#Janyice

[thefuckingsun]

It’s @janyice !

[janyice]

Nightlight

Her training had been going on for close to two weeks now.  Her head was splitting with a headache after taking a shot to the temple with a staff in the morning. It was still ringing, and the student had been admonished for the strike.  Janyice kept her calm and was able to finish the match but had to call it an early day.  The healers were able to help heal the small crack in her skull afterwards but the ringing wasn’t going away.  Her mind returned to that mornings words from the master. 

“You must forget that what you think of as easy is never actually as such.  The time for action only comes when one is truly sure that the strike is ready to finish the job.”  Pan-Diao mused and smiled.  He pointed at a scroll on a wall nearby.  “You see this scroll?  This was passed down by generations of monks and warriors that trained in these halls.  It tells the tale of those that came here before you and the path they took.  You may yet still have a place upon this scroll, but remember that you must earn it.  And right now, you can’t even block a kick to your side because  you lack FOCUS”   The words, even in a memory made her wince.  She rubbed at the side of her head again, trying to make sure the swelling didn’t get out of control before bed time again.  Her hand was still a bit sore and the last pair of splinters had been removed a few moments earlier.  It wasn’t simple, but her soft exhale told her more than it would have in the past.  This wasn’t bad, it was actually doing some good.  Her master told her to think before she acted, to make sure that the rage was focused, not just ‘willy-nilly’ like it was right now.  

Her face twisted a bit and she shrugged it off.  Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to just take the next step and get better so she wouldn’t have to get hit so many times with that infernal staff of his.  She lifted herself from the small writing desk, and half finished set of notes and letters strewn across her table as she blew out the candle and move to her bed.  Another day tomorrow, and she was determined not to have to take another shot like todays.

[commanderbragh]

Write Up

Braghaman made his way back to his desk and sat down, looking at the papers that were spread over it. Taking a moment to straighten them into a stack, the paladin got out a clean sheet and his pencil. Leaning forward, he hovered over the paper, collecting his thoughts before he started writing. 

“Hopefully this will work,” the paladin muttered to himself. “Assuming that Daci and Dolraan don’t throw something at me first.”

[lycandrias-journal]

Lycandria’s Journal: Entry - The Lingering Power of a Kiss

Finally, she's gone... It was time for my bath, overdue in fact. I mean... Janyice has always been nice to me, and I can tell she really likes the way I look, but I feel awkward about everything and I'm not sure what to do about it.

Three times now... three times she's kissed me, or was it four?... My goodness, now I'm losing count... I must admit her lips are nice, something between soft and rugged. They have a nice taste, and I can always feel the confidence in them as they meet mine. It's almost enchanting, but I still feel... confused by it.

I feel bad about Maralina. I can't imagine being married and then your lover just seemingly falls off the face of your world. Even with the men I've had to carry on from, I've never been to that point of saying 'I do'. Certainly doesn't mean I didn't want that, and lately with Doran I... I think I'm happy we didn't, even though I fear a part of me still loves him dearly... That much scares me.

Finally, the water is done and at the level and warmth I like it. I need something to clear my head from all this... but even as a sank deep, relaxing in the refreshing water... she's still there. My mind is dancing, flirting even with the thought of kissing her back. What am I even saying? Get a hold of yourself Ly!... Then again, something feels exciting about it.

Reach for the soap, lather up and wash my hair. It had been way too long since I'd taken care of myself. I hope I wasn't a bother for the girls, Visera and Janyice both... though I think they just seemed happy to see me alive. I should have never allowed myself back through those dark doors I’d locked away so tightly, worked so hard to bury forever. It still scares me to think it even happened, and I need a better game plan moving forward. I can’t let them see that side of me.

Dunk my head under to rinse the soap away, running my fingers through my hair underwater. Finally back up and sweeping my hair back, pressing and wringing it some. A bit more time in here would do me some good I thought, rest my muscles and ease my mind, right?... wrong.

There she is again, that kiss just as real as if I can still feel it on my lips right now... What is this I'm feeling, and why is it still here?... What is happening to me?

[atom-bomb-baby]

My manager has Tumblr and I have to live with that knowledge. Mentioned polls she responded with Vanilla Extract. She even mentioned the Ides of March at the start of shift today in the group chat.

Janyice if you somehow see this No You Fuckin Didn't

[shckaewynn]

Psst for Janyice also, how the HECK have i not been following you?

I haven’t been very active for... a year?  Two?  Little kids take a lot of attention.

They’ve finally gotten to the age where I can have a little time to think and get involved here again, so don’t feel bad about not spotting me. :)

Now, the Psst:  3 things Kaewynn has always wanted to say to Janyice...

“You need to calm down a little. Sometimes you’re too impulsive and... well... you’ve seen the results.”

“Being with Mara did you a lot of good.”

“Oh, those muscles...”

[noonmutter]

Dreaming Janyice

“Just use a fork.”

“I am using the fork.” He waved his arm and spread his fingers, boggling openly at the obviousness of the fork in the equation. His hand shimmered with forkness, five prehensile prongs with claws at the end, but she laughed anyway.

“No, like this.” She held up a fork, and he was doubly boggled as she raised it high above her head, the several-foot-long spire crackling with lightning at one end, dribbling some creepy green sludge from the other. This, indeed, was a fork.

“oh”

Then she pointed the great channeling fork at the bowl between them, and they found themselves swimming in fluffy white clouds. It was heavenly, and they giggled for hours.

“so this is what good whipped cream is like”

Leon woke up in the kitchen with a pillow in his mouth and covered in the contents of three upended kitchen drawers.

“Gods, no more dalapeno peppers b’fore bed.”

[thefuckingsun]

Feisty, Sexy, Eye Patch

This one is Janyice Dunkirk, I think! Can’t answer IC because Athen doesn’t know her.

Poorly describe your muse on anon and let me see if I can figure out who they are. :D

[janyice]

Reveries

It wasn’t too cold but the sun was just beyond the horizon. The twinkling of far off stars and planets could be seen peaking through the veil of darkness that was spreading in the twilight.

It kept her mind at ease as she flew. Janyice wasn’t in the business of setting herself into others care for things like travel. Her proto drakes did a fine job of getting her where she needed. The time was endless at this point, she was bared from the front and wasn’t going to fighting much in the near future.

Janyice nuzzled closer into the back of her Red Drake as it flew of the Great Sea. It wouldn’t be long before the shore leading to the foothills of the mountains on the north of Kun-Lai Summit. She gazed around her, the broken isles were far behind her now, but the danger and possibly deadly onslaught of the Legion seemed like it was just some distant joke.

Her eyes focused on a small tower that grew in the distance, Janyice felt her anxiety growing. It had been a few months since the largest invasion by an outside force since the third war, and the damage was still evident from the attack, even all the way in Pandaria. Janyice pulled her Drake down, closer to the water as she gained a bit of speed so she could keep out of sight. The ruined parts of the Temple of the White Tiger contrasted the pristinely beautiful parts with an awestruck point of view.

Her eyes scanned below for the landing area and found it rather quickly, her Drake roaring a bit as she pulled him into a holding pattern then had him slowly decending to land. It wasn’t long after she had finally stepped down from its back than the small cadre of panderen and other monks stepped from inside a small building to see what the ruckus was all about.

Janyice nuzzled her Drake for a moment, feeling the heat from his breath she smiled and found the spot behind one of his scales and flattened a few of them to keep him happy. “They are here to help me, Roark. I’ll be okay. There are fields you can roam and enjoy while we’re here.”. She smiled and let her head rest on Roark for a moment. “I know we didn’t have a good time out here last time, but this is different. I promise”. She pay the Drake one last time and stepped back. Her face calm and gave him a low and sharp whistle to which he responded with a low rumble and a sniff. “Go on, you. Listen to the farmers, I’ll be here, and if I need you I’ll call, I promise Roark.”.

The Drake took a few steps from side to side then pushing off as he pumped his wings too off into the air. Janyice turned in time to see a larger Panderen part the students in traditional robes of a master. Janyice rolled her shoulder and cracked her neck idly. “Here we go. Day One. Get your self in the game, girl. It’s going to be a long time before you get to think about being who you used to be.”. She approached the master, with a side long glance to the other and stopped before him.

“Pan-Diao, I assume.”. He nodded. “Let’s get started” he smiled.

[commanderbragh]

Helping a Friend

Braghaman settled down on the couch and opened the case that Janyice had given him after the patrol. He felt a little guilty that he hadn’t found any answers for her plans. He had tried with little luck, but he also knew that more recently he had been so busy with home and training that he had not devoted as much time to research as he could have. With a quiet sigh, he glanced back towards the hallway and the stairs beyond, his ears straining to hear any sign of his family. Niviene had gone to tuck the kids in, giving Bragh this moment to look over whatever it was that Janyice had given him.

Pulling the case open cautious, he glanced inside of it first before he started to extract the materials from inside. There were several pieces of parchment and papers well as something heavy in the bottom. Satisfied to look at the papers first, the paladin set the case beside him and began scanning them.

At first, they didn’t make much sense, as if trying to read a language that wasn’t your own. But as he moved from page to page he started to get the general understanding. While he didn’t understand the underlying theory, some words and phrases definitely jumped out at him, phrases he had learned from watching his late wife, Anaja, and their adult son, Banagan.

Braghaman paused for a moment as memories flew through his vision. He pictured some of the experiments that Ana had attempted when they were first married. Then his thoughts leapt to his adult son, from another timeline, trying to explain the fel arts to him with the hopes that his father would be able to recognize them in the future. Braghaman thought back to those discussions with the Banagan that was now lost to him in the other timeline. As as those memories coalesced, he remembered enough to better understand what Janyice had given to him.

With a deep frown, Braghaman set the papers to the side and reached for the case again. Tilting it, he felt the weight inside slide forward. Catching it in his hands, he looked down at a vial that held a dark liquid that seemingly had a pale, sickly glow. The paladin shuddered as he stared at the vial in his hand.

“Is that what Janyice gave you?” Niviene asked quietly as she entered the room, receiving a nod from the paladin as he continued to stare at the vial. “What is that?” the priestess continued hesitantly.

“A really bad idea.”

@janyice

[lycandria]

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:

Lycandria for Janyice

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy|| beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

@xcaliburmyte

[janyice]

After Effects

((long scene below, check after the cut))

Janyice tucked Lycandria into the spare bed, in the spare room of her apartment.  She watched her sleep, brushing a stray lock of hair from her sleeping face and smiled softly.  She had kissed her forehead and helped lay her down.  This was why Janyice had sworn off men.  They were more trouble than they were worth sometimes.  A woman was honest enough to know when she was wrong, but even then, they could conive with the best.

She stood, her form loomed over the sleeping woman, her face a mix of sadness for her troubles and lust from their earlier embrace and subsequent fit of sobbing.  It had been a long night.

The patrol with the Shrouded Dawn seemed uneventful, but was still solid, and formulated a small lead at the Raven Hill graveyard, but nothing they couldn’t handle.  With Braghaman down and out it would be up to the younger soldiers in their ranks to investigate on his behalf.  Jan’s and Ly had offered assistance if they needed it.

Even Yuuleth had been there.  She was following Janyice and mostly quiet, but there nonetheless.  Janyice moved to make sure the blanket over Lycandria was set and turned to leave.  She stopped at the door one last time, then shut the door behind her, she practically ran to her room, and tossed herself onto her own bed to “take care of her problem.”.

That night’s dreams haunted her again.  Nightmares of people’s graves.  Friends, allies.  All the same, dead or dying before her eyes of some unknown plague or attack.  Her mind’s eye burned images of fallen people she cared about.  Then a final flash.  Her own blurred face on a background of a happy place.  

She started awake, the window in her room had opened at some point in the night.  She rolled out of the tangled sheets and moved to close the window.  As she closed it, she took a moment to take in a deep breath.  She remembered that she had to help Yuuleth back to her place because of her constant fainting spells.  She was worried about her too, hit she had insisted that Janyice go home.  Herind wandered again as she closed the window.  

Snatching up a long sleeve shirt and slipping on pants and leather boots, she walked out the front door and hefted her large pair of swords in both hands over her shoulders on the way out.  It had to have been past midnight, but she was wide awake and needed to unwind from the nightmare.  

Her path moved her to a Grove of trees that was an old training spot she used to use a number of years ago, before all the damage and war had ravaged Stormwind and the fallen earth aspect has ruined a favorite spot of hers.  The trees were only for show, but the bark was eternal.  Her blades would strike, bit do no damage, due to enhancements in place.  It was a prime spot to work out her mind and her body so she could get some decent sleep for once.

She reached her spot, her swords were laid before her as she took a seat for a brief moment and said her prayer.  Spoke her words as she opened her eyes.  She stood, and began.  

—

The night ended early for the half elf priestess, another fainting spell, but this time she had Janyice to help her arrive safely.  On the scaled wings of the warrior woman’s proto Drake the flew to her shop near the Stormwind docks.  They arrived and took to her bed soon after.  Janyice helped her lie down and was soon off.  Her apparent discomfort was plain as paper on her face as she strode out quickly.  The fair haired woman chuckled softly as she roused her strength again.

The evening passed into night into the moonrise.  The sisters were waning tonight, and the light was a bit dimmer than usual, but there was still the lights from street lamps and the occasional night watch guardsman.  Her strength returned, Yuuleth made her way downstairs.  A quick check saw her still missing a few key ingredients for potions requested, so she took up a small basket and some cloth to cover her items.  Her gown was a simple yet elegant robe of soft pink and silver tonight.  Stark in contrast to the darker outfit she had this evening.  Her hair was loose and free framing her face and running down to her mid back in silver-white locks, as a waterfall cascading from a mountaintop.

She took out into the cool night air of the docks and began her quick trip to the beachhead.  Her travel was short lived however as she took her usual route only to hear the sounds of fighting, or perhaps more accurately, the grunts and slamming sounds of metal on wood and stone.  Intriguing enough a combination, she slid softly and silently towards the sounds.  If was either fate, or the light that put today together as it had.  As there, in the small clearing of a patch of enchanted trees, was Janyice, the warrior.  Her body was kneeled, upon a single knee, weapons stabbed into the earth below, huffing and gasping for air.  Her ragged breaths came as she clutches at a loose shirt on her form.  

The hands of the warrior slid from the weapons as she slumped to all fours and just gasped and clawed at the earth.  She was utterly exhausted, worn to a breaking point that was only seen after longer than anticipated combat.  Her body shook as she pulled in each breath of air, trying to stave off unconsciousness.  

The half elven woman dropped her small basket and flew to the other woman’s side, letting go a soft whisper from her lips as a soft glow of golden white light hummed between Yuuleth and Janyice.

Janyice clutches at her chest as the healing touch brought her the ability to stabilize.  Her face looked pained, her eyes puffy and her hand was bleeding slightly from over work without gloves.  Yuuleth frowned and took up Janyice’s hands.  Touching palm to palm and let a soft glow emanate to repair the stress damage.  She nodded and tilted her head with a smile, eyes slightly closes as she spoke “Prone to this, are we.  I won’t be having a patient undoing my work and my reputation, my dear”.

—

Janyice had been swinging for almost half an hour straight.  Her lungs were stressed her left hand was slipping from the hilt of her blade until she tightened her grip, only to force the large blades into the ground.  Her body trembled and she fell to one knee.  Trying to catch her breath, her face streaming with tears.  She was so torn, her mind wandered so much.  Lycandria was so close, so many times.  Her mind wandered again, Yuuleth.  She had healed her, but there was so much more that she had done as well. She wanted more, she wanted to feel whole again and she didn’t know how to get there again.

Then, Mara.  Sweet, beautiful, loving Maralina.  She missed her so much, but she knew there was things she had done that would drive her away.  Her tears flowed from her eyes, rivers of emotion as she sobbed, gasping and wheezing for breath.  She had over exerted herself and she knew it.  Then the feeling overwhelmed her.  She slid from the weapons and fell onto her palms.  Her right hand slammed with a heavy thunk, and she felt something pop while she gasped.

The emotions felt strange as the warmth pressed into her lungs.  Familiar, her left hand grasped at her chest, feeling her body become light as a feather.  Her eyes darted back and forth across the ground, then she pressed back onto her legs as they folded under her frame.  She saw her.  Yuuleth.  She clicked at her in derision as she saw her palm and hand.  Letting the warmth heal at the wounds.  The bones popped again and the blisters healed.

Janyice was still crying, her face was pained and she fell into Yuuleth, her sobs were soft, and she shook slightly.  She didn’t have any way to express her gratitude, but she know that it was only a matter of time before things were going to spiral out of control.  Janyice knew this was going to be a rough rest of the night.

She felt her body become wrapped in the light and the magic seemed to cover her again.  She sighed, her breath coming in and out almost regularly now.  She gripped at the smaller woman’s robes and just let it wash over her.  It was difficult to not feel happy as it waved across her form, as her hands landed gently on Yuuleth’s lap.  It wasn’t the first time she had felt that form, and it still seemed so familiar.

Their eyes met, in the small clearing, among a dense pack of trees.  Blue ocean met with Lavender pools flecked with gold. The feeling seemed to call to her, as her eyes moved from feature to feature.  Janyice couldn’t help it any longer.  She broke the silence with a soft murmur of a voice, meek, weakness and vulnerable.

“Please…”

Yuuleth shook her head and smiled, “You poor thing.  You’ve been hurting for so long, yet you push yourself so hard no matter what.  You take all this punishment out on yourself, and for what?”. The half elf lifted a elegant finger up to Janyice’s chin.  The half elven form, kneeling and leaning forward stole a kiss from Janyice’s lips.  

A spark shot down Janyice as her insides felt moved, shaken to her core as she stayed prone.  Her form relaxed as if a pressure was lifted for a moment then slammed back into her with a ferocious assault on her senses.  Janyice had no defense, no way to resist as her muscles relaxed and she slipped into a slumber.

Her dreams were filled with visions of events.  A bedroom clad in soft linens, the familiar scent of Vanilla warming with that oh, so tantalizing flavor of lavender.  The breeze of the ocean, on a warm spring afternoon. Birds in the distance, enjoying the sunlight as they taught younglings how to perch and take flight for the first time.

She felt her body, whole for the first time in close to a decade, both arms, hands, feet.  Everything was there.  Her eyes adjusted to the bright light as she looked around.  A sense of pure bliss washed her form again, and again.  Against her body, she felt pressure.  She was naked, clothes left folded and cleaned next to the bed on one side, the sleeping form of another woman next to her.  The silver in her hair reminded her exactly who it was.

Everything felt right, her being here and the sensations she had around her.  It must have been a good night, as the gown the other woman had on the night before was tossed aside on the floor.  They must have enjoyed every second too, Janyice chuckled as she noticed the hastily covering of blankets shoved to one side of the floor and only a sheet to cover them both with.  

Yuuleth must have folded her clothes after she had passed out last night.  She blinked again, her eyes adjusted again and double checked her body. Her mind was so taken aback she had all but forgotten she was not whole.  Her left arm, still robotic brought her from her revery but the scene didn’t change.  Yuuleth was still asleep under Janyice’s arm and the room was still as calming and familiar as before.

The bells of the cathedral chimed the hour, 2 rings shook her.  It was already the next afternoon.  How long did they stay up last night after she had been found?  Her chest seemed to exhale as the half elf stirred awake with a playful smile and a cheerful giggle.  “Mmmn, afternoon already.  You know, if you keep this up, I may have to call you something else besides Janyice, my dear.”. She tapped her finger to Janyice’s nose with a “Boop” and rolled slightly to stand next to the bed.  Naked she turned with a finger to her chin.  “Lover, perhaps?”. Her smile widened as she took to a partition to gather a house robe.  

Janyice flopped back onto the bed and sighed.  What was going on.  She needed to figure out her head, and soon.

[janyice]

Late nights

The twins were high in the night sky.  It must have been half past midnight, at least.  The air was still, as Janyice pressed harder into her swings, cracking wood beneath her weapons.  This time away from combat, made her mind wander.  Not a safe thing.

Moving her weapons in an arc and then stopping them, the metal chipping small chunks of the large logs as she did.  Her face was damp, the sweat from a long workout shining in the moon’s light.  Her weapons became embedded into the soft earth next to her, huffing and breathing heavy her body seemed to finally say enough.  She took a step or two backwards and sat down on a small cropping of rocks on the ground.

Her eyes closed as she steadied her breathing, trying to calm her heart rate back down after the cool down on her workout.  Her top was mated in places with sweat, and the loose pants she wore settled on her legs in patches.  It was then she noticed the quietness.  It was late, sure, but there should have been anyone close by.  The air seemed to shift as that familiar hint of lavender and vanilla struck her senses once again .  

There was no doubt, it was utterly unmistakable.  Her eyes shot open.  The voice was so melodic and beautiful.  Almost hypnotic as it spoke out.  How did it even get behind her with no sound.  “It’s good to see you are up and about after everything that happened to you”. She spoke, Janyice turned slightly, keeping balance with one hand.  “I’m harder to kill than a Nathrazim.  The question is, how did you find me?”

She shook her head and smiled, playfully, and spoke again as Janyice rose to face her.  The wan took both of Jan’s hands into hers and continued. “I’m supposed you found my shop again, you seem to remember more than I expected.  You were in bad shape when I got to you” her eyes, they were so enticing, warm, inviting in the moonlight.  As if it was meant for her as a spotlight from the Makers.

Jan felt her body flush, her hands seemed to vibrate as she stood there.  Her nerves were on complete edge, but it wasn’t like it was bad, it felt right.  She just couldn’t explain it.  It didn’t need to be explained, just understood.

She blinked.  “The light truly meant for us to meet again, so it wills so many things.  You will understand this in time.  I am just glad to know you made it.  The injuries you suffered were severe and dangerous, the fact that you are standing here is proof that you are much stronger than you think you are”. The half elven woman tilted her head with a smile as she let her hands slip from Janyice’s.

The elf, stood for a moment, her body seeming to lose its color, as if the spotlight had been turned off.  Her eyes looked like they lost color and she stumbled forward.  Janyice stepped forward, hands on her arm and shoulder to attempt to steady the smaller framed woman, only to have her touch shrugged away.  “A-are you feeling alright?”. Janyice watched the half elf step past and shake her head.  “I am fine, I must go.  The answers you seek will come in time.  Do not forget that.  When you remember everything.  Find me”. And then, like a leaf in the wind, she was out past the archways and gone, out of sight.

Janyice stood, blinking, unsure as to what had just happened, the fresh sent of the lavender and vanilla seemed to trail off into the night air.  Looking at her hands, Janyice raised them up, they looked so normal and for a moment she was whole.  She blinked hard at a realization, then looked again.  One arm flesh, the other arm metal.  No, that couldn’t have been a dream, she thought.  I could feel it.

More questions, even less answers.  She needed sleep, that would clear things up.

-------- @lunarmaze

[janyice]

Forward, I go.

The breeze of the afternoon was cooling and yet it seemed to warm her. Janyice had decided a walk after the last few days had happened was in order. She let Lycandria know and took to the streets. Her mind awash in quiet reflection.

It wasn’t long before she had realized that she was in a place she hadn’t been back to in a long while. A small patch of grass, overlooking the docks, just to the south of the keep of Stormwind.

While it may not have been unusual in a normal sense, this is where she had come back after the campaign on the broken shore. The hordes of demons, Gul'dan and his minions of the Legion. Her return was quiet, and she was in pieces.

Then as a whisper of wind caressed her face standing at the top of the small hill, it seemed to cause somthing to cross her mind. Was that a faint smell, no, not sweet. There was something that was so familiar, but was also so different. A faint chirping of birds. Another pang of familiarity, followed by a memory. Wasn’t that all a dream? It couldn’t have been, it felt so real like it was only yesterday. The fresh sent of the air rising from the ocean in the distance. Her eyes closed trying to recall the events and they flooded her mind’s eye. The white room, the sheets beneath her, the lights from the outside. The sense of pain and aches flowing from her body as she felt the magic of the healer pulling her back together. A strong sent of lavender seemed to snap her from her thoughts. Her eyes darted open and scanned the area. Was that so close in her mind she made it up? Her right hand seemed to tremble, clenching and opening her fist with anticipation. In the distance, a light trail of flowing cloth was seen from a window above. The smell must be coming from there. The color, the shade of silver white, wth hints of purple and gold. The building. This was it. It was real. It did happen. Janyice felt her whole body flush, tensed and flustered. She knew she needed to move, get back home or she would know that she was just looking for a reason to find herself in a “situation” Turing to leave, she tried to remember the path here again. She would find time to come back. She needed to thank the healer. It was only right. Behind her, a woman peered from her perch above, looking from the window as Janyice turned away. A soft smile and a hint of passion flickered in her eyes. She pushes a small length of silver hair behind a small and pointed ear. “She found her way back on her own.”. She mused as Janyice turned a corner and out of sight.

[janyice]

Girls night out.

Janyice and Lycandria had enough time now to actually have time to themselves which led to Jan having the brilliant idea of going out to get free drinks from desperate and lonely men on the final Eve of the festival of lovers.

Her body had built mass again, which meant her dress options were limited and would indeed cause a bit of a problem but she knew she had a couple that used to be loose and after a couple of adjustments fit, although still tighter than she would have liked.

Her work was cut out for her though. Lycandria had said she would wear a dress of her mother’s instead, so Jan had no idea what to expect.

The night drew on. Drinks, laughter, and a pair of gentlemen that offered even more drinks. Wine, ambrosia, and finally brandy. Janyice knew it was going to be a good night. Her body, on the other hand had decided that it was not. Half way into the new company, Janyice yawned. Her eyes seemed to get heavy and just forced her to have to leave. She winked at Lycandria and the new gentleman she sat with. Waves them off into the night, only to be accompanied buy the younger guard that was with the pair at the start. Janyice hit the night air outside the Pig and Whistle. Old town had a particular smell this time of night, not favorable, but good none the less. The young man at her side was a bit giddy, she could tell it was a mix of the alcohol and the fact that the dress she was in was too tight, even if it was a size larger then she usually wore. Stupid dresses. She walked and then turned to the man. “Hun, you need to know, I don’t think I’ll make it home tonight, maybe you could have it in your heart to let me rest closer?”. Her voice was a bit sluggish but the words made sense as she spoke, at least in her own mind. He took the hint and thankfully he had a place just on the outskirts. They entered into his small place, simple dwellings for sleep and not much else. She could tell he was still mostly at some form of base moat of his time awake, so it made sense. She found her way to his couch. A dim set of lights from the lights on the street dimly lit the room. His name was Lamarian, he seemed a nice boy, but she knew better. His body sliding into the couch told her otherwise. She held out a hand and stopped him at arm’s length. She left no mention of wanting to more than rest, but as most men would see it, this was ample opportunity to test the waters, so to speak. “Hun, your cute, so don’t think it’s you, but I’m just sleepy. And you really aren’t my type. Think about it this way. If your brother and my friend hadn’t made such a quick connection, I would have taken her home with me again .” The rooms silence spoke volumes, and she seemed to fade out from there. The night passed, the morning came with a warm blanket and a small rose on the coffee table next to her. He really was cute, it was a shame to do anything but tell the truth though. She didn’t want to be rude, she just had no intention of doing that sort of thing with him. “I should get home, and i swear if she didn’t stay up all night, I’m going to be dissapointed in her.”. Her feet snagged her shoes on the way out as she strode herself home.

[janyice]

Last Night

The last bit of the candle illuminated a small corner of parchment, and wanted to give into the final bit of darkness. Janyice seemed to strain her eyes again but finally decided it wasn’t worth it any longer. Married with sleep and red from over use, her body slumped as she sighed heavily.

Shaking her head and rubbing her eyes, she knew that the sound outside of ringing bells chimed in the early dawn.

“3. 4. Oh makers, it’s 4? I’m done then. I’ll work on the brace and the pivot tomorrow.” Making a groaning noise she stood as a small sim glowing while rim of light illuminated her path to her bedroom. Mages really did have their use, especially in home innovation.

Moving into her bedroom, Janyice slid what little clothing she had on and just sort of flopped them to the floor. Her pants and shirt fluttered to the floor as she half slid, half plopped her body on to the sheeted bed, and as she grabbed for the blanket and sheets she notices that the bed was overly lumpy. “Odd, guess I will need to remember laundry tomorrow then.”. She let her legs twist to the side as she lie down, looking up at her dimming ceiling only to fall into a deep sleep moments later.

The air at the training grounds was cool, but felt amazing as she swung her swords at the training dummy. The chipping wood dummy seemed to splinter rapidly as she hit it each time. Her body felt heavy and she took a step back into a body.

It made no sound, but instead simply latched on to Janyice’s supposed form. It sobbed, and sobbed into her shirt and shoulder. The sound was soft and tired.

They walked silently into the night, their path clearly leading to her apartment. Her heart getting louder in her mind. Why was she so nervous. This was just her friend.

The sound continues to get louder.

Ba dum. Ba dum.

The night lights in the bedroom illuminated their bodies as they lay on the bed together. Faceless forms writhing together as if they were one. Thier forms moved and twisted, moaning sounds of ecstacy and lust. The smell of live making was heavy, and the musk was unmistakable.

Ba dum. Ba dum.

The painting and moaning was at a fever pitch. Her body felt strained, like it was being crushed by the weight of all the emotions in her mind. The feeling of losing herself to something too powerful to imagine just controlling her mind and body and soul.

Ba dum. Ba dum. Ba dum.

Janyice jarred awake, jolting upright in her bed from some outside movement as she looked around. Lycandria was lying next to her, blanket half across her form along side a night gown, bare legs close to her own.

Janyice fell from the bed, and watched as she sprung back up into it to keep herself from hitting her head on the floor only to watch her duck under the covers, sigh and then quickly dart into her personal bathroom.

What. In. The. World?

Janyice needed to remember what was really going on.