#velithar

I’m going to admit that I’ve kept this in my mailbox so I can read it over and over. This expresses my heart’s desire when it comes to writing, that people feel, that it evokes emotion or touches something. Your words bless my heart in a way you couldn’t possibly know. I am humbled, genuinely. 

This is one of the best compliments I have ever had. Much love. <3

Honestly? A big one for him is his equipment. Even though he didn’t use it too much, Arandoros is particular about keeping his weapons and armor pristine and in good repair. If he lets someone see it, let alone touch it and examine it, he trusts them. It’s a memento of his father’s, after all.

Aran likes to flirt. Even when he’s in a relationship, he isn’t opposed to the idea of flirting with someone. Just for fun, and it would never go beyond casual words or comments. He’s faithful, he just enjoys his words.

Well, one is definitely the drink. He’s tried to stop altogether before; it used to give him a lot of troubles, both health-wise and socially. He loves his Dalaran Red and Pandaren whiskey.

Another demon is his aversion to magic. Ever since things went south and Lady Proudmoore decided to go bat-shit crazy and oust the blood elves, Aran’s had major problems with magic around him. He can’t use it, and if he’s within any reasonable distance from it, he has a less-than-pleasant reaction.

He’d never tell you that, but yay inner demons!

Lately, there have definitely been some occurrences that are making him contemplate it. He’s had a lot of people pass (really, who hasn’t?) but this stuff is affecting him directly. The prospect of dying is quite real, so...yeah, he has been having some.

“Honestly? That depends on the type of activity we’re talking about. Do you mean work, exercise, or something in between?” He smiled, slowly swirling his whiskey. “I’ll answer all three. For work, obviously I enjoy my blacksmithing the most. Though I’d have to admit, woodwork has gained my attention a good bit as of late.” He brought a finger up to scratch at his chin. “Exercise would have to be running. Feeling the wind in my hair, the exhaustion in my lungs after a couple miles..it’s intoxicating. As for the third...” He grinned, winking. “I’ll leave that up to the imagination.”