#luxguided

There was probably an easier way to deal with this injury than trying to sew himself up-- particularly since he had no idea what he was doing-- but he needed use of his arm again as soon as possible.

It was lucky for him that bone had not been broken in the process of the now-fallen monster tearing his forearm from his elbow. Otherwise, a quickly-gathered needle and thread would hardly be enough to return movement to his arm. Needless to say, with a lack of training and a lack of patience on his part, Malkhaz wasn't doing a very good job of it anyway.

❅—“Iｎ ｏｒｄｅｒ ｔｏ ｓｕｒｖｉｖｅ ｔｈｅ ｇｎａｓｈｉｎｇ ｏｆ ｉｔｓ ｔｅｅｔｈ…

               “Iu oɹpǝɹ ʇo snɹʌᴉʌǝ ʇɥǝ ƃuɐsɥᴉuƃ oɟ ᴉʇs ʇǝǝʇɥ…”  

     The Plaguelord hazarded a haunted glance towards the Sin’dorei. Lichfire hearths strained against the golden, gossamer air surrounded to those so treasured by the Light. The priest’s proximity scraped at his skin, and burned at the roots tethering his ruined eyes to his skull. Curiosity had bid him to endure far worse, before. And curiosity again, would stay Myrundíel’s saronite-clad feet, even when the San’layn’s instincts far preferred his thoughts to retreat like a pack of wild, craven dogs - leaving bone and teeth to settle the primeval contention between daybreak and nightfall. However, self-restraint was a vice he certainly lavished in, for himself, and he held still. Long, tapered claws flexed at the crowns of his fingertips, only once.

     The resulting suffering, was as always, a sweeter delicacy still.

    ❝Silence is but the prerogative of a Shadow...

         Memories, and nightmare alike arrive in perfect silence, as well. Shall I offer generous clarification, as to which I claim allegiance? Or have you come to me with the intention of deducing this greater query for yourself?❞

                                             —ｗｅ ｃｒａｗｌｅｄ ｗｈｏｌｅ,                                                         ‘ǝloɥʍ pǝlʍɐɹɔ ǝʍ

        the clashing of swords rang loud in her ears, blood streaked her pale features as bow cracked in her hands, splintering and falling to the dirt. the mirage was horrifying, making her wriggle in her sleep, the glass of water aside her cot dropping. assuming it shattered, a tingling ran up her arm -- it ached. realizing her true place, eyes shot open accompanied by a shout:

                “ [ elvish ] no! ”

                                 █ ▌◆ —— the civil wars lyrics sentence starters  █ ▌▐                                                                     @luxguided

She knew what had been done. She knew what he had said and all the things she meant. And yet Euanthe found herself sickeningly curious at the WORDS she heard him speak. Her day had not been grand and, to be frank, she held little reason to be working at all with the pain coursing through her body. Even as she felt herself approach him, her ordinary reactions to such a statement did not follow. She had not reached a hand out to lay upon his shoulder. Her mind did not attempt to make her act a fool or immediately turn to light-heartedness. The only recognition he would receive of her presence was a gentle breath that trembled under the weight on her shoulders. For a moment she had stopped herself from speaking, destined to believe she might very well misspeak once more. But with every attempt she had at this, she only expected to stay on eggshells. It was beginning to become a bad habit. Her only thoughts remained exposed to solve the problems that others had — including Remiel’s. And nothing dared stop her from doing just that. For she had no reason to hate him and to see him in strife always made her worry. Softly her throat cleared itself and she straightened herself out— that she might inquire of him clearly. 

     ❝What is it that ails you – ?❞      It was abrupt, but thoroughly concerned. Her intention was to add     ‘friend’ upon the end of her question as was her habit, but that had      been a precarious title. Euanthe held very little idea of what he      had considered her, but it had not been amiable. Such a risk      was not one she was willing to take. All she wished to do then     was to COMFORT him, be it he even allowed it.

Wide bright crimson eyes , and very exaggerated motions , boisterous tones and a impish smile.

Remiel isn’t asking just to give information to Renlir no no not at all #wingman

@sindxrei