Month: January 2014

Home isn’t a place, it’s you.

Kaeth and Ana Eversong (4)

Forgive me if my appearance startles you. It’s still me.”

Dropping his cloak to the ground at his feet, out there in the woods, Ana had been a little confused for a moment, but only a moment, for as he disrobed further, her eyes were transfixed on his face, his eyes already changed from their usual glowing green to a violet hue now, his skin even darkening before her eyes. She didn’t move. Even if she’d wanted to, out of fear, she might not have been able to. Her legs wouldn’t budge, and so she just stood there, a little in awe at the sight of his transformation. She did startle and jump back a step or two at the sound of the loud and brutal sounding crack when the massive black wings burst from his back, beating a couple of times to stretch out the muscles.

Wide eyed, she covered her open mouth with her hand, horrified, yet still awed, unable to take her eyes off him, and his altered form. He stretched a now clawed hand out to her, and she noted that were he not in absolute control of himself in this state, he could apply just the wrong amount of pressure to her hand, should she offer it, and every bone would be shattered. But, she only hesitated a moment before stretching out her hand to him slowly. She trusted him.

That clawed hand would take hers and draw her close to him, wrapping her up in his massive and powerful arms, huge veins almost seeming as if they would pop out of the darkened skin itself and she looked at him for just a moment, thinking to ask him what was he doing, what was going on, but then her feet left the ground, both of theirs did and all she could feel was her arms around his neck, the cool night air blowing through her hair and the moonlight shining down on the two of them as if the moon were almost close enough to touch now.

What she wouldn’t give to fly now. She’d been walking for hours, so many she’d lost count. All she knew was that the sun had just been coming up when she’d set out from the estate and it had just set again over the woods. Exhaustion had set in long ago, and she was literally just putting one foot in front of the other to simply just get there. She wouldn’t stop until she was home. She could have taken one of the Hawkstriders stabled at the Order’s estate but it wouldn’t have felt right to do so. That, and she would have actually had to go to the stables to begin with, and she could have run into someone on the way out, and she hadn’t wanted a confrontation of any kind or to have to explain herself to anyone about why she was leaving again so soon, so she’d simply just left on foot. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Her only thought and focus had been on getting home.

By the time Ana actually reached the Stormblood house, her hand curling around the doorknob, she was ready to fall asleep where she stood. She wasn’t even sure when she tried the door if it would be unlocked or not. They’d not locked the door before, the demons guarding the house enough security that it was unnecessary, but still, maybe since she’d gone, Kaeth might have started locking it, or changed the locks even, to keep her out. But he wouldn’t actively try and keep her away would he? Now that she thought about it, how would he feel once he saw her again, what must he think of her now at all having just up and left him like she had. And suddenly, she paused, her hand still on the door, hesitating.

The door swung open, and there, as if it were any other regular night before it, was Ghaad, his head tilted up towards her, but he didn’t move right away as he normally would have before, bounding forwards, his claws clicking and scratching the polished floors before he rubbed himself against her legs. He seemed to be waiting. She wasn’t sure what for, so she simply spoke to him as she had before.

“Can I come in, boy? How long you been waiting there for, hmm?” And at that, the Felhound finally moved to the side, making those familiar clicking, grunting sounds of affection that she had been accustomed to, and she smiled, just a little, stepping into the hall, quietly closing the door behind her. The rest of the house was silent. Ana did wander around for a few minutes, but the place was oddly silent. There was no sign of Chobis, not even Eyla.

A little disappointed at not being able to see him right away, Ana sank down onto the bed in his, no, their room. It was still theirs wasn’t it? She wouldn’t know, not right now anyway without Kaeth home and as much as she wanted to sit there and wait for him all night, it was only a matter of minutes after she sat down on the soft familiar bed that her eyes felt heavy, and she kicked her boots off, before curling her legs up on the bed, resting her head on the soft pillows, allowing herself to fall into a long and sound sleep. She wasn’t sure whether she was dreaming or not, but at some point during the night, Ana heard his voice. He was there, standing beside the bed, looking down on her, the expression on his face stoic, giving away nothing as to any emotion he was feeling, if any, but his voice, when he spoke was a little softer than usual, or at least she imagined it was.

“I see you’ve found your way back…”he murmured, “I pray the shadows didn’t blind you too much, Miss Blackcrest.”


I’ll be your power, your strength


“Dearest Miss Blackcrest.  Flaw is nothing to be ashamed of.  One should only be ashamed of flaw if they do not conquer it.  You can come to me in thousands of pieces.  Mind, body and soul, and I will pick you up to put you back together as your wonderful self again.”

“I’m tired.  I’m tired of pretending I’m okay all the time.  I’m tired of being strong, because sometimes…I’m just not.  We’ve a lot to learn about each other don’t we?”

“If you trust me, you may lean yourself on me and I promise that I will be strong enough to hold the both of us up, proudly.  You’re no longer alone, you do not need to pretend to be something or someone you’re not.  Please, grant me the right to take care of you and hold you.  I’ll be your power, your strength, your fire.  As for the rest … perhaps there are many secrets and pages we’ve yet to read about each other, but this is another step closer to flipping yet another page, is it not?  Another passage for us to learn from, another sentence written beautifully.”

How could she ever forget those words?  He had meant them, had he not?  Kaeth had been many things, and had been perceived by others in as many different ways, and although those moments of heartfelt sincerity and caring had been few and far between, she had never felt as if he hadn’t meant a word of them.  He would have razed entire cities for her if she’d asked it, torn down anyone that caused her grief, or danger.  And she’d walked away from him.  Like a fool, a blind fool.

“He’s dangerous, Ana.”

“I don’t care.”

“You really believe he loves you?  That he wants what is best for you?”

“I do.  He does.”

“You’re blind.  Wake up and see this for what it is, Ana!  I’m begging you.  He’s no good for you.”

“He’s everything to me.”

“Please, Ana.  Please…”

“Mommy?  Why did you make Daddy sad?”

Ana startled, stiffening a little where she lay, squeezing her eyes closed.  Eyla wasn’t here, was she?  Slowly, she rolled over to face the edge of the bed, reaching out for the little girl as she did so, but her arms would reach for nothing.  She wasn’t there.  Maybe she’d been half asleep.  Maybe she’d just heard what she wanted to hear.  The little girl’s voice, news of Kaeth, any news.  She’d put everything out of her mind, or tried to, but if forced to admit it, she was desperately lonely for him, for their daughter, even for the demons that had roamed free in their home.

Their home.

What had she done?  Was there any going back?  What would he do or say if he saw her again, if she was to just turn up back at his door.  Would he take her back in, no questions asked?

“Why did you leave us, Mommy?”

Ana squeezed her eyes closed as tears began to fall, streaming down her cheeks onto the pillow underneath her cheek.  She couldn’t go back. She wouldn’t.  She’d made a promise …

What had she done?

“I miss you, “she whispered, the sheets balled up in one of her fists, “I miss you.”

On kissing

“There you are!  Did you even come home last night?”

An’ I’d told him, “O’ course!  ’Cept yer snorin’ was so loud ya never woulda heard a thing.”

“Well, I would certainly appreciate you leaving me some indication that you’re alive in the future, so I don’t have to hunt you down out of worry.”

He’d smiled when he said it, an’ I had t’ admit, it was kinda sweet, really.  Big ol’ shiny paladin worried ‘bout little ol’ me.  I been takin’ care o’ myself forever an’ ever.  But I guess he didn’t know that, so I promised I would, next time.  An’ so I did.

Mister Muggles got restless an’ wanted t’ go for a walk an’ I couldn’t sleep for all the snorin’ anyways, even with Mister Drim in the next room, so I slipped out o’ me bed an’ scribbled him a note.  I tiptoed into his room an’ was gonna slip that folded paper under his pillow, but I stopped t’ look at him an’ he was mumblin’ somethin’.  I creeped, creepin’, sneakin’, closer an’ closer as quiet as I could an’ I swear he said Miss Lylah, so I slipped th’ note in his hand instead, an’ even though I wrote in the note that I did it, I never was goin’ to, but then I did anyways.  I leaned over an’ kissed him real quick before I left.

Note to Drim

Never did go anywheres I’d planned on goin’ anyway an’ I found Mister Drim later that night, sittin’ all on his own in that dark bar in the Row.  He seemed happy enough t’ see me, thankin’ me for the note.  I swear he even blushed, though he denied it.  Silly man.

An’ maybe it was ‘cause o’ what I wrote in th’ note, ‘cause there really weren’t no other reason for it, not as far as I could see anyways, but he kissed me.  Not jus’ once, but twice!  I asked him why’d he do it an’ ya know what he said?

“You drive me insane.”

“Ya mean that in a good way, don’tcha?”

An’ he smiled again.  I told him th’ first time we ever met I’d make him smile again, I could make him happy, an’ he smiled a lot tonight, so guess that means I’m doin’ somethin’ right.

“Of course, you lunatic.”

I’m gonna kiss him some more, later, at least before he goes t’ sleep again.  I like him, an’ I guess he likes me, an’ this time … I’m not gonna do nothin’ bad t’ make him disappear.

On lonely men, and “borrowing” things

“I’d like t’ make friends all good an’ proper, Mister Black.”  I fluttered my eyelashes at ‘im the way I watch the ladies do in the city late at night in the bars talkin’ to all the drunk men, an’ to my surprise, it actually worked.  Silly silly.

“I don’t know what to say to that.”

“Alls ya have t’ say is yay or nay, or go ‘way.”  I giggled at him, an’ I sang him a song, then.

“Red an’ black looks good in the —”

“Looks good in the what, m’lady?”

I giggled at that.   I been called all kinds o’ things.  Crazy, loony, silly, but never ever never a lady o’ all things.

“Looks good in the SACK, silly!  Can’tcha know how t’ make songs an’ things?”

He was putty in my little hands. Y’see, it went to perfect plan.

Step 1:  Pretend to be lost an’ or lookin’ for somethin’.

Step 2: If’n they get suspicious like, pout, do that trembly bottom lip thing an’ look like yer goin’ to cry.  If they’re still not convinced, actually cry.

Step 3: Initiate physical contact while cryin’.  What man can resist a distressed woman sobbin’ on his shirt?  Not many, I can tell ya that from practice.

Step 4: Feign bein’ all homeless an’ stuff.  They’ll take ya home.

Step 5: Borrow all their shinies after they’re sleepin’ (Give them a good time or not dependin’ on how drunk or lonely they are.  It’s situational.)

Busy busy, things t’ do, things t’ do an’ people too!

On shiny new things


An’ this is how I went an’ got myself a new shiny toy.  Jus’ like Mister G, he agreed.  Now, this was no little green man I had t’ ply with promises o’ money an’ shiny things.  This one was all shiny an’ had his ownshinies.  All I had to do was look at ‘im, smile sweetly an’ ask nicely.  Funny, I never thought to jus’ ask fer somethin’ before.  Guess I just been used t’ jus’ takin’ what I want or playin’ tricksies.

“Be my friend, Mister.  I ain’t got none left.  All o’ mine done went an’ died an’ stuff.”

“I would love to be your friend, Miss Lylah.”

“Really, Mister Man?  Ya mean it?!”

“By my honor and the Light.”

On dead men coming back to life


“Mister Ceran, it’s really you!  Yer not… yer not dead!  Where’ve ya been?”

An’ he didn’t ‘member me, an’ he didn’t ‘member who he was, an’ he wasn’t even wearin’ anythin’ but an old pair o’ pants an’ his scars.  Even his eyepatch was missin’.  But then that coin, the one he used t’ flip all day every day fell outta that cleverly made mechanical hand o’ his an’ he ‘membered that at least.  The one with the Illidari symbol on it.  Guess that thing means more t’ him than anythin’ else.

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An’ then he found a map an’ we went on a long, long trip to Gilneas, that place that Miss Lady Blackcrest came from.  I heard o’ it before, but never went there ‘til I went there with Ceran Ceran, an’ we found a cellar where his things were an’ somethin’ ‘bout that room full of the smell o’ smoke an’ blood an’ tools o’ torture made him ‘member everythin’, even me.

“Now, tell me what happened to ya, Mister Ceran.  All o’ it, an’ who did what an’ why.  I’ll hurt ‘em, all o’ em for doin’ this to ya.”

“Let’s just say that a couple of warlocks had some legit reasons for wanting to know things that they shouldn’t.  About Kael and the Illidari.  But I told them nothing.”

An’ I knew that he meant they’d tortured him, an’ I was mad an’ wantin’ t’ hurt people again, but then he grinned an’ added.

“Some people are even more twisted than me.”

“I find that hard t’ believe!  But y’know.  I’m glad yer not dead.  How yer not dead is amazin’ since so many people hate ya, ya must be lucky, ya know?”

An’ then we left that place an’ everythin’ was right with the world again.  Almost.

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