#caoryy

Caoil would sometimes send friends or associates a letter covered in dirt and viscera form her travels, looking as if it had been crumpled into a ball and unfolded on more than one occasion. So the first hint that something had gone wrong came when Skoryy received a letter that was neatly folded and delivered to him in an envelope by a courier instead of Snow.

A breath of relief could be had when the contents revealed Caoilhain’s handwriting, messy but serviceable. 

My Dearest Love,

I’m sorry I’m such a negligent writer. Every moment we are apart you are in my thoughts. I miss you and I wish you were here. It’s cold here in Thunderhead and I could use some of your warmth.

As always there is a portion of what I am doing that must be kept secret. Some of this I am sure you’ll learn in more detail in the coming days. Suffice to say the latest endeavor of the Commander did not go well and the future is uncertain. We may have lost our best chance at defeating Kralkatorrik. The situation is grim. Perhaps even hopeless. Perhaps this is the end.

I told others to think carefully about how they spend the next few weeks and I know that this letter will not keep you as warm at night as I could. At first I considered going home. if the world is to end there is no side I would rather be at than yours. Yet, there is a reason this letter is arriving at our doorstep rather than my person. 

I wish I was with you because I am so very frightened but I couldn’t sit and wait to die and we both know it. So here I stay trying to keep up morale, choking down terror, hoping that against all odds we can direct those remaining towards something that will save us all in the 11th hour. I stay here thinking and dreaming of you in those rare moments when I have nothing else to do.

I thought in one of those moments, and I believe it in the depths of my heart, that whatever happens I will find you again. I will find you anywhere, everywhere. There is no force in this universe strong enough to stop me from reaching you.

You are the brightest light of my life and this place is dimmer for its lack of you. If I never get the chance to say these words to you again in person let this letter immortalize for you how very much I love and treasure you. You who has been with me through every trial of my life and is with me here now in my heart giving me the strength to keep putting one foot in front of the other. You have made my every moment brighter, happier and more powerful.

You are shining through me in each kind word and brave action. I am my best possible self and you are no small part of that. You are the stars in my night sky. You are the sun on my skin. You are the gentle, soothing breeze on a hot summer day. When I wake in terror, thoughts of you are the ones that soothe me most. I might have lived without you but it would not have been a life so vibrant and worth living. I’m sorry that I didn’t come home to say this. That I advised others to be with their loved ones while I stayed here, away from you. My most beloved.

I love you more than life itself and we will have a future together. I won’t give up on that.

Forever Yours

Caoilhain

Been workin on some Gw2 RPs whilst preparing for interviews and whatnot.

 I’m gonna take the easy way out and only do those who have actual ships I RP 

Caoryy (Caoilhain and Skoryy)

Ultimately the answer is no because you could never convince Caoilhain that she and Skoryy are not better off together. The only manner in which she’d leave Skoryy to save his life is by sacrificing herself to an enemy so she wouldn’t have to live without him afterwards.

Dreamdancer (Reese and Treis)

Unfortunately self-marytyrdom is a pretty ingrained character trait so Reese absolutely would cut off ties if she believed it would be better for Treis in the long run. After all, she quietly pined after Karina for years but would do nothing because DUTY and HONOR prevented it. This has a lot to do with Reese conceptulizing her identity and sense of worth around serving others. Therefore matters of tradition, service and idealism would come before matters of feelings.

At which point I’m sure Treis would tell her to stop being a drama queen and that she is a strong independent cat-woman who makes her own damn decisions.

The Asters (Margaret and Gregory Aster)

Margaret is extremely selfish, divorce would be a hassle and it would hurt their working relationship. Gregory is a giant pushover. Therefore, absolutely not, never.

On the other hand, Gregory would totally leave if Margaret’s machinations and antics threatened the well-being of their kids. But otherwise, complete pushover with no agency of his own.

Evelyn and Markus (and maybe Darcy wank wonk)

Evelyn certainly would but she would only go about doing so in extremely self destructive ways so that she could be left by you instead and her worldview can remain in tact. This is, in fact, that manner in which most of her dalliances go.  These many short lived dalliances are probably how she is trying to drive Markus away as well. Ev’s extreme swagger is inversely proportional to her actual self-confidence. She is a piece of shit and you can always do better.

Markus maybe. He’s a helper and he’s GOT to help. He would absolutely risk a relationship if he truly believed that it would help, but I don’t think that he would leave so much as accept the severance of a bond if he went too far. The lengths to which he can be willing to go to keep someone he cares about safe reach and exceed serious breeches of trust if he truly believes it to be the best course of action in preserving their well-being.

If danger or necessity was truly pressed upon him I think he could give up even someone he loved very much but otherwise he’d want to stay and try and solve whatever issue together.

Kate and her generic fantasy

Sometimes she worries that he might never return at all. Sometimes she wonders if she has lost him now. If he will pick them over her. If their recklessness will rip him away. If omnipresent forces that have nothing to do with them will separate them forever. She is full of these idiosyncrasies and insecurities.

So she presses her lips to his forehead, his cheekbones, his nose. It is a silent prayer, beseeching devotion. There is no other god worthy of her praise.

Come back to me.

His hands wrap around her waist, pulling her closer and tighter. The same answer as before: