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► Are you single ➔ “Of course not.”

► Are you happy ➔ "I..yes.”

► Are you angry? ➔ "I am often angry, though it is more a simmering rage at this point.”

► Are your parents still married ➔ "Sylvari do not have parents, though I suppose if we consider who I once referred to as ‘mother’ and ‘father’ the answer would be sadly no.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ "The Grove.”

► Hair Color ➔ "My fronds are black.”

► Eye Color ➔ “Green”

► Birthday ➔ "The 34th day of Colossus.”

► Mood ➔ "At the moment or my general mood? You need to be more specific. Though I suppose at the moment I am... quite all right.”

► Gender ➔ “Female.”

► Summer or winter ➔ "Winter is more pleasant to me.”

► Morning or afternoon ➔ "Morning, I suppose. But I prefer the night.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ ”Yes.”

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Certainly not. Lust, yes, but not love. That takes time.”

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “That is a complicated question..”

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “Yes.”

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “No.”

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “I have, actually.”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “I have had a few that I have caught.”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “...Yes.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Why choose just one?”

► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Cats.”

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ "A few best friends is more difficult to be betrayed by, but regular friends hurt less when they turn on you.”

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “A wild night in.”

► Day or night ➔ “Night.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Not that I can recall.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Yes.”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Often.”

► Wanted to disappear ➔ “..Yes. And I am quite good at it.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “..Eyes.”

► Shorter or Taller ➔ “I am a tall woman, so I prefer my partners to be either my height or taller.”

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ “I would not give up intelligence simply because someone is attractive, so they must be intelligent. However, they do not necessarily need to be attractive to anyone but myself, do they?”

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “I have never really been one for meaningless hookups.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “..No.”

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “Perhaps.”

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “Several times.”

► Have you ever been kicked out ➔ “...In a way.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “My friends? No..”

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Hm..”

► Who is your best friend ➔ “I dare not say.”

► Who knows everything about you ➔ “I don’t know anymore..”

"You can trust me."  "Then, trust me. Really." "If you set your trust in me."  "I trust you with my everything." "You'll just have to trust me." 

Trust

Me

Trust

You

Trust was such a strong word. Genovelin laid in silence, her body hidden under the blankets that covered her bed. The bed she was to share with her husband. The light of morning was beginning to force its way through the blankets, but the darkness and solitude was still enough to trick her body into continuing its pulsing green glow. Gleaming eyes stare intently at a pair of rings on her left hand that glinted in the dull light sources. A blackened thumb brushes against the rose carvings, the twisted vine they were nestled against..it then brushed against a matching ring, though this one was carved with thorns instead of roses. It was too big for her ring finger, but she managed to keep it on with the other ring. She frowned, bringing the rings to her lips and closing her eyes. For several moments, in the silence of her bed chamber, there is an overwhelming sorrow in her empathy. It burned like ice, like frostbite, like death. Her body shuddered, she curled up on her side with her arms coming up over her head as if to shield herself away from the world. Her breath quickened, she very nearly hyperventilated, but after minutes of struggle she won out. She calmed, she relaxed.

Trust me, he said.

She trusted him..had he not trusted her? She had told him he could...

They had promised no secrets. That was something they agreed. They were bonded eternally, they trusted each other, there would be no secrets. She kept none from him.

Why did he keep them from her?

Did he think she would react poorly?

Did he not trust her?

With a heavy sigh she sat up in bed, her glow fading and her eyes squinting against the sunlight filling the room. A glare was cast toward the window, her head shaking.  "You are as infuriating as him," she muttered just as a knock came to the door. A reminder she was not alone in the home.

"It still hurts so much, Wahid. How long is it going to hurt?" "Forever, it never really fades. That loss. But, it's up to you if it strengthens your resolve or leaves you a shadow of who you once were." "How did you do it..?" "I am still grieving. But, I remember them. I recall the best of times. I bask in the warmest memories. They took a piece of me with them. But, I carry on because I must. I must be the person they loved, even in their absence."

The best of times..

"You can call me a nickname if you'd like, or I can give you my name." "Lavender." "Lavender? Why that?" "You smell good. That, or Lilac. "  "I smell like roses!"     "Hey, it's my nickname. I could call you Rafflesia instead." "You wouldn't dare!"

"Will you watch the stars with me? " "I will."

"You are the moon."

"Could I someday be your queen? Your Goddess? You could become my King or my God, perhaps?" "You are my Goddess. I am your God."

"How was it? Dying?" "Dying? Ehn..I imagine actual death may be much more satisfying." "Forever...and always." The constant I love yous, the tender moments, watching the stars, being chased by him, laughing with him. Being in his arms. Looking into his eyes. Feeling him. His passion. His pain. His love. His lust. His power. His strength.

Genovelin now sat in a garden, her back pressed against the stone wall and her knees hugged to her chest. She gazed up at the sky, her head tipped back against the stone.

But, it's up to you if it strengthens your resolve or leaves you a shadow of who you once were.

She frowned, lowered her head, and looked to her surroundings. A shadow of who you once were.

"Act with magic. Act within reason. Act without mercy."

She would fix this. She had to. She had to fix this. She could fix this.

She was no longer in the garden, she was instead hidden among the trees of a forest. The dull heel of a tall boot settled around a branch, a hand curls around another branch to keep herself supported as she slowly contorted and shifted among the leaves. It was a slow descent from the branches toward the unsuspecting Sylvari below her, but without a cry of warning the woman suddenly dropped down upon the being, a dagger in hand that slammed down into their back as the pair dropped together to the ground. Terror filled the air, an empathy of fear and despair that danced and mingled with one of joy and excitement, an erratic buzzing of glee and malice, until the second empathy disappeared.

Trust me.