed, a most wistful sound as she began to absently fan herself with the magazine in her hand and just stare. Who knows how long, or how many moments ticked by as she gazed at all aspects of the image before her. Finally the word fluttered past lips in a whimper. “... gracious.” 

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[valerie-shadebrook]

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A gif showing my muses feelings toward yours:

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[iron-and-flesh]

     Valerie,

     If you find yourself laughing at my expense that is quite alright, the sound of your laughter, as I recall was always one to raise ones heart no matter how low it was. As a soldier you're taught to be situationally aware at all times, yet also to be able to focus solely on what you want and need to do. So now that I know the situation, I am free to focus intently upon..well. It seemed that we both learned a lot back then, though for myself it would seem many of them sat upon the opposite side of the bench from your own.

   Power, death and responsibility makes one grow hard to that which would break us down. so I offer you this advice, my dearest Valerie, do not fully close yourself off from such things, do not make the same mistakes I made, fore in the end all it will do is bring you pain and makes you realize that you've lost the one you love. Or the chance at happiness. That is the one thing that I wish for you above all else, is to be happy and smile again...and I mean truly smile. None of that Noble smile nonsense. A genuine, melt my heart and make your cheeks hurt kind of smile.

   This analogy may not make the best of sense, but perhaps you can still glean a bit of advice from it. I imagine a Duchy to run much like a a military barracks, many different parts all moving and relying on one another..its like a beautiful chaotic dance. Yet at its core, those that live, breath, work and bleed within it are all creatures of habit, they know what is expected of them and the routine of such is what keeps it going, keeps the wheels turning. So until you are able to learn all there is to learn, just keep the wheels turning and it will all fall into place for you..and I've no doubt you'll have an earful of advisers and their like giving you far better advice than I. That is why I know your lands, businesses and people are in capable hands; you've a sharp and creative mind, Valerie..and It should serve you well in the years to come.

   Your words seem to echo my own thoughts and a similar revelation I had the other evening. Often as of late after the night-training drills, I take a swim in a lake a few miles away from here, and there as I float in the dark waters basked in the light of the moon it struck me that I haven opened up more to you through these letters than I ever have anyone else, including yourself while in person. I don't know if it is the separation that causes the ease, the lack of proximity to your intoxicating presence. Perhaps I have grown as a person, or perhaps I’m just delusional from two many blows to the head in war. Either way, you needent ask for pardon or apologize for speaking your mind...fore that I will never fault you for that, especially when such words ring true.

   While your recollection that I favor dark hair is quite correct, I am afraid I must disappoint you yet again on everything else. No gorgeous creature has adorned my plated arm since you were last upon it. I did not make the time, nor did I want another after you, though I am sure there are those out there that secretly wish I would turn my gaze upon them. No, after you my heart would not allow another to even look at it, it encased itself in armor thicker than my own, and drown itself in blood, sweat and war to avoid the truth.

   I sound like a greenhorn spilling my feelings out upon parchment like some love lost pup. If you're not careful I'll start writing you poetry like some fancy to-do Knight who thinks far too highly of himself. I wonder, despite all your new responsibilities, do you still run your dress shop in Stormwind? still bringing beauty and color to its drab streets? I admit I’ve not been back to the city since my dismissal from the services of Lady Reinhardt, so I’ve not had the chance to check for myself.

I'll give a smirk behind my helm, just for you tonight.

Forever, Jago

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