#pestering

WAKE UP, IT'S MY IMMORAL DAY!

MY INMORTAL DAY!!!!!!!!!

Seriously guys, cut this shit out. This is how I see you people every time my friends have to deal with your whining. Maybe I’m being “petty” and “childish” but idgaf.

He fears no demon, but that...*thing*...it scares him. Needless to say, but that little gremlin is gonna haunt his every dream. Mark my words.

it was based on the jungian archetypes

My Dearest Banshee,

I came to you with heart in hand and lips eager to taste the sweetness of yours. How enraptured I was, watching you command the stage, your every movement an exquisite symphony of grace and allure. Your garments clung to your form with a perfection so divine it stole the breath from my lungs, leaving me suspended in awe for what felt like eternity.

When the performance concluded, I was resolute, striding forward with an eager step, intent on claiming a moment with you. But alas, another reached you first. I saw the way he charmed you, the subtle flush that crept into your cheeks, the unspoken heat that danced between you. To my despair, you left with him.

I wept for hours—no, days. This letter has been rewritten countless times, the ink smudged by tears that refused to be restrained. The thought of another claiming you, even for a fleeting moment, gnawed at my soul. Yet still, I remain steadfast.

I pray to the Light that your coupling was but a passing weakness or a reaction born of fear in the face of devotion as unyielding as mine. I cannot, will not, surrender to despair. Though I watch from afar, my resolve remains. And when you are ready—when the truth of what we are meant to be calls to you—I will be here. You will have me, and I will have you.

Yours eternally, SD PS Have you received my photograph? If not a binder should arrive at your home within the next week.

Another of the notes arrived with the lip prints on the envelope, setting it aside as she dealt with storing the paperwork away from buying the house, and the two bids she received for her work on the bath and the kitchen. As she wanted to see what each had in mind for the work she wanted to do and felt that it would be good to use against one another as Sol had suggested, and was already planning on going through line items later. 

No one really understood that she had very little in personal funds, her mother’s money went to the nurses and whatever was needed in the summer house, the family money was being eaten away in the stewardship of the estate by her uncle, but she didn’t want to step in directly in it yet. Performing meant she could put things into savings, the inn was an expense she didn’t need, but buying something that was out of her price range or that would need someone to watch over it when she was gone, like a manor would, was right out of the question. 

Nahi had decided that she did have some estate money still, and she was the landholder, technically, so she used some of it to buy her house and the renovations. The furniture from Dalaran would have to do for now, maybe with her pay from the company she could buy some used furniture she liked that was more her style, for now she had arranged for basics to be brought in the next day. 

Once the meal of her work was done, the dessert of the letter could come next, the sugary text with its confection of flattery. There were moments in her life that she really was devastated by the fact that she couldn’t arch just one brow, and this was one of them, the note was the regular nonsense but the fact that he had seen her in Suramar was odd. Whenever she was working in the city she had been staying with the Viscount, his estate was so much better than her inn room, and the company was sexier too. 

Sure of how Jechampe would feel knowing someone was watching them, and how she felt after what happened with Kyean left her a little on edge about this, but she had so many fans send her odd things that, for now, she would just let the pup play. Once the box of photos came in she could figure out something, she could ask for help, maybe, but this wasn’t something she ws going to let anyone know about for now. “Selithar Duskblade, hmmm? Well, let’s how fast my biggest fan loses interest, or reveals himself for me to ensure he does.” 

i'm Alex, the toootally official records intern! my job duties are:

-paperwork. -pester -pester simmons :3 -more paperwork.

blog tags are as follows:

#da boss - simmons interactions

#pestering - you know what it is

#official records! - totally official reblogged record keeping :)

(pronouns are they/them or you'll be a were/was.)