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An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Lomenár on Sun Aug 10, 2014 3:01 pm

In response to some RP that happened last week.

Shores of Your Lies - LEAH


The wind was rustling through the leaves in the canopy far above her, and on any other day she would have found it restful... peaceful, even... but not tonight. She was prowling the confines of her room at the Sentinel bunkhouse like a distressed and caged animal, growing more agitated by the minute. Her hair was in a complete disarray due to the fact that she had run her hands through it repeatedly, as well as having returned to the nervous habit of tugging on her braid. Isil was lying on the floor, by the end of her bed, watching her every movement and Lomenár sensed a wave of worry from the great feline. She stopped mid-stride to look at her friend and attempt a smile, but it only came out as a twisted grimace.
"Oh, my moon, I'm so sorry... I know you're worried, but please, don't be..."
Another wave of concern from the great cat, and Lomenár's expression grew pained.
"I know... but this... I don't know... I can't seem to stop it or get rid of it. And it frightens me, Isil."
Lomenár suddenly rushed over to the cat and hugged her close, burying her face in Isil's fur. She took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of snow, pinecones and warm feline, trying to calm herself and her racing heart.
"I don't know what to do. I can't tell anyone, can't talk to anyone... not even my closest friend."
Lomenár closed her eyes and rested her cheek against the top of Isil's head.
"What would Nightborne think of me, if she knew? She would kill me, most assuredly..."

Lomenár sat back and released her chokehold on Isil and the great cat rested her head in Lomenár's lap. Lomenár trailed her fingers through Isil's fur, thinking hard. There must be some kind of solution to this problem, something she wasn't seeing. The most obvious one, as well as the easiest one, would be to run away of course. Running had always been her solution of choice before, whenever her troubles seemed too overwhelming, but she also knew that it wasn't a real option this time. This time her troubles would stubbornly follow and cling to her, and there would be nowhere to hide... because you couldn't truly hide from your own heart forever.

And that was the core of the issue, wasn't it? The signs had all been there, but she had refused to acknowledge them. And when she had thought herself safe, to finally be able to let it go, it had pounced on her quite unexpectedly. It was unsettling and frightening and all she wanted to do was to shield herself against it and against the hurt that would inevitably follow. But words had been exchanged and it had been made quite clear that there was no turning back now...

...and the most frightening thing of all was the fact that she didn't -want- to turn back. It went against -everything- she believed in, -everything- she had fought for throughout the years, but a part of her yearned for it. And that yearning was growing stronger and stronger with each passing day, slowly wearing down her resistance.

And wouldn't it be wonderful if she could just let go? Give in, and allow herself to feel? Acknowledge and accept the feelings that were threatening to shatter her and her world into a million tiny pieces?

"Quite simple really, beacuse I care for you."
The words had resounded within her mind for the last several hours and even though it didn't make any sense, she knew them to be true. It was there in the way he'd cared for her when she'd been hurt, it was there in the small signs of respect that he showed towards her and no one else... it was even there in the insults and angry looks that they exchanged on a daily basis.

Lomenár raised her head to stare out across Darnassus. Dawn was fast approaching and she should be sleeping already, but restful sleep had eluded her these past few days and she figured that tonight would be no different. She slowly got to her feet and walked over to the mirror that hung above the small sink and met the gaze of her own reflection. Her eyes were wide and their glow was a dim grey instead of their usual silver. Her skin was paler than usual, almost translucent, and the fresh scars across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose did nothing to help her appearance along. In short, she looked a complete mess. She wasn't a particularly vain person, but she couldn't help the small stab of worry and insecurity that shot through her upon looking at herself in the mirror. But she quickly stomped it down and tried for confidence instead. If he couldn't deal with her appearance, as well as her personality, then he wasn't worthy of her time anyway. She looked like the veteran that she was. She's seen countless battles in her time, and there would, without a doubt, be countless more before the Dark Aspect of Elune came to take her on her last journey. She sighed a bit wistfully at her reflection though before her gaze travelled to the necklace that hung around her throat.

The filigree made out of truesilver that spread out like a thin web around her neck was indeed a work of art and she didn't think that she'd ever worn, let alone owned, anything as fine and beautiful as that necklace. The large emerald in the centre hung low enough that it would be concealed by her armour by day, nestled securely a mere inch above her heart. Lomenár sighed and looked away from the mirror as she remembered how his fingers had carefully brushed through her hair to sweep it aside so that he could fasten the necklace around her neck. She'd held herself completely still, frozen, barely daring to breathe. Even though many years had passed since Lithior's death she was still uncomfortable with other people touching her... Nightborne being an exception to that rule, and it had taken years before Lomenár had been completely at ease with her. But the memory of his touch still brought an unexpected wave of warmth, and she felt her cheeks colour.

Lomenár sighed again, disgusted with herself, and turned her back to the mirror. She should at least try to sleep, perhaps tonight would be different. Perhaps she would be able to escape the dreams and the sense of foreboding that had haunted her sleep ever since the night in Winterspring. She slowly walked over to her bed and beckoned Isil to join her. The bed creaked a little under their combined weight, but Lomenár paid it no heed. She curled tight against Isil, one hand firmly nestled in her friend's fur. She lay there for several moments, her eyes wide open and staring up at the ceiling, before she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and let darkness wash over her.

Lomenár slept fitfully, tossing and turning violently enough that Isil was pushed off the bed. In sleep her hand found the emerald and closed around it, the stone warming to her touch, and she suddenly seemed to breathe and sleep a little easier.
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Re: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Soriah on Sun Aug 10, 2014 8:48 pm

A nice insight into a character I know very little about, and yet it feels like nowhere near enough! More at some point, please? I loved your writing. :) Thanks for sharing!
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Re: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Calisar on Mon Aug 11, 2014 10:24 am

Beautiful, she will so totally give in to these feelings I bet! ;)
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Re: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Lomenár on Mon Aug 11, 2014 10:54 am

Thank you Soriah! And thank you for taking time to read it. :)

Calisar wrote:Beautiful, she will so totally give in to these feelings I bet! ;)


Awww! Thank you so much Cali! And yeah... she's kind of past the point of no return by now. xD
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Re: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Elysar on Tue Aug 12, 2014 2:41 pm

As mention before, loved it :) <3 Looking forward to see continual in here!
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Re: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Salirien on Fri Aug 15, 2014 6:20 pm

You write in a way that really makes the text flow, and that is very hard to do. Beautifully written! =)
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Re: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Lomenár on Fri Aug 15, 2014 9:53 pm

Thank you so much Salirien! I'm really glad you think so. :) <3
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Re: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Lomenár on Sat Aug 16, 2014 5:32 pm

Alright, so here is a very small snippet from the RP that followed The Dance of the White Stag. Enjoy!

Blackheart - Two Steps From Hell


The lake shone like a perfect silver mirror in the moonlight. There was a light breeze rustling through the canopy of the great tree close by. A few stray clouds were scattered across the starry sky, marring the otherwise perfect image. But Lomenár paid it no heed. The person that commanded her attention was standing right by the edge of the lake, a hand gently cradling the emerald around his neck and a thoughtful expression on his face. Her soft footfalls must have alerted him to her presence, for he turned around to face her. Lomenár approached him slowly, her fingers restlessly playing with the emerald around her own neck, and despite his small, yet warm, smile of welcome she felt wary.
"I must admit... You surprised me back there."
"How so?"
"I wasn't sure that you would accept my challenge, nor that you were such a dancer..." His voice was dripping with contempt, familiar but for the fact that it didn't quite reach his eyes... they still sparkled merrily, taking the edge off his words.
"Here I thought I was the one to make the great revelations tonight... and there you go, stealing my thunder."

Lomenár couldn't help but answer with the same coin. It was a game that they played effortlessly by now, a game that they'd played ever since the beginning... and it was also the only familiar thing she could cling to when her world had suddenly been turned on its head. She adopted an appropriate smirk of contempt and her voice was thick with venom when she spoke. But like with him, it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"You should have known that I rarely back down from a challenge, especially one offered by a mere highborne." She almost spat the words out, tilting her chin up in a proud manner.
"..and you're not the only one with secrets highborne. Besides, I couldn't turn away from a chance to steal your show."
"Mm... evidently not. Which is why I would like to ask for a re-match."

She stared at him for a brief moment. Hadn't they danced enough for one evening, in more ways than one? Had he called her here just to issue yet another challenge?
"Do you really think that you can best me?"
"I do indeed. Here, without an audience, where there is no need to hold back."
Lomenár narrowed her eyes at him and spoke very slowly, almost spacing the words out, as if she didn't quite believe what she was hearing.
"..you want to dance here? Now? Without music?"
In answer he waved his hand in an intricate pattern in the air, and a few seconds later she could hear a voice singing a-capella. The voice was seemingly coming from nowhere, or perhaps from all around them, and it was with some surprise that she identified it as his. He must have used a spell to capture himself singing at some point and Lomenár secretly marvelled at the concept, as well as at his voice. It was another piece of the puzzle that was him, a part of him she hadn't even known existed and it pleased her that he'd decided to share this with her tonight.

But despite this she hesitated when he stretched out his hand towards her. She knew that fear was flickering in her eyes like a beacon, betraying how nervous she was. But as she had said just moment before, she rarely backed down from a challenge... and besides, she'd already danced with him once tonight already... how different could it be? She took a deep breath and placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her close and sweep her into the dance.

When they had danced earlier, at the Dance of the White Stag, every move they'd made had been a challenge, a desperate need to prove one's own superiority over the other as well as a play for dominance. This dance, however, was a different one entirely. There was no clear lead this time, instead they moved simply by feel and intuition. If one of them wanted to turn in a certain direction the other would follow. There was no need for words and strangely enough their bodies moved together as if they'd been dance partners for centuries, rather than having just danced together for the first time that very same night.

At the beginning he'd captured her gaze with his and as the dance moved on, she found herself unable to look away. The intensity between them was almost magnetic, helplessly drawing them towards each other and keeping their gazes locked, golden eyes staring down into silver. But, for some reason she didn't mind, even though it did make her slightly uncomfortable at first. But the way his golden eyes glittered in the moonlight was exceptionally beautiful to her and almost made her hold her breath in awe, and she felt herself blush a little, suddenly uncharacteristically shy, when she noticed the small, warm and affectionate smile that was playing across his lips as he looked at her.

They moved slowly and gracefully, almost tenderly, together across the grass. Lomenár had moved stiffly at first, not entirely comfortable with being this close to him, but as the music slowly began to weave its spell around her she relaxed more and more in his grasp until they moved smoothly and effortlessly together. They whirled around in the shadows cast by the tree, their movements akin to the soft wind, or a falling leaf, and eventually they made their way out into the open, moonlight streaming down on the pair of them and lending an almost unnatural and ghostly silver sheen to both their forms.

Eventually their slow dance relaxed Lomenár enough that she dared lean in and rest her head against his shoulder, as well as wrap one arm around his waist. In response he rested his head atop hers and she could feel his soft breaths against her hair. The dance slowly came to a halt and Lomenár raised her head from his shoulder to look up at him.
"So... if this was a re-match, who won?" She kept her voice low, close to a murmur.
"I believe both of us did..."
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Re: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Elysar on Sun Aug 17, 2014 4:29 am

*heart breaks a little*

So cute, even though I head a recap of the session, this still melted me <3

I promised a proper feedback and here it is: After reading it slower this time I understood it might better. I'm not very good with descriptive words in English myself yet, so that's why I fell off the wagon first time I tried to read it. You know, when you bounce over a word you don't understand and try to read the context, only to meet more words you don't fully understand and then lose the whole meaning! After looking them up properly though it made sense ;)

I think your writing is extremely fluent indeed like Cal mentioned at some point and you express yourself crystal clear. I even said Lome's words with spacing in my head "..you want to dance here? Now? Without music?", because you described it that way! So kudos on you for that ^^

Can't wait to read more :D
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Re: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Lomenár on Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:28 am

Thank you so much for taking the time to read it again Elly! <3 I'm really glad you liked it and was able to understand it better the second time around. :) but yes, I understand that feeling of encountering a bunch of unknown words and lose the whole meaning of a piece. So that's why I am really touched you decided to read through it again. Thank you! <3
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Re: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Soriah on Mon Aug 18, 2014 3:13 am

In a bedroom, far away in the cloudy hills of North Wales, Dan scribbles down sentences - incoherent in nature, but all as useful as each other. He is trying to create some half-decent entry in the ever expanding Ancient of Lore section of the Nature's Grasp forums. Perhaps this time he will do better. Perhaps...

Feeling as though he has scribbled enough, he opens up his browser and signs in. He's ready to get writing. He has his notes down on paper - bits that he wants to include, particular words he finds poetically beautiful. Before he starts typing up his story, he chooses to check all New Posts - maybe something interesting has been posted. Ah, new entry of Lomenar's fiction, excellent. Perhaps he could read through it to gather inspiration for his own work. He reads through the latest entry, and pauses. Dan looks down at his own scribbles on paper, and with a sneer he screws them up and throws them unceremoniously into the bin beside him.


And that is just how your story made me feel. XD Lome, your writing is great. The story, the words, the flow. All so well put together to create a great result. Seriously, you - and this goes to all of you that have English as a second language. You make this guy that thought he was really good at English feel embarrassed. You are SO good. And to you, and anyone else that can write in such a way in a language that's not their first... you have my respect. :)

Keep us posted on the next installments, Lome! :)
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Re: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Lomenár on Mon Aug 18, 2014 3:28 pm

Aww... Thank you Soriah! Didn't intend to make you feel bad about your own writing though. Would love to read one of your stories at some point. :) but I am really glad you like it though. Next part will probably be up sometime during the upcomming week. :)
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Re: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Elysar on Mon Aug 18, 2014 4:48 pm

Soriah wrote:In a bedroom, far away in the cloudy hills of North Wales, Dan scribbles down sentences - incoherent in nature, but all as useful as each other. He is trying to create some half-decent entry in the ever expanding Ancient of Lore section of the Nature's Grasp forums. Perhaps this time he will do better. Perhaps...

Feeling as though he has scribbled enough, he opens up his browser and signs in. He's ready to get writing. He has his notes down on paper - bits that he wants to include, particular words he finds poetically beautiful. Before he starts typing up his story, he chooses to check all New Posts - maybe something interesting has been posted. Ah, new entry of Lomenar's fiction, excellent. Perhaps he could read through it to gather inspiration for his own work. He reads through the latest entry, and pauses. Dan looks down at his own scribbles on paper, and with a sneer he screws them up and throws them unceremoniously into the bin beside him.


And that is just how your story made me feel. XD Lome, your writing is great. The story, the words, the flow. All so well put together to create a great result. Seriously, you - and this goes to all of you that have English as a second language. You make this guy that thought he was really good at English feel embarrassed. You are SO good. And to you, and anyone else that can write in such a way in a language that's not their first... you have my respect. :)

Keep us posted on the next installments, Lome! :)

*wishes this has been posted in her own thread, but feels it is rightfully here as well :D*

Seriously though Dan... with that stuff you just wrote even here - are you kidding? You're writing is extremely fluent ._. I love the simplicity. If it's the story itself you're worried about then remember you will DEVELOP that side as you go! SO GET TO WRITING!!! <3

... such a sweet post still! XD
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Re: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Lomenár on Sun Aug 24, 2014 11:45 pm

Yet another snippet from some RP that happened a little while ago. Their relationship is not dead serious all the time, there's some fun in there too. ^^

Titanium/Pavane - The Piano Guys


Their hunt that night had been successful. They had vanquished a large group of lesser demons, as well as the warlock who had summoned them, and they’d managed to get their hands on the warlock’s scrolls… but if those scrolls held plans, orders or the recipe for zhevra pie was yet to be discovered. They had parted ways with Aerandyr in Astranaar and then she and Theraluin had ridden together on her hippogryph back to Dolanaar. Theraluin had been a bit worse for wear after his run-in with the orc warlock, and Lomenár kept glancing worriedly his way where she sat opposite him at the table. She was supposed to be cleaning her armour, since it was covered in dirt, demon blood and some yet to be identified goo and he was clearly absorbed in trying to decipher the scrolls that they had found.

Theraluin was frowning deeply and had, what looked to be, some kind of orcish-darnassian translator in front of him that he kept glancing at every so often. Lomenár was only making a token effort at getting her armour cleaned, since she found watching him a lot more interesting… and she was also worried about him still. Her heart had almost stopped in her chest when the warlock had grabbed him by the neck and almost choked the life out of him, but luckily for Theraluin Lomenár had been quick to act and the warlock had died swiftly after that with an arrow through his heart. But if she had hesitated just a few more seconds, Theraluin might have been dead. So Lomenár found her gaze drawn to him, alert for any signs that the orc’s attack had damaged him permanently in some way.

But so far he seemed to be just badly shaken and was giving the scrolls in front of him his undivided attention, to Lomenár’s dismay. After she had been staring at him for a while he finally looked up from his work with the scrolls and met her gaze.
“Other than the warlock managing to catch me by surprise, things went considerably well.”
Lomenár gave him a small smile before replying.
“Indeed... it went better than I could have hoped. I am glad Aerandyr decided to follow us after all…” She leaned forward over the table and pointed with her cleaning rag towards the scrolls, her rag dripping greenish water and dirt onto the table.
“…find anything of interest in there by the way?”
“I am not sure. This translator seems…incomplete…or perhaps it is written in some kind of code. So far the few things that have made sense have been an order for this 'Krazzarian', presumably the warlock, and something about the blood of the Red dragonflight.”
Theraluin’s brow furrowed into an even deeper frown and his expression darkened visibly for a moment before he continued onto the much safer subject of Aerandyr’s appearance.
“…and yes indeed, his aid was quite welcome. I’m glad that he could keep our…initial encounter…outside the field of conflict.”
Lomenár felt her lips pull into a smirk and she rolled her eyes at him.
“Hrm...yes...you were both behaving like children. You're both old enough to know better than to indulge in pissing contests.”
To emphasize her point she waved her cleaning rag around and it sent droplets of greenish water, dirt and goo flying across the table, splattering the scrolls as well as Theraluin. In response he gave her a scalding look, but the hint of mirth in his voice as he spoke betrayed his true mood.
“Be careful with that! I'd hate for these documents to get ruined this early! Also, you should be much more careful with that vile fluid, it could poison you if you don’t handle it with care.”
Theraluin proceeded to take out a small handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the goo off himself and the scrolls. Lomenár just snorted at him and muttered something indistinguishable, but very uncomplimentary, about the uselessness of delicate male sensibilities and resumed her own cleaning, dipping the dirty rag into the bowl of fresh water and watching with interest as the water turned a murky green.

But Theraluin was apparently not satisfied with just her snort and kept prodding her verbally, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Wave that rag around some more while you're at it, just to drive the point home…”
Lomenár looked up from her cleaning and she kept her voice perfectly calm and level as she replied.
“If you're not careful, I might very well toss this rag into your face. That should drive my point home, don't you think?”
It was with great satisfaction that she noticed him narrowing his eyes, apparently not sure if she’d just said the words in jest or threatened him for real.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“I wouldn’t? Watch me!”
In one graceful move she leapt onto the table, lunging towards him and brandishing the dripping rag like a weapon, the scrolls and other papers on the table being shoved aside of crumbled underneath her. Theraluin, sadly, didn’t even flinch, but his eyes widened slightly in alarm and surprise. Lomenár gave him a feral smile and waved the rag threateningly close to his face, keeping her voice very mild and sweet.
“Now say that again…”
“You.Wouldn’t.Dare.” His voice was low and his tone ominous and Lomenár snarled viciously at the challenge. So he thought that she wouldn’t dare? Well, wasn’t he in for a surprise…

She didn’t give even the merest hint of warning, in either her body language or voice, as she quickly darted out with a hand and grabbed a firm hold of his long silvery hair and held him still while she deftly planted the wet and gooey cloth on his face. Theraluin only had a second to react and close his eyes and mouth before his face was covered in water, demon blood and goo and Lomenár let out a tinkling laugh of delight as she saw him wrinkle his nose disapprovingly in disgust. But it was in that moment of sweet victory that Theraluin managed to catch her off guard and retaliate, returning the favour with interest. Lomenár turned her face away at the last instant, to prevent the goo from getting into her eyes, hissing in surprise as the cloth was rubbed over her face.
“Ew… now look at what you’ve done!” Lomenár opened her eyes and glared at Theraluin. Theraluin glared just as angrily back at her, even though his touch was very gentle when he raised a hand to brush a finger across her lips.
“You know… you don’t look so bad, even when you’re covered in demon blood.”
Lomenár just kept glaring at him and her eyes narrowed a little bit when his glare slowly turned into a wide grin.
“Was that a compliment? Because you could really use some practice in that area…” her words were abruptly cut off as Theraluin leaned in and kissed her softly.
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Re: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Postby Kaldur on Mon Aug 25, 2014 9:19 am

Lome,

I couldn't not jump straight in and read this after our chat last night. So sorry I've been rubbish with keeping up with this part of the forum - yet so glad so much is getting added here recently. Anyway, reading the three posts one after each other gives me an advantage to following the story more closely. :D

I really like the way this relationship is going and it's intriguing - a love blooming from two people who seemed to despise each other from the start. Kinda twisted but a lot of fun!

Your writing is great by the way, and definitely improved from your earlier stuff. You paint a great picture, describe what is happening really well, and the dialogue is captivating. I never found this difficult to read and when I started I had to read it to the end.

Can't wait to see where this goes. We need to RP together more - I'm sure Kal would love the advice of a trusted friend right now himself!
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