#phantine weatherlight

[walkinthemists]

‘Nothing is worse than a fear you cannot name.’ 

- Cornelia Funke

[edwinxerathi]

😍 Elizabeth Olsen :D

Oh my!

[breakfast-inquiry]

Zombie Whore

The dead rising is not uncommon.

But what is uncommon is the dead not actually being dead, only to come back out of ‘hiding’ less than a month later!

Phantine Weatherlight, former whore at Sister’s in Sin, presumed dead. They even had a funeral for her!

Despite being DEAD and all, I saw Phantine last night, chatting up everyone in the Cathedral Square like it was nothing! 

NOTHING!

Anyone who had good reason to fake their death wouldn’t be spouting off about how there was a “long story” and “would rather certain people not know you’re alive” in the middle of the Square. This coming after Phantine spoke to another about how she decided to change her career from whore to knight because of her father.

They would be a lot more secretive, or at least change their name if they came out in public. No one can be THAT stupid. I refuse to believe it.

Therefore, Phantine must have had a stupid reason to fake her own death if she so quickly ‘comes back to life’ and all but yells it from the rooftops.

Attention? Too scared to quit her job? Boredom?

None of the above are good enough reasons to have your friends mourn for you.

Phantine, there are far better ways to get attention than to fake your death.

- Miss B.

[ @phantine-weatherlight ]

[the-wolfs-raven]

Loss

The news had come to her that Saturday.  The day they were set to bury her.  It would have taken little effort to travel to Mistfall, but her heart would not survive the ceremony.

She should have stayed.  For all the trials and heartache that come with losing a child...she should have stayed.  There was a certain feeling of responsibility.  Of guilt.  It weighed heavily against her chest as she walked along the seaside bank.  

That day was warped in her mind along with the seemingly endless bad news that followed.  She’d been with the elf.  They’d been okay.  And she’d been asked to fetch Sayssia to make sure everything was okay.  She hadn’t even gone back into the room to say goodbye.

She never has the chance to say goodbye.

The next she’d heard of Phantine was the news of her lost child.  The night had been so full of energy until that moment and it would seem the world had crashed down around her.  But Phanny was strong.  She was strong and had so many around her who cared for her.

She’d be fine.

She’d have to be fine.

Ivory fingertips smoothed out the crumpled missive, passing over ‘Phantine‘, ‘funeral’...She knew-knew-Phantine’s loss.  She should have stayed.  She should have been there for her.  She never should have left her side.  Maybe she could have stopped it.  Had her focus on something else.  Anything else.

Tears slipped down her cheeks and a gasp escaped her lips as the bit of paper was wrenched away by the wind.  She should be there.  The others would be hurting.  Say...Susan...Lel...Was she abandoning them too?

Violet eyes fluttered closed as her chest tightened.  She couldn’t go back.  There were too many memories.  Too much pain.  What once was a bastion of comfort, a light in her ever darkening world, had become tainted by loss.  A friend-practically a second daughter-lost to death.  A lover lost to circumstance.  All the sense of peace that the Sisters once gave her now plucked harshly at her ever-worn heartstrings.

A bundle of mageroyal was gathered in her satchel.  The vibrant flowers grew strong even in the harsh Barrens.  They reminded her of Phanny.  That bright, shining light that wielded a smile like armor to protect those around her.  Who defended her loved ones with her words as well as her sword.  Who pushed through loss and trials that would have crippled most.

“Rest now, child...May you find peace.”

She choked down a sob and released the flowers into the wind, glimmering eyes overflowing as the red petals drifted out to sea.

“Goodbye, Phanny...I’m so sorry...I wish I could have shown you just how loved you were...”

@phantine-weatherlight

@sayssia-wra @poncystufftolookit @susan-gampre for mentions

[bloodmagicandwiring]

Promises promises.

Ghost sat at the edge of his bed. His usual attire exchanged for a pair of slacks, and a t-shirt. He stared out the window of his small home in Pandaria, staring over the vast openness of Half-Hill. In his lap, his revolver, Mercy, rested, handle gripped tightly. "Stupid girl." He whispers to the morning air. His expression was that of stone. Hardly any tells to show his state of mind, but it was all a well trained farce, for his mind grieved a dear friend.

The pistol raised from his lap, the center of the barrel tapping lightly against the side of his head. "What were you thinking. Did you not listen to a word I said, or did I simply get to you too late for you to hear it?" He raised his hand, pointing the gun at the window, towards and open, cloudless sky. "Rest well friend." He pulled the hammer back, and fired. The single gunshot echoed into the day, spreading out into the hills. "May your next life find you better fortune."

The older man blew the smoke from his gun and stood up. He cracked his neck and walked to a nearby closet. "Black it is then."

@phantine-weatherlight

[susan-gampre]

A in-depth drawing of the sweet little Phantine! @phantine-weatherlight! There you are doll! 💋💋

[trisaster-the-blaster-blog]

Flaws and Merits: Trisine!

Tagged by: No one specifically

Tagging: @phantine-weatherlight @caterinaprimrose @miss-breakfast @astromancer-two @paladerp @downghostsbarrel @auroryn-dawnsworn

↳   bold what applies to your muse! ↳   repost!  don’t reblog!

╳   Flaws

moody  |  short-tempered  |  emotionally unstable  |  whiny | controlling  |  conceited  |  possessive  | paranoid |  liar impatient   |  cowardly  |  bitter | selfish |  power-hungry greedy  |  lazy  |  judgmental |  forgetful  |  impulsive spiteful  |  stubborn  |  sadistic  |  petty  | unlucky

♔   Merits

honest |  trustworthy |  thoughtful  |  caring  |  brave patient |  selfless  | ambitious | tolerant |  lucky intelligent |  confident  |  focused | humble  | generous merciful  | observant | wise  | clever | charming

[katianny]

A moment of emotion..

Kat sighed, leaning against a tree as a new star shone in the night, one of another lost beloved. When will it end.. When will I stop losing those I love.. She clenched her fist as a tear rolled down her cheek, her fur becoming damp as it fell.

Slowly she slid down the tree, her lips quivering, pulling her knees in. Why did you leave.. Why did you run from those who cared.. Why did you let yourself fall so far?

She clenched the grass beneath her as she stared at the new light, crying in silence. I can't do this without you.. You were so strong.. What happened? Her head lowered slowly as she cried until she couldn't any longer. She slowly got up, her face without emotion. Kat wiped away the tears, and shuffled away with a weak movement.

@phantine-weatherlight

[safrona-shadowsun]

"Make me come"

3 LITTLE WORDS…

“I’m less a travel agent as I am a courier unfortunately, madam,” the elven lady importer spoke from the shelter of her red velvet hood, drawn into mingling with a new face, “and I couldn’t trouble you to visit or follow where I’m set to deliver. Few actually like doing the delivering, after all. But I can tell you that Eversong vineyards have produced some of oldest, best wines in Azeroth, and the ever-spring wood is a sight to behold…”

“One woman of wanderlust to perhaps another, yes…?”

{ @phantine-weatherlight }

[archrelena]

Project 365 Day 0

((I have been challenged by my lovely wife @ladysaraholt to write something every day for 2018. I’m probably going to die in the process but here we go. Item 1 to come on New Year’s Day...wish me luck.))

@ladysaraholt @phantine-weatherlight @householt @scarlett-the-courtesan

[waroftwowolves]

💭💭💭💭

“Surprisingly generous, and a lover of tattoos, even if they aren’t hers. I was surprised when she offered to pay for me to get a tattoo from Tomen. I wont let her, of course, but it was still surprising.”

“Phantine is a paladin of personality. She speaks her mind and isn’t afraid to assert her presence, jokingly or in all seriousness. I have to admit it was very amusing to watch her back Tomen into a planter. Even if it did result in the sudden jest of men losing their balls. Thankfully I walked away still intact.”

“I havent spoken to her in some time, and I  hope she is doing well. Though I think when we spoke she didn’t quite understand what a sellsword was. I hate the word mercenary but I might have to use it. She’s a good girl and deserves good things. A good friend too.”

@phantine-weatherlight

[walkinthemists]

MY BABY GIRL! AHH... 

Done by the incredible and amazing Zoratrix. 

Update: You can find Zora here! @art-zoratrix

[edwinxerathi]

Ұ ~because I wanna see just exactly how this would work

Edwin watched the woman seemingly melt down not to far from him. He had looked around, noticing not many others were around. He hadn’t met her yet, but he knew she was employed by his boss. He approached her slowly, a gentle hand coming up to her shoulder from behind. “I know ya don’t know me yet, but c’mere.” He’d pull the woman into a reassuring hug, allowing her to obscure her face in his shoulder so no one would see the tear stained face. He held her there as long as she needed, lending his ear to her.

[warlund-blackfyre]

💭💭💭 Can't wait to hear this.

“Who?”“I haven’t met her, but it sounds like she’s a worshipper of the Light-damned Church.”“A paladin’s righteousness is a funny thing, don’t you think? They replace tyranny with benevolence—as if one is so different than the other. They both serve a similar function.”@phantine-weatherlight

[the-wolfs-raven]

A Life Worth Living

(This is the first part of a lengthy storyline that may eventually involve a D&D type event in-game.  I’ll be sure to keep updates here for whatever goes on! I want to involve more people and, as usual, I am always looking for advice from lore-junkies!)

Music - Brown Fox Inn - Derek & Brandon Fiechter

Nights in Ratchet were indescribable.  The ocean air was crisp in the quiet breeze, and the gatherings of folks in the taphouses and casinos were muted in the darkness.  She could hear them though, clear as day, the merrymaking and occasional brawls.  It was peaceful in its own way as she gazed out from the rickety window.  The gaudy, printed curtains flapped silently against the sill and the docks were alight to her.  Whereas a human may have seen shadows rustling in the dark, she saw the sailors and merchants, closing up for the night or heading towards one of the dens of vice along the wharf.  For all that she had despised in being half-bred, there were certain benefits that never sullied with time.

A smile crept onto her lips as she spotted a pair of goblin sweethearts below.  She recognized the male.  He’d recently bought a very expensive bottle of rum from one of the nicer taverns.  Apparently, he’d had the whole night planned out for the pair of them.

That’s right...The holiday was soon to come to a close.  She was certain they were not the only ones out tonight.  She adored this time of year.  The flowers, the candles.  From courting couples to long-married spouses, she had always loved to watch the people enjoy themselves.  Though she had spent every year alone, she always set a date for herself with a good meal and a fine glass of wine.  And, of course, flowers and scented candles.

She went all out for herself, as it should be.

A shadow over the moon caught her eye.  A strange cloud that seemed to come out of nowhere on the otherwise clear night.  She rested against the window, watching it for several minutes.  Despite the breeze, it did not move.  And it did not take a wise soul to realize that it was not a simple cloud.

It was small and unintrusive, but she began to feel watched.

Music - Conquest of Antaria - Position Music

Upon the shore stood a pale elf clad in silver silks.  Wickedly beautiful with snow-white hair and soft, inviting features.  Every lock was perfectly in place, draped around her shoulders or braiding around her head, and adorned with shimmering gems.  The thin garments clung to every supple curve and a pair of pink lips were curved up into a familiar smirk.

Anyone passing by might have seen a goddess.  An ageless beauty older than the sundering of the world.  She was as a siren on the sealine, bending the will of men to her own with a single glance upon her ethereal form.

Truly she was heaven on earth.  The long-seeded desire of the mortal realm.

Truly to all, she was euphoria.

Save for the maiden in the window sill.

Eyes, black and deep as the Void fixed upon violet ones.  A promise, a threat, taunting her from the distant shore.  How had she come back?  How was she once again able to manipulate her form?  Memories came flooding in from the last time she had confronted her mother.  On the advice of Ratharius Lichbourne, she had reversed the flow of magic, siphoning enough from Shalandrala to render her weakened.  Unable to hide.  Or so, she had thought.  That vile, Fel-tainted being that had stood before her was worlds away from the celestial woman below.

With a heavy thump, her heart caught in her chest and the world went quiet.  She found herself unable to breathe as the world spun around her.  Was this her plan?  To strike at her weakest?  To strain her heart to near-death then, what...offer a bargain?  A mercy of an end to an existence full of strife and heartache?

Tarvasha broke her gaze.  Closed her eyes and turned inward.  She was not going to be standing much longer if something wasn’t done.  But what?  Up til now, she had relied on sheer force of will to keep herself moving.  Every irregular heartbeat was tiptoed around by slowing her pace and calming herself with teas and hot baths.

And yet, on this brink, she found herself cynical.  The world would not slow with her death.  There was no guarantee that her mother would gain anything from it.  Would anyone even miss her?  She had friends, certainly, but none she was particularly close to.  The men she had loved had filled the space she once occupied.  Even her own daughter was distant, as though she were a stranger.

Tears crept down her face at the angry, intrusive thoughts.  She had lost her husband to circumstances she had little control over.  She had found a place in the arms of another who would have just as easily filled it with someone else.  Places she had once sought comfort in now held only memories.  Taunting her with what-ifs and a future that was never to be.

There was no happy ending for her.

Just as her mind became overwhelmed with sorrow and angst, a light glimmered at the corner of her subconscious.  Words, memories from happier times, began to slowly illuminate the darkness.

Music - The Voice - Celtic Woman

“Hey, folks! Can I have a moment of your time, please!  She said YES!“

It seemed as though the grin hadn’t slipped from his face for over a week.  He called out the news in the middle of a crowded restaurant.  He was so excited...

”I told you I would be here for you, didn't I? And so here I am. I do care about you a great deal, enough to open my home to you when I rarely do that for anyone.”

That day she had stolen him away somewhere quiet, keeping him from the stress of the brothel and trying to ease his tired mind.

“You're my guiding light.”

Phanny...She had found her Light again.  All she had needed were a few kind words.

”Why do you hide such beauty?....Why do you hide yourself?  Damn everyone who thinks differently but you are an amazing woman."

Calphin was so angry all of the time, but he softened as they compared scars and told stories.

“Thank you, Ma.”

The Madame hadn’t realized what she had said.  But it was endearing nevertheless.  Her befuddlement had brought a smile to her lips.

She remembered all of the happy faces in her shop.  The excited merchants at the market eager to sell their wares.  The cheers of the audience as she danced for the Sisters.  The excited faces thankful for gifts.

Glowing eyes shot open as she gripped the window sill, the heavy pounding in her chest a painful indication of life.  But a life, it would seem, she once again found worth fighting for.  Her head ached as she scanned the shoreline.  The elf was gone.  Had she even been there to begin with?

A glimmer of light caught her eye and she glanced down to the crescent moon shining brightly on her palm.  It was no dream.  No illusion. Her mother had been there.  The woman who drove her from her home, who threatened her loved ones, who has killed just to watch her suffer.  Who rendered her helpless throughout her short life.

Her gaze drifted to the moon.  The beacon of light above the darkness.

Tarvasha was born a tool, an instrument of magical power to further the knowledge of the highborne who mocked her very existence.  A failed experiment who drifted, searching for her place in the world.  Longing to be accepted.  She has allowed herself to be used.  To be stepped on and looked over.  To give up her own happiness for the rest of the world.

To those she loved, she would fight for.

To those who loved her, she would live for.

And for the first time in her life, the half-elf was completely and thoroughly pissed.

Mentions:  @jakefletcher @renlavaye @phantine-weatherlight @susan-gampre

[kanekuran]

Came for the personality and stay for everything. ♥

[ @phantine-weatherlight - D’aww thank you! ♥ Glad you enjoy :D ]