Absinthe "Sin" Wheaton

I’d like to point people towards my new all-purpose GW2 blog for the majority of my characters, allowing me to add new ones easily in the future *eyeballs empty character slot* and making it easier for me to handle and respond to memes as well, Watch the Ledges (thanks, Pact Researcher Darrin, for the inspiration ;) )

Currently you’ll find Orpheus Roan, Aviator Aeviatrix, Severin Harcourte, Nyeela Iddaru, Vesper Wraithsong, Sin Wheaton, and two other very minor, now retired, characters there - the last six each currently have individual blogs, which will henceforth only be used to post notices saying HEY PLEASE FOLLOW ‘WATCHTHELEDGES’, so if you’re following any of them (Sev, Nyeela, Vesper, Sin, Simeon, Rhuan) please feel free to stop doing so.

From here on out I will only be maintaining separate blogs for 

Iludhra - http://theonlysongiknow.tumblr.com Eione Verrin - http://justafarmgirl.tumblr.com Auriane Spire - http://s-p-i-r-e.tumblr.com

If you’re interested, I’m also an administrator, along with the players of Liam Gale, Najat Aitani, and Delphine Saville, over at

A kiss from sullen lips of ashes will probably blow this whole winter away.

But something tells me this is just not real,  something tells me this smoke is here to stay It was supposed to be an endless day

Oh, that's what love it? Disappearing, sending presents sometimes, and showing up whenever you feel like it? That's love?  I've been wrong. So wrong.  You love yourself, Gale. You love your ship, and your Stormsinger, and your reputation, but you don't love me.

You're right. I love myself. I love Lu. I love money. I love stupid girls who accept baubles instead of time. I love girls who fall for everything.

So you don't love me.

I love myself. I love my ship. Mostly just myself.

We're genuinely and completely done with one another.

I can't live like this, as dramatic as it sounds. I can't wait for someone for almost two years.  I can't be ignorant of what he's doing and who he's with, and expected to remain happily here on shore with open arms whenever he wants to show up.

I want to be important to you, I told him, more important than anything else.

I won't compete for his attention. Mom taught me that, and Daddy backed her up: you hold yourself as precious and worthwhile, don't let anyone who disagrees into your life, and the person you're meant to be with will treasure you above all else (and then they'd get vulgar with each other, but that's mom & dad).  Liam and I could be like that.  I think.

But he has to show me I'm more important than the things that keep pulling him away: the sea, the ship, the Stormsinger, and the other ship. The last is the only thing he has to give up.  I won't ask a sailor to stop sailing.

Which is why I asked to join him.

When I'm on your ship, Liam, no one is allowed to treat me carefully. I'll pull my weight.  I'll contribute. But I won't answer to anyone but you - and that includes your Stormsinger.

I don't think he understands how terrifying that woman is.  She has one of the prettiest faces I've ever seen, but by far the coldest eyes I've ever faced.

And Liam agreed, held me close, smiled and kissed me, said he loved the idea, that he wanted to have me nearby and he looked forward to taking me on as part of the crew on his next outing.  

That was weeks ago.

I haven't heard from him since.