#Solange Iseterre

[thefreelanceangel]

[aces-and-kings]

why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? (Grey)

Snow had begun to fall by the time Solange came into view. There was barely enough time to bend over before she'd wrapped her arms around Grey's shoulders and pulled him down for the tightest of hugs. They lingered a moment, as good friends often do, when she quietly asked, "Why is it whenever we see each other, you're covered in blood?" Her eyes fixed on a stain upon his coat, recalling the bit on his pants and cheek that she'd seen in her approach as well. There was a vacant distance in his expression, knowing that even though she teased him with a light tone, it was laced with genuine worry. Grey found himself wondering what she'd been through since last they'd met. She seemed greatly changed, though in a way he couldn't quite place. Perhaps they all were changed by recent events. Wine by a more private brazier was in order. They could catch up then, and though he didn't believe in deity, Halone help anyone who'd wronged her. @thefreelanceangel thank you again for the prompt and for providing tumblr with a much needed dose of more elezen women.

[thefreelanceangel]

Oh, Solange...

Coming from WoW, I am constantly blown away by SE's commitment to listening and implementing feedback. The benchmark looks a thousand percent better with a only a few examples. God, I love this team.

[thefreelanceangel]

Awaiting the passing of night, awaiting the warmth of day... Oh, how endless the dark hours seem when the lamp light through the windows is the only warmth to be found.

And that warmth an illusion, the light giving only the pretense of the sun's living glow. That warmth, frail, chasing away no shadows, only deepening those that lurk in the corners.

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The inside of her lower lip took the brunt of her mounting anxiety. She didn't hesitate to swallow. She'd grown used to the taste of blood years before.

[thefreelanceangel]

She would not dwell on the past, but the memory of a Coerthas warm, green, and blooming with life and how it'd welcomed a young girl's delighted running through soft grass could easily move her to tears.

[thefreelanceangel]

Perhaps others drew solace from it, but Solange found no comfort in the blank stone gaze of an uncaring monument.

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Between the ocean and the boundless sky above, she felt small, insignificant, and strangely eternal. Stargazing gave more comfort than prayer ever had.

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In her dreams, she served someone worthy of an oath. Her sword only struck in defense of the deserving. Her shield protected those who truly needed someone to stand for them.

In her dreams, which repeated night after night, feeling more akin to reality than anything she walked through in the daylight hours, she left her past behind and found joy in the present.

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