#laeynna

[lilyofporcelain]

Wednesday ask:

What if Laeynna had been more attracted to Tinnaire than Anderos (SP) ?

Do you know that before this ever found its way into my inbox, I actually thought about this a lot?

Of course I could envision it. Laeynna liked Tinnaire from the very first moment that she met her, but it was very much in that, 'wow, I think this woman is very neat and I would like for her to like me, as well.' Laeynna still feels that way. (Through time and circumstance, I easily could have seen it growing into more on her side.) But for the sake of hypotheticals...

I think Laeynna would have had an easier time dissecting her feelings and coming to terms with them, maybe. Her relationship with women in the past has always differed greatly than it has with men. I think she would have come to trust Tinnaire far sooner than it took her to trust Andaeros (something she continues to struggle with even in the present), which could have been a blessing or a curse, depending on how things went.

I know more about Tinnaire now than I did at the time and I can see so much potential between the two of them. Tinnaire and Laeynna are actually similar in a lot of different ways and they share similar feelings about themselves, their lots in life, how they integrate with the others in their society. I think Tinnaire is a stronger individual, more resilient (or at least better at giving that impression), and I don't doubt that Laeynna would admire that and want Tinnaire to rub off on her a bit. Tinnaire likely would also help Laeynna grow into someone more confident. (I don't know that Laeynna would, however, present any benefits to Tinnaire in return, though...)

There's things to be said about people having too many differences or too many similarities, and it's difficult for me to determine if something like that would have factored into a potential relationship there. Maybe they would have had just enough moderation to not be too similar and different enough.

(Laeynna and Tinnaire would be very, very cute together.)

Something else I have to consider, however, is that regardless of who it would be on the receiving end of Laeynna's feelings, her approach likely would ultimately be the same. She's been through a lot and has spent years believing she didn't deserve to have people who loved her or cared for her, so I imagine she would have locked her feelings up tight, never said them, and Tinnaire (or whomever, as the case could have been) never likely would have known of them. Laeynna simply would have admired her from afar with that silly little wistful look. And then I'm sure someone might have said something and Laeynna probably would have gone full coward and fled.

Thank you for such delicious food-for-thought, @nahisummerhold!

Mentions for @kharrisdawndancer. ♥

[kharrisdawndancer]

DWC Feb 2025 - Day 1 - Hypnotic/Star - Tinnaire

It was, Tinnaire thought, interesting how a scent could be nearly hypnotic. The Bazaar was positively soaked in the scent of roses tonight. Her soft eyes roved over the milling crowd; she watched as two people with red roses on their persons tentatively approached each other, their smiles growing more confident as their eyes met. The red signified ‘single and looking’ she had learned. Others wore white roses, signifying they were romantically ‘taken’. She even saw a few who wore both colors. When she’d taken her walk, she hadn’t realized there was an event going on in the square, but curiosity and a friendly face had kept her there for a while. Now, she stood by the fountain in a floral haze. She recalled the rose gardens of her youth--her family’s, her friends’, and the ones dotted through the city. Tinnaire had never been particularly botanically minded; not like Fiorenze, Taric, or Laeynna seemed to be. But roses recalled the flush of youth, of hope and eagerness, and, yes, the first hint of love. Bouquets and boutonnieres had followed her and her young love, the same for so many couples. She found herself blinking back memories filled with the soft flowers. Of a love letter with rose scented paper. Powders, oils, candies, and teas. A different person might have made bitter the bite of the thorns, but Tinnaire smiled to herself, walking home alone and thoughtful.

@daily-writing-challenge

[nahisummerhold]

What qualities does she admire most in the people around her?

Answering this OOCly for her, alphabetically and only tagging a writer once Cythion ( @cythion ) - Openness to love  Dicenne ( @turning-through-the-never ) - A good man, it is hard to breakdown all the traits individually that make him that way, he just is Fio ( @fio-renze ) - Willingness to just be her Jace - Wandering spirit  Kai ( @kaisinasunblade) - Selflessness Kon ( @konietzko-sylvoran) - Supportive and good natured Laeynna ( @lilyofporcelain) - Quiet spirit Naralinthe ( @themadamelioness) - Poise, grace Pyra - Magical affinity, it intrigues Nahi but she tries to not to be invasive with questions Ranek (@ranekvilmas) - Time given to other people’s enjoyment  Ryland (@theconstructsworld ) - Oh my goodness, actually there is a lot but the way he throws himself into a performance completely and the wickedness his is happy to embody  Sol - His faith  Stellan - Skill, she has never met anyone as skilled as she sees him in his work Talonoa - Sheer intimidation (might just be her that feels that way though) Talthorn ( @talthorn-sylvoran) - Generosity Tinnaire ( @kharrisdawndancer ) -That she is able to share a vulnerability with friends, she also puts up with Nahi’s friendly flirting without it being weird Xylaes - The resolute way he handled things with the Puppetmaster, “I am here, it needs to be done and I am suited to do it” Newer people she has met, first impressions  Allasticus ( @allasticus) - Dedication and self control Braedyn - Her baking Kelz ( @kelzthalassunwhisper) - Work ethic  Safrona (@safrona-shadowsun ) - Poetic turn of phrase Special mentions to very special people that are willing to put up with Nahi’s over the top flirting like Tinn, knowing it is friendly and meant to just show appreciation for them as a person. Caele (not sure she is on tumblr) and Trist ( @tristayranambrosio)

(Thank you for the question Anon)

[maeskia]

Anon day: She's back in Silvermoon! Has she met anyone that intrigues her?

"Do you want my list? Not for sure if people really want to be on my list." "Dinthoqaf was one of the few first kind ones in this city that wants my head on a spike. His flock of wondrous, mysteries minds do beckon me. If I need a haven, I know all I have to do is just ponder the wish and the way will be found. I plan to dig my fingers into that crew and get to know them." "My sister's coworkers I thought I would avoid, but I find myself intrigued by a few of them. Velios and Lynesse shine brilliantly in a way beckons me towards them. I am enraptured by their beauty. For different reasons the have caught my attention." "Nahilvi, not many woman will sit beside me with ease. She is one I could love to spend an evening with and actually enjoy our time. I will be front stage, the first time she returns to it."

"Lukel, who are you? Will you be brave enough to show me?" "Vaelsnipe, a gentlemen in public. Is it wrong I want to see hidden version of you? One that might make me bare my own teeth" "The lady Laeynna, brief in passing. I will find time to speak more." @dinthoqaf (and crew) @gloamingdawn @veilosdaigoa @lukel-sunshadow @nahisummerhold @lilyofporcelain @vaelsnipe

[lilyofporcelain]

Laeynna, Ankalei, Belidrae, or any of the others!

(You know the drill. Questions will go out after work!)

Truthful Thursday

~Ask my character anything, they have to answer truthfully! ~Leave my character an honest confession from one of yours! ~Tell my character something on anon you’ve always wanted to say but cannot tell them to their face!

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[lilyofporcelain]

TMIT: Who would you like to get to know better from the group that enjoys cakes together?

"Oh, gods. Is it terrible if I say 'everyone'? That sounds like such an easy way to answer, but that really is the truth.

Not everyone comes to every gathering of Fancy Cakes, so I try very hard to remember names and faces and what little bits of conversation I can commit to memory. I have a difficult time randomly interjecting into conversation that is going on and I do not ever wish to be rude, but these are not oft faces I see outside of Fancy Cakes.

I do not like much, the notion of rattling off names, but let us assume that if you have shown up to the gathering, I have taken notice of you and wish to speak with you a little more in fewer numbers. I always want to know the people I am surrounding myself with. And perhaps... eventually, I will want them all to know me, as well."

( Thank you, @laceandhalos. )

[lilyofporcelain]

TMIT for Anka:

How do you feel about Andaeros and Laeynna’s relationship?

There was a notion that when one knew to expect something, but didn't know when it would occur or the details that would, inevitably, accompany it, the seeds of anxiety would be sown and eventually would come to flourish. Although Ankalei couldn't exactly claim to experience it in the same way, when she received response back from her twin sister that she'd agreed to their meeting, echoes of that anxiety certainly seemed as if they were fluttering about her insides.

It wasn't really the notion of meeting Laeynna that bothered her. Even knowing she was planning to bring Andaeros along with her wasn't terribly surprising. She was probably using the man as some kind of protective buffer. Ankalei couldn't blame her for that.

She'd spent years tailing her sister, keeping an eye on her, making sure that from a remote, safe distance, if she could provide something to her when she desperately needed it, that she could do just that. She had failed Laeynna when she lived. She had decided so much earlier on that she would not fail her again. Not when she understood that things were so much worse than she'd realised.

What kind of sister ignored the plights of a sibling? What kind of sister prioritised her military service? One could have made the argument that Laeynna had never said anything, and certainly, not all of the responsibility rested on Ankalei's shoulders, but it didn't absolve her from her part in things.

Looking around her sparse living arrangements in the arid climate of Durotar's air, Ankalei dropped herself in a dusty chair, leaning onto an equally dusty table where she'd left a tome open, filled with what she'd deemed to be important events she wanted to go to. People she wanted to see. Most of the notes in it involved Succulent Tart, Nahilvi (though she couldn't exactly understand the draw there), the Horde Expedition, Zaihne, and a list of Laeynna's contacts that she'd made over the years.

As she took quill into hand, she carefully wrote.

— Andaeros Dawnflare —

What did she know about the man, really? He'd been amicable when they met for the first time. Not that she expected anything less of that whole plethora of people Laeynna had come to be spending time with. On the contrary, it had probably been the first time Ankalei noticed Laeynna was developing kinship with seemingly well-adjusted, civilised people, who probably weren't doing a bunch of black market, dirty-handed affairs. Fancy Cakes was an immediate step up from the nonsense Laeynna had been getting herself into when she'd been removed from Quel'thalas.

With a thoughtful expression, Ankalei shook her head. He'd been nice. Too nice, perhaps? No. She didn't know him well enough to make that assumption. She'd seen him. Without a doubt she'd seen him. In tracking her sister down and trying to follow her trail down to the southern continent, Ankalei definitely recognised him. And she recognised that when Laeynna was with him, she smiled in a way that Ankalei had never seen her smile in before.

He'd clearly worried about her when he realised she was missing.

As she reflected on it, however, she didn't know how close Laeynna and Andaeros were. She definitely couldn't say she knew how serious they were either. Laeynna had always been tight-lipped about her personal life, especially when it came to involving herself with others beyond the pragmatic and professional connections she'd built. Ankalei had just barely known of her other romantic affairs or the kinds that even stretched into potential romanticism and so many of those had gone silent just as quickly as she'd gotten slight word of them. It didn't surprise her at all that she found herself in a similar boat with this newer addition to her life.

Sure, she could have asked, but she doubted Laeynna was going to answer and it wasn't a very kind thing to go to Andaeros herself. That was out of the question. After Zaihne had retrieved Laeynna from Azj-Kahet, Ankalei had largely backed off. With her twin relatively safe and sound, it didn't feel appropriate to continue spying on her, even if the intentions behind doing so were meant to be constructive and helpful.

Does he make her happy?

That was probably the most important. Followed closely by the idea of reciprocation. In an ideal world, or what Ankalei imagined an ideal relationship to be like, both sides were happy. Plenty of people stayed in relationships where they weren't for one reason or another, of course, but given how precious life was, Ankalei certainly didn't want Laeynna or Andaeros to feel like either were caught in any such thing.

Does he treat her well?

It was hard not to want to immediately jump in and play the part of the older, protective sister. To grill Andaeros every which way when it came to the emotional and mental welfare of Laeynna. There were several reasons as to why Ankalei didn't do that, however. She knew there was already some preexisting tension where their relationship was involved and though she didn't know the gritty details of it, she could make an educated guess based on what she did know. If she started wagging a finger in Andaeros' face that seemed like it was only going to make things more complicated for them both.

What if something happens and we have a repeat of the past?

That was as much a concern as really anything else was. Perhaps even more so. What was her sister's state like? What if it drastically changed? What if something devastating happened and Laeynna couldn't endure it? How would that impact how she handled things? What if she took it out on Andaeros? Or, what if Andaeros did something awful to her? What if Laeynna never recovered from it?

Ankalei tried hard not to think too hard about that. Things had gotten as bad as they had in the past because she'd not known what Laeynna was going through. If she could begin to rebuild things with her sister, then surely she could invite an open line of communication. If Laeynna could do that, at the very least, just open herself up a little more, then maybe it would be easier to tackle a worst-case scenario.

She wanted to see her twin happy. Laeynna had spent so many years sentencing herself to misery. Ankalei understood why. She got it. But it was excessive and self-destructive. In doing so, Laeynna had essentially stopped herself from living. Now, she was behind in years. If Andaeros could make her happy, Ankalei wanted him to. Laeynna deserved that, she thought.

And if Andaeros didn't... Well. She'd have to have some firm, sisterly words for him. But given the way Laeynna lit up around the man, and Laeynna was not a woman who ordinarily did any kind of lighting up ever, Ankalei was under the impression that if anyone was going to be ruining whatever garden those two were planting together, it probably wasn't going to be Andaeros.

Next to where she'd written Andaeros' name, Ankalei continued.

Laeynna, let him make you happy. Give him that chance. I see a different you when you're with him, a you I never thought I'd see again. I hope you can see how good he is for you. I hope that you appreciate it and I hope you're not taking it, or him, for granted. After all of these years that you've been punishing yourself, maybe try breathing again. Maybe try living. You've condemned yourself enough.

(Mentions: @andaerosdawnflare)

(Thank you, @nahisummerhold!)

[lilyofporcelain]

Strands

It had found its way into her hands when she was standing on the stairs of an apartment that she once thought of as… well. Not hers. In truth, that was still something she had say to herself, like a daily repetitious mantra. The courier who had offered it over had done so with the most polite Lady Emberflame and she had, in turn, simply smiled. Although she didn’t much care for the title, she had to assume that her life, the direction it was taking, caused her to soften a great deal.

…Was she smiling more? She had to wonder as she cast a look over her shoulder towards the wards that acted as security. In the interim, she used long, well-kept nails, to carefully open the missive that had been sealed by a seal of wax that was one she’d known well.

The Blood Knight Order.

The first concern had been that it came from Ashire. Although it had been… quite some time since she’d last seen him, she couldn’t help but think about how things had gone. And wonder how many things she had been manipulated into under the guise of thinking it had been her own doing. She’d blamed herself for many things there, though it had taken objective perspective to understand there was more at work than just her inability to speak up. Or the fear that kept her from doing so.

If it wasn’t from Ashire, was it from Cynlan? Maelthas? Any other number of Blood Knights she had been tied to whether she wanted to be or not? Andaeros had once told her that the Order would not be inclined to pursue her, despite her past. Rather, at least he’d said as much perhaps to alleviate her fears. Or he was playing the role of her knight. Or… he was genuinely concerned for her. Or it was all of the above. Why it felt necessary to limit it to one possibility was relatively unknown. And untrue.

What she found in the contents of the letter, however, were entirely unexpected. Leaning against the entry into the apartment, she lifted a hand and tucked dark hair behind a long, graceful ear. Wherever she’d been headed off to, whatever she’d meant to busy herself with, it had been rendered forgotten in the face of the more important.

—-—-—

Laeynna, I’d wanted to give you the time you needed before inserting myself into your life. More than I already have, anyway. I still intend to do this, but before I truly agree to enlist with Zaihne in the Horde Expedition, I wanted to know that I could leave the city feeling confident you were in good hands. I was also hoping you’d consider meeting with me before I depart. I have something I’d like to discuss with you. If you’re worried, you can bring your boyfriend with you. I’ve met him already and I don’t intend to embarrass you. Much. Give it some thought. I’ll be around for a while yet. Doesn’t seem that Zaihne and I need to leave right away. — Anka

—-—-—

She’d taken too long. Laeynna nearly laughed, though it wound up caught in her throat. Still posited right against the door, she tipped up her chin, eyeing nothing in particular, and holding the letter to her chest somewhat protectively. She thought about the number of letters she’d started to her twin, never really feeling like any of them appropriately captured what she wanted to say.

Ankalei’s approach had been the better one, though. She hadn’t even made mention of the past or anything other than expedition in question. And Zaihne. Looking minutely curious, Laeynna tipped her head thoughtfully. She hadn’t been aware that the two were so close. How could she have been? The last time she’d seen Zaihne was after he brought her back from Khaz Algar. Hallow's Eve. Had he… been avoiding her? If so, she couldn’t blame him. Laeynna had never exactly been nice to him except the one time she took him to Uldum for a day at Firefest. And even then—

She shook her head. There was no sense in thinking about all of that. Things had changed significantly since then. Had she even thanked him? If it hadn’t been for him, after all, she wouldn’t have been there in that moment. In fact, it very likely would have been him on those stairs, delivering something into Andaeros’ hands at her request. She didn’t like thinking about it, though as she eyed her right hand thoughtfully, she knew very well that it was an important thing to keep in consideration.

Life was, without doubt, finite. And so too was time.

Straightening herself up, she carefully folded the missive back down and half of her mouth pulled, wondering how to approach things. The simplest way was probably just to write her sister back and agree to a meeting. It could have been that simple. Likely was that simple. But where she’d often kept such things to herself, as Laeynna lowered the wards and helped herself back inside, she slipped her sandals off and left them by the door. Andaeros often said he wanted to be a part of her life. And she had often inwardly told herself that she wanted to become better at allowing him that.

This seemed like a good opportunity, didn’t it?

“Andaeros—” she called out into their shared apartment, feeling a little flicker of nerves and comfort alike at the idle thought. “—I received a letter.”

(Soft mentions @andaerosdawnflare)

[lilyofporcelain]

For Laeynna, Ankalei, or Belidrae.

TMI Tuesday!

Ask my characters anything, no matter how invasive! Ask for advice on any matter! Confess anything to them! Nothing is off-limits on TMI Tuesday! Practice good question karma! Send an ask to the person you reblog this from!

Anon in ON!

[lilyofporcelain]

TMIT Laeynna: What’s a small thing that drives her crazy?

With furrowed brow, Laeynna studied the surface of her vanity. Like most of her things, everything had to have its place. Everything had to be pristine. Everything had to be, aside from when she was touching it, untouched. She wasn't sure if it was a trick of the mind or the notion that she knew her own things well enough, but if anything was even moved marginally in a place it didn't belong, she'd notice something wasn't right almost immediately.

As she stood staring at it, the pieces of jewellery carefully laid out here and there, hair ribbons and clasps, a fine wide comb, perfume bottles, and the rest of her relatively vain collection, something was off. Something felt off. And it was the kind of off that not being able to identify it quickly was about as anxiety-inducing as the mere notion of something being off.

She often tried to crush it down and it was a side of her that most people never saw. There was little to no reason that they would have, honestly. This kind of feeling never seemed to touch her when she was out and about amongst others. In the way that it often had in her more youthful years, Laeynna's inner rattled nerves paved the way towards a frustration that she could hardly understand.

Perhaps he knocked something off of it without even realising it.

Justification seemed like a good way of trying to appease the simmering warmth that was coursing along her insides. It wasn't like she'd ever come out and exactly admitted that she was quite particular about her possessions and their placement. Laeynna never dared to touch things belonging to others herself, though how much of that was her being polite and how much of it was her trying to distance herself deliberately was unknown.

Lifting a hand, Laeynna pressed the two pads of fingers to the bridge of her nose and rubbed. Was it just her imagination or was that the onset of a headache threatening to pulse and throb behind her eyes? She'd have to ask him when he came home. And she'd have to find a way to have that conversation without being melodramatic or frantic over it.

She simply didn't like people touching her things.

( Thank you, @saltsparkle! )

[lilyofporcelain]

Your Childhood enemy shows up on your doorstep, begging for help, what do you do?

Once upon a time, Laeynna thought. I would have been inclined to simply let you rot.

None of Laeynna's associates in her youth were particularly kind or the sorts of people she even wanted to be associated with. Although she wouldn't have considered them enemies, though no shortage of them had made her the focal point of a great many whispers and rumours, the worst she'd ever wished on them was social ruin. Of course, in more traditional days, that might have been considered a rather devastating sentiment.

Without doubt, time and circumstance both had softened her. It had not removed wariness or her need to protect herself, but it had softened her considerably. Where once she might have refused them and established easily they deserved whatever they had coming to her, plenty of people had given her a second chance. She was obviously, as she had acknowledged many times before, not the same woman she once was. Those from her childhood were deserving of the same vote of confidence.

Loosing a breath, she decided that in the ever-changing world, as people were, much like water, ever shifting and moving, she could afford kindness for those who once had done little more than make her life truly, a living hell. She would lead by example. She could be capable of forgiveness.

(Thank you, @dinthoqaf!)

[lilyofporcelain]

[SOSS]: For any/all of yours -- what's the sweetest thing they've done for someone else so far this year?

Laeynna's brow knit thoughtfully, a pile of young amaryllis and white lilies on the table where she sat. Once, they had been organised rather well. Now, they were somewhat scattered and in one hand, she held a rather delicate bracelet in which she was putting the finishing touches. She was uncertain, however, how it might be received. A bracelet would not make amends.

'Make amends.'

As if she had any idea what Tinnaire was thinking. She had assumed the worst, which was normal for her. If she always assumed the worst, then, when the worst possibly didn't happen, the only way to go was up. On the other hand, developing that habit was emotionally and mentally straining. It certainly failed to let Laeynna showcase the best version of herself. Made her look like a right fool was what it did, despite how intelligent she truly was.

She might not like this, she thought to herself. She may not even accept it.

Shaking her head, Laeynna felt her resolve grow firm. No. This was important, even if the objective eye thought it unwise. Feelings were raw every which way, but if she didn't do it then, in that moment, she'd regret it. The miraculous thing about people was that they had free will and in that, they could shape, develop, and grow as further beautiful creatures. Even if Tinnaire didn't like it, even if she had seen fit to thrust it back into Laeynna's face, that was her right. Laeynna realised it wasn't because she sought forgiveness. It wasn't because she thought that she and the taxidermist could suddenly develop a friendship. Those were selfish thoughts. It was because her thoughts behind them were important. That she wanted Tinnaire to know she was significant. She was important.

Amaryllis flowers were just as representative. Of course, the language of flowers changed over time and though surely once there had an initial meaning, in the way that people evolved, so too did language and concepts. She had picked amaryllis flowers for pride and for hope. Pride, in its most objective form, was not a terrible thing. It was when it became excessive, like many things, that it became troublesome. And hope... Well. Hope was what drove most forward. Ideally, it was what should have been the key motivator for life itself.

White lilies, too, were just as significant. Laeynna's favourite flower. Some cultures used them to navigate those who'd passed to an existence beyond. For her, they had been symbols of rebirth. Of union. And in some ways, strength of heart.

She wished, however, that she had known what Tinnaire's favourite flower was. If she inquired now, sent afterwards, it would only be too obvious. It was a better idea to send it without her name, though she didn't feel proud of that either. In such a way, it was cowardly. But what was Laeynna, if not a coward? She almost laughed. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Wasn't that the saying?

When she had finished placing the final pieces, carefully woven in here and there, Laeynna studied it closely. Delicate without being too delicate. Not particularly excessive. Not at all gaudy. Yet not insignificant. Perhaps she'd unintentionally made something that represented her. Gods, she hoped Tinnaire would like it, in some way, on some level. Or at least, that it would bring her some kind of ease where there had likely been not much of it.

The last touch was a particularly thoughtful one. Despite not wishing to delve deeply into magic after years of what doing so had done to her, on the rare occasion, she still did. She had still been so very determined to see her father's research come to fruition. She doubted he would have been particularly impressed by how she'd come to use his studies to her advantage, but in the end, maybe it was only that they were used at all. Some blend of fel and alchemy, at that.

In her botanical studies and years of experimentation, though she'd not been capable of fully replicating the effect on humanity's biological matter, she had realised that not only was fel capable of healing properties, she had developed a way, at least minimally, to place plant life in states of repose—a quiet slumber in which they would not age. Of course, that had also meant a flower that had not yet bloomed would not do so until she had removed the state or advanced it manually.

To her, the concept was profound. Applying it to a bracelet that represented what could have been, what might one day still come to be, a friendship of sorts, the state of repose seemed only too appropriate. One day, if she and Tinnaire could become close, then Laeynna would lift that and allow the bracelet to become all its potential had made it out to be.

Hope gripped at her heart. She prayed, though she wasn't a woman of faith or religion, that perhaps it might have done the same for a very special woman within a very special set of circumstances.

Mentions: @kharrisdawndancer

(Thanks, @saltsparkle!)

[lilyofporcelain]

For Laeynna, Ankalei, or anyone else on my roster.

(I'll be sending out questions after work!)

Anon-Day!

~ Ask my my character anything you want ~ Confess something you would never say to my their face ~ Send them an anonymous letter ~ Give them unsolicited advice you think they need ~ Tell them one thing you like about them ~ Tell them one thing you hate about them ~ Tell them your favorite memory of them

Anything is welcomed on Anon-Day, as long as it’s on anon!

[lilyofporcelain]

"What brings you solace when the night is long?"

Peridot eyes looked out into the darkness from where she posited herself. Sitting on a stool, she leaned heavily on the counter sharing island space with the apartment kitchen. A dark bottle of red wine was placed off to the side and she'd lost count of how many times she'd poured a little into her glass. All she knew was that it neared empty the last time she'd reached for it.

There was a point at which the mind became both an amalgamation of mush and a place that she fell into where she gave everything too much consideration and too much thought. Sometimes she did her best thinking when she was more than a few glasses in. Simultaneously, those were sometimes the same ones where she did her worst thinking.

Had she always struggled with confidence? Yes. She thought so. From her youngest years when she learnt of history and magic, of oral diction, and how important it was for her to demonstrate social eloquence and grace. To impress. To stand out. To be beautiful and perfect and desirable. She hadn't ever believed she was any of those things. She still didn't. So much of what she'd done back then had been pretending. Being the person others expected her to be, whether it was parents or potential marriage candidates.

Casting her gaze down, she watched painted nails tap at the base of her wine glass, the familiar sound echoing moments longer between her ears than it should have. When she decided to spend more time in Quel'thalas, she'd told herself that she didn't want to wholly pretend. When she met the varied gaggle at Fancy Cakes, that feeling was strengthened. But she had worried then.

What if they thought she was boring? What if she came off a dullard? What if people thought she was weird? What if she simply didn't fit in?

Ducking down, her other hand lifted and she supported her chin in the palm of her hand. She still worried about that as well, though she had been decisive in showcasing who she was, which meant revealing some of her vulnerabilities and her insecurities in tandem with trying to express her genuine interest in the lives of those around her, most oft which felt as though it landed on deaf ears. What did they call it when one stood in a crowd, but felt remarkably alone? How did that even make sense?

What am I doing wrong, she thought, a gentle furrow to her brow. Is there a way for me to... do it right? Maybe I am trying too hard? Maybe I should just stop trying?

It wasn't like she could ask anyone. If she did, she would come off as needy. She felt bothered by some of the words that had been left with her the last time she'd gone. Enough that it didn't take much for her to make an abrupt and terse departure. Enough that she didn't want to go back. When she felt like that, it was annoying, because she wanted to not care, but the problem was that she did care what they thought of her, because they were people she wanted to be closer to. They were people that she had actively tried and tried again to form some kind of remote rapport with.

Fingernails tapping again, she realised she felt pathetic. And even more annoyed at that.

I hate that you are my only friend. She frowned heavily at her glass of wine before she drained it. How do I make friends. Maybe I am just not capable of it.

She had fallen in too deep. All she wanted to do was drown in that cosy sea of velvet red. When she found herself genuinely bothered by life, by her own failings, by her own existence, she thought it was her only way out. It sure felt like it was her only way out.

Pathetic.

(Thank you, @resolutedefender!)

[lilyofporcelain]

What does your heart look like?

Did these for some of my characters!

Thanks for the tag, @safrona-shadowsun! ♥♥

In lieu of tagging anyone specific, if you want to take it for your character(s), you can do so here!

(I will say that they all seem fitting per the character except Soryk's. His is more like what he wishes it was, but won't ever admit to.)

For Laeynna —

iced over, out of the sun

Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

—-—-—

For Belidrae —

broken, missing pieces that once were there

Your heart has been torn before, chipped and maybe even shattered. Some pieces will never be recovered, and you are shaped by the loss. But it can still be shaped into something tangible, something good, even with its flaws and imperfections. You don’t have to do all the work of rebuilding by yourself. Allow other hands to leave their fingerprints on the new heart you create from the remnants.

—-—-—

For Ankalei —

a guiding, golden light

Just because you cannot see your own heart doesn’t mean that others can’t. Your heart is blinding, captivating, a fire so bright that others can’t bring themselves to look away. It illuminates the path they follow and cements you as a guiding star for their own wayward hearts. Every experience you’ve lived through has built your lighthouse heart up just a little higher. You are inspirational, a light that doesn’t go out.

—-—-—

For Soryk

a tangled ball of red strings

Who are you without the company of others? You aren’t sure, but you know that you aren’t fond of whoever it is. You are an actor, a pretty face and a pleasant song. Many idolize you, or love you, but you can never be sure of how sincere it is. Your heart is buried under the letters they leave you, sealed with a kiss. It can’t be untangled from the red strings they’ve attached to you. You deserve to find something, someone, true and faithful to hold your heart in place. You don’t have to be everything to everyone.

[lilyofporcelain]

TMIT for Laeynna:

Do you have a place that you would like to take a romantic getaway to?

"Suramar."

Laeynna had answered it so quickly that it was, perhaps, evident that she had given it a lot of thought. A woman who tended to think very carefully about most things she said, how she said them, the words in which she was inclined to make use of, a quick answer from her was either something she was incredibly certain of, or likely to be very dangerous.

Fortunately, in this case, it seemed to be the former.

"I have not gone oft, mayhaps only once or twice," she began thoughtfully, looking wistful and distant. "But I love that it is dark and full of passionate colours. I sometimes think if I went, I might never return." A small little tug at the corner of her mouth was provoked at the possibility and the self-deprecating thoughts that lingered in the back of her mind. "It is a long journey by traditional methods, however, when one is not making use of portals. I should think that visits to Suramar are an unrequited experience for me. Although if one day I should disappear, perhaps that is where I will run to."

( Thank you, @nahisummerhold! )