Wednesday, April 23, 2014
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Every morning before he found that girl of his I’d see him come in while I was cooking breakfast and, when he didn’t think I was watching, let a real expression cross his face. The kid’s better than he thinks he is, better than all the stories I heard about his father being, but I catch it … that absolute longing when he looks at the difference between his breakfast - rice mush with pureed fruits and pureed nuts in it - and the eggs and bacon and toast I’m making for Galla and I. He covers it well, but I think he’s a much better liar than he’s letting on. Either that or he’s so much the eternal optimist it’s sick. Whatever happened to him in the army, whatever happened while he was stuck in Pandaria - and damn them for letting, no, for FORCING a kid into the army - it really messed him up physically and even the twice weekly healer visits are not really fixing it. Oh, they’re keeping him alive and relatively well, he’s even gaining a little bit of weight, but fixing it? I dunno … All I know is if he looks at his girl like he looked at those eggs she’s one lucky chick. 
~Vyladoril

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Every morning before he found that girl of his I’d see him come in while I was cooking breakfast and, when he didn’t think I was watching, let a real expression cross his face. The kid’s better than he thinks he is, better than all the stories I heard about his father being, but I catch it … that absolute longing when he looks at the difference between his breakfast - rice mush with pureed fruits and pureed nuts in it - and the eggs and bacon and toast I’m making for Galla and I.

He covers it well, but I think he’s a much better liar than he’s letting on. Either that or he’s so much the eternal optimist it’s sick. Whatever happened to him in the army, whatever happened while he was stuck in Pandaria - and damn them for letting, no, for FORCING a kid into the army - it really messed him up physically and even the twice weekly healer visits are not really fixing it. Oh, they’re keeping him alive and relatively well, he’s even gaining a little bit of weight, but fixing it? I dunno … All I know is if he looks at his girl like he looked at those eggs she’s one lucky chick. 

~Vyladoril

Monday, April 21, 2014
Gallaria stepped out of the shower, shivering slightly. Grabbing a towel, she held it up to her dripping body, hugging it. The fog created from the warm shower lifted in bursts of cloud, obscuring her view of herself in the mirror. With a slight scowl, the paladin dried herself off.
After she was sufficiently dried, Gallaria made her way out of the bathroom, making a beeline for the kitchen. A mug of still warm tea rested on the counter, of which she grabbed and sipped out. Her towel fell to the floor but the elf only ignored it.
Her mind was elsewhere. On Arunthil. On Vyladoril. Mostly on the dinner that Ravenwood was hosting. At least she thought it was the Coalition itself. She hadn’t been the one to open the invitation.
At least she wasn’t puking her guts out. So she would be able to eat. In theory. The thought of going up to Northrend made her stomach clench. A hand settled on her stomach. Gallaria shook her head. It felt too dangerous, even if it was only a social gathering.
Gallaria gave an angry huff. She was pregnant, not fucking helpless. She would not act like others she had witnessed as they went through the months of their own pregnancies. She was a warrior of the Light, not some lily-livered noblewoman.
Mind made up, the paladin finished off her tea and grabbed her towel off the floor. It was time to figure out what to wear to this ‘dinner party.’ With a slight scowl, she went to do battle with her wardrobe.

Gallaria stepped out of the shower, shivering slightly. Grabbing a towel, she held it up to her dripping body, hugging it. The fog created from the warm shower lifted in bursts of cloud, obscuring her view of herself in the mirror. With a slight scowl, the paladin dried herself off.

After she was sufficiently dried, Gallaria made her way out of the bathroom, making a beeline for the kitchen. A mug of still warm tea rested on the counter, of which she grabbed and sipped out. Her towel fell to the floor but the elf only ignored it.

Her mind was elsewhere. On Arunthil. On Vyladoril. Mostly on the dinner that Ravenwood was hosting. At least she thought it was the Coalition itself. She hadn’t been the one to open the invitation.

At least she wasn’t puking her guts out. So she would be able to eat. In theory. The thought of going up to Northrend made her stomach clench. A hand settled on her stomach. Gallaria shook her head. It felt too dangerous, even if it was only a social gathering.

Gallaria gave an angry huff. She was pregnant, not fucking helpless. She would not act like others she had witnessed as they went through the months of their own pregnancies. She was a warrior of the Light, not some lily-livered noblewoman.

Mind made up, the paladin finished off her tea and grabbed her towel off the floor. It was time to figure out what to wear to this ‘dinner party.’ With a slight scowl, she went to do battle with her wardrobe.

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Kissing the stubble on his neck, her new favorite hobby.

Kissing the stubble on his neck, her new favorite hobby.

5. It’s been awhile…

My last entry was full of doubt and a lack of trust in those I hold dear. A lot of that has disappeared. I had to force it away. Rather, it was forced away by both the news of my pregnancy and a confirming evening spent with Vyladoril. I love him. He proposed. I am getting married.

I know. Stop the presses. But I’m doing it my way and I don’t think my Farstrider will have a problem with that. He’s the type to turn tradition on its head as well.

I haven’t seen much of Jayyson lately. I know he’s beyond happy with Aura home. But…I miss our talks and our riding. And I still need to go through those records.

Arunthil has been quiet and that bugs me more than I can say. He is likely planning on something big. I will have to talk with Vyl to see what else can be done. I’ve got no idea where to start looking. I do know that he hasn’t returned to Northrend. He’s here to stay until one of us falls. I plan on it being him.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014 Monday, April 7, 2014
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Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare.
The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent rhythmic succession. The sky was overcast, gray and foreboding. She walked towards the water, unable to stop herself.
She wore a long shapeless black dress, her feet bare. The paladin hugged herself, the action seeming to anger…someone? Something was off about this dream. She tried to stop herself from walking into the water, but she kept on going.
Terror clutched at her breast as she felt herself shifted this way and that. Finally, a strong undercurrent pulled her under. She started to scream but the sound was drowned out by the salty seawater.
Gallaria woke up screaming, fighting to catch her breath and break out of the water. It took her a long time to settle. When she did, she sat up abruptly and threw her robe on. She didn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Her stomach emptied itself of her dinner into a pot by the door.
It had been so real. She would be talking to Jayyson about this and soon.

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Vyladoril, asleep next to Gallaria, was kept that way in a nightmare of his own. Hearing the scream he struggled to get up to the surface and drag himself back to the waking world, finally succeeding and rolling naked out of the bed just in time to hold her hair out of her face. He pulls her into his arms, lifting her and carrying her to the bathroom to clean up. He settles her on a stool, giving her a small smile as he runs a warm bath for them … 
After the bath, and a bit of talk, he lifts her and wraps her in towels, pampering her in spite of her usual protests, and carries her back to the bed to hold her until they can sleep again.

Gallaria registered Vyladoril’s presence beside her as she puked into the pot. She awakened fully as he lifted her up into his arms. She didn’t protest the bath, clinging as much as she could to the Farstrider. She hadn’t felt this vulnerable in a long while. The nightmare and subsequent sickness didn’t help the feeling.
After the bath, the paladin did protest as Vyladoril pampered and dried her off. Gallaria let out a huff of breath and gave him a soft glare as he carried her back up to their room.
"I could have walked." She grumbled but gave a small yawn. She did motion to the pot of vomit at the door. "That can go outside until we wake up." Gallaria ordered imperiously, but really, she didn’t want to smell it.

Vyl chuckles, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” He snuggles in with her, trying not to show that he was still disturbed by his inability to awaken himself sooner and help her. He waits for her to drift off before getting up and cleaning out the pot first, then spending the rest of the night puttering around the flat fixing things. When she wakes again he’s got a simple breakfast waiting for her; tea and some of Jay’s porridge with ground nuts mixed in and just a touch of honey to sweeten it.

The paladin spent the rest of the night in a calm sleep, not knowing that her lover would remain awake the rest of the night. When she awoke, Gallaria stretched and groped for Vyladoril and frowned when she didn’t come into contact with him.
Slipping out of bed and into her robe, she padded down into the main living area and looked at the Farstrider and then at the breakfast. Her stomach clenched slightly. With a sigh, she walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll try the tea first. I’m still feeling a bit queasy.”

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quelloras:

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Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare.

The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent rhythmic succession. The sky was overcast, gray and foreboding. She walked towards the water, unable to stop herself.

She wore a long shapeless black dress, her feet bare. The paladin hugged herself, the action seeming to anger…someone? Something was off about this dream. She tried to stop herself from walking into the water, but she kept on going.

Terror clutched at her breast as she felt herself shifted this way and that. Finally, a strong undercurrent pulled her under. She started to scream but the sound was drowned out by the salty seawater.

Gallaria woke up screaming, fighting to catch her breath and break out of the water. It took her a long time to settle. When she did, she sat up abruptly and threw her robe on. She didn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Her stomach emptied itself of her dinner into a pot by the door.

It had been so real. She would be talking to Jayyson about this and soon.

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Vyladoril, asleep next to Gallaria, was kept that way in a nightmare of his own. Hearing the scream he struggled to get up to the surface and drag himself back to the waking world, finally succeeding and rolling naked out of the bed just in time to hold her hair out of her face. He pulls her into his arms, lifting her and carrying her to the bathroom to clean up. He settles her on a stool, giving her a small smile as he runs a warm bath for them … 

After the bath, and a bit of talk, he lifts her and wraps her in towels, pampering her in spite of her usual protests, and carries her back to the bed to hold her until they can sleep again.

Gallaria registered Vyladoril’s presence beside her as she puked into the pot. She awakened fully as he lifted her up into his arms. She didn’t protest the bath, clinging as much as she could to the Farstrider. She hadn’t felt this vulnerable in a long while. The nightmare and subsequent sickness didn’t help the feeling.

After the bath, the paladin did protest as Vyladoril pampered and dried her off. Gallaria let out a huff of breath and gave him a soft glare as he carried her back up to their room.

"I could have walked." She grumbled but gave a small yawn. She did motion to the pot of vomit at the door. "That can go outside until we wake up." Gallaria ordered imperiously, but really, she didn’t want to smell it.

Vyl chuckles, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” He snuggles in with her, trying not to show that he was still disturbed by his inability to awaken himself sooner and help her. He waits for her to drift off before getting up and cleaning out the pot first, then spending the rest of the night puttering around the flat fixing things. 

When she wakes again he’s got a simple breakfast waiting for her; tea and some of Jay’s porridge with ground nuts mixed in and just a touch of honey to sweeten it.

The paladin spent the rest of the night in a calm sleep, not knowing that her lover would remain awake the rest of the night. When she awoke, Gallaria stretched and groped for Vyladoril and frowned when she didn’t come into contact with him.

Slipping out of bed and into her robe, she padded down into the main living area and looked at the Farstrider and then at the breakfast. Her stomach clenched slightly. With a sigh, she walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll try the tea first. I’m still feeling a bit queasy.”

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quelloras:

Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare.
The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent rhythmic succession. The sky was overcast, gray and foreboding. She walked towards the water, unable to stop herself.
She wore a long shapeless black dress, her feet bare. The paladin hugged herself, the action seeming to anger…someone? Something was off about this dream. She tried to stop herself from walking into the water, but she kept on going.
Terror clutched at her breast as she felt herself shifted this way and that. Finally, a strong undercurrent pulled her under. She started to scream but the sound was drowned out by the salty seawater.
Gallaria woke up screaming, fighting to catch her breath and break out of the water. It took her a long time to settle. When she did, she sat up abruptly and threw her robe on. She didn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Her stomach emptied itself of her dinner into a pot by the door.
It had been so real. She would be talking to Jayyson about this and soon.

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Vyladoril, asleep next to Gallaria, was kept that way in a nightmare of his own. Hearing the scream he struggled to get up to the surface and drag himself back to the waking world, finally succeeding and rolling naked out of the bed just in time to hold her hair out of her face. He pulls her into his arms, lifting her and carrying her to the bathroom to clean up. He settles her on a stool, giving her a small smile as he runs a warm bath for them … 
After the bath, and a bit of talk, he lifts her and wraps her in towels, pampering her in spite of her usual protests, and carries her back to the bed to hold her until they can sleep again.

Gallaria registered Vyladoril’s presence beside her as she puked into the pot. She awakened fully as he lifted her up into his arms. She didn’t protest the bath, clinging as much as she could to the Farstrider. She hadn’t felt this vulnerable in a long while. The nightmare and subsequent sickness didn’t help the feeling.
After the bath, the paladin did protest as Vyladoril pampered and dried her off. Gallaria let out a huff of breath and gave him a soft glare as he carried her back up to their room.
"I could have walked." She grumbled but gave a small yawn. She did motion to the pot of vomit at the door. "That can go outside until we wake up." Gallaria ordered imperiously, but really, she didn’t want to smell it.

writingjustforgiggles:

quelloras:

Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare.

The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent rhythmic succession. The sky was overcast, gray and foreboding. She walked towards the water, unable to stop herself.

She wore a long shapeless black dress, her feet bare. The paladin hugged herself, the action seeming to anger…someone? Something was off about this dream. She tried to stop herself from walking into the water, but she kept on going.

Terror clutched at her breast as she felt herself shifted this way and that. Finally, a strong undercurrent pulled her under. She started to scream but the sound was drowned out by the salty seawater.

Gallaria woke up screaming, fighting to catch her breath and break out of the water. It took her a long time to settle. When she did, she sat up abruptly and threw her robe on. She didn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Her stomach emptied itself of her dinner into a pot by the door.

It had been so real. She would be talking to Jayyson about this and soon.

———————-

Vyladoril, asleep next to Gallaria, was kept that way in a nightmare of his own. Hearing the scream he struggled to get up to the surface and drag himself back to the waking world, finally succeeding and rolling naked out of the bed just in time to hold her hair out of her face. He pulls her into his arms, lifting her and carrying her to the bathroom to clean up. He settles her on a stool, giving her a small smile as he runs a warm bath for them … 

After the bath, and a bit of talk, he lifts her and wraps her in towels, pampering her in spite of her usual protests, and carries her back to the bed to hold her until they can sleep again.

Gallaria registered Vyladoril’s presence beside her as she puked into the pot. She awakened fully as he lifted her up into his arms. She didn’t protest the bath, clinging as much as she could to the Farstrider. She hadn’t felt this vulnerable in a long while. The nightmare and subsequent sickness didn’t help the feeling.

After the bath, the paladin did protest as Vyladoril pampered and dried her off. Gallaria let out a huff of breath and gave him a soft glare as he carried her back up to their room.

"I could have walked." She grumbled but gave a small yawn. She did motion to the pot of vomit at the door. "That can go outside until we wake up." Gallaria ordered imperiously, but really, she didn’t want to smell it.

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Sunday, April 6, 2014
Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare.
The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent rhythmic succession. The sky was overcast, gray and foreboding. She walked towards the water, unable to stop herself.
She wore a long shapeless black dress, her feet bare. The paladin hugged herself, the action seeming to anger…someone? Something was off about this dream. She tried to stop herself from walking into the water, but she kept on going.
Terror clutched at her breast as she felt herself shifted this way and that. Finally, a strong undercurrent pulled her under. She started to scream but the sound was drowned out by the salty seawater.
Gallaria woke up screaming, fighting to catch her breath and break out of the water. It took her a long time to settle. When she did, she sat up abruptly and threw her robe on. She didn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Her stomach emptied itself of her dinner into a pot by the door.
It had been so real. She would be talking to Jayyson about this and soon.

Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare.

The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent rhythmic succession. The sky was overcast, gray and foreboding. She walked towards the water, unable to stop herself.

She wore a long shapeless black dress, her feet bare. The paladin hugged herself, the action seeming to anger…someone? Something was off about this dream. She tried to stop herself from walking into the water, but she kept on going.

Terror clutched at her breast as she felt herself shifted this way and that. Finally, a strong undercurrent pulled her under. She started to scream but the sound was drowned out by the salty seawater.

Gallaria woke up screaming, fighting to catch her breath and break out of the water. It took her a long time to settle. When she did, she sat up abruptly and threw her robe on. She didn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Her stomach emptied itself of her dinner into a pot by the door.

It had been so real. She would be talking to Jayyson about this and soon.

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