Lolanae's Pain

(This is a little story about Lolanae, my wood elf rogue. She's married to Binuru, whom is my husband's old roleplay character. I tend to still write stories about them from time to time. Tonight is such a night. Enjoy, and note it hasn't really been proof read.)


Lolanae sat curled up in a large velvet covered chair in the corner of the library. The dancing light of a fire illuminated the room just enough to make out of thin elven frame. Her blonde hair hung down over her shoulders. She sat twirling a silver throwing dagger in between her fingers. Tossing it up in the air slightly, Lola caught it by the blade, and without a moment’s hesitation, she threw it. The dagger embedded itself deeply in the heavy wooden door across the room with a gentle thud.

She stood up and walked towards a small table in between two book shelves. The table was packed with decanters full of aged liquors and wines. Lolanae poured herself a glass of a dark red elven wine. She sipped it slowly as she walked around the dark library, running her finger tips over the book bindings. The texture of the mix of leather and fine fabrics always felt interesting to her. As she neared the back wall of the library, she stood in front of a painting. There was a tall, red headed human. Muscular from years of battle. A thin framed wood elf with blonde hair up in a decorative bun, adorned with flowers, whose blue eyes sparkled even in the paint. Next to them, stood twin red headed elven framed girls with blue eyes as vibrant as their parents’.

Lola’s eyes turned ice cold as she looked at the painted. She screamed as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her family was her world, and at the moment it was broken. In her mind, the reasons made sense – Binuru had a duty to the paladins. Her heart, however, knew the pain her daughter’s dealt with as they slept at the other end of the house. It knew the emptiness of her husband being gone. It knew the longing of wanting just a simple hug and kiss. As her body shook with sobs, she squeezed the wine glass in her hand. The fragile glass shattered under the rogue’s strong grip and cut gashes into her palms. Blood and wine mixed together in her palm creating a stinging pain. Lolanae sat there and watched the blood drip done for a moment. A visual representation of the fracturing of her heart and the pain it brought. She grabbed the thick ribbon from her pocket that usually went in her hair and wrapped the wound on her palm.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, she walked back to the table of decanters. Finding a bottle of Binuru’s whiskey, she picked it up. Raising the decanter to the painting at the back of the room, she said “I miss you. So very much. I can be strong all day, but sometimes I can’t help but fall to pieces in the dark. You know I’ve always felt more at peace and safer in the dark. Please come back to us safely. We miss you and love you.” With that, she took a large swig of the whiskey.