Lolanae sat at her dressing table just looking into the mirror. The house was quiet. Her daughters’ were asleep already. The only sounds she could here were from random creatures out in the night filled Faydark. She picked up her brush and ran it through her long, golden hair. Even though she knew he was not home, she caught herself looking to the sitting chair in the corner. Binuru would sit there and read before bed almost every night. She sighed softly.
“Erollisi, watch over him tonight. Send him my love. I wish we could be together on the day meant to celebrate you. If you could, make sure this kiss reaches his lips so that he may know my love this night.” The elven rogue closed her blue eyes. In her mind she pictured her husband. Curly red hair, bright blue eyes, and standing at minimum a foot taller than her. She reached up on her tip toes and kissed him gently. “I love you,” she whispered. Lola curled up in bed after that. She was soon asleep.
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“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered as he rubbed her back with his hand. The warm roughness transferring through the tunic she wore.
Lolanae startled slightly. She saw Binuru sitting next to her and jumped up. Tightly she wrapped her arms around him. “Am I dreaming?” She asked as she looked around, noticing she was still in her bedroom.
“Maybe we both are dreaming.” He said with a smirk.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Lolanae said, laying her head against his chest.
“I know.” Bin replied, gently kissing her head and running his fingers through her hair. “I miss you and the girls so much.”
“There is so much that’s gone on that I want to ta…”
Binuru interrupted her, putting his finger over her lips. “I do not know if this is a dream, magic, something else, or a little of everything. I do know I want to make the most of it, Lola.” He kissed her deeply, laying her back on the bed. “I love you so much. Your letters are always an escape for me. Tonight it seems our dreams are given us both a chance to escape.”
Lolanae returned the kiss with as much passion as it was given. The two of them made the most of the night. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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Lolanae woke up as she heard Binuru whisper in her ear, “I love you, flower girl…” On his pillow was a single rose. She picked it up, taking in the sweet smell. “Thank you Erollisi. Dream, magic, or who knows what. Thank you for last night.” Lolanae could hear her girls bickering over something silly. She laughed to herself as she got up to start her day.
^^^^^^
Binuru rolled over and awoke as the squire came in to tell him that it was time to begin the next phase of construction in Halas. He sat up and looked about his room. There was a letter on his bedside table. It was sealed bearing Lolanae’s mark – dark blue wax with a picture of a rose. He broke open the seal. In Lola’s soft hand writing it said “Thank you for everything. I love you and miss you. Stay safe out there.”
The paladin looked slightly puzzled as to where the note came from. He kept Lola’s letters in his backpack. “Was that just a dream last night…? Erollisi, what have you been up too? Thank you, for whatever it was.” Binuru got up and began to get dressed. He tucked the note inside his tunic pocket and smiled.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Escape
Sometimes it’s nice
To close my eyes and dream
Dream I’m somewhere else
That I’m someone else
To escape the pain
The uncertainty of now
To be free from the bonds
Free from the restriction of time
To have what I want now
Without fear
(This just sort of popped into my head. It's definitely how I feel about the days when I get lost in my head. It's my safe place. Where I can figure out the word without fear of reprisal.)
To close my eyes and dream
Dream I’m somewhere else
That I’m someone else
To escape the pain
The uncertainty of now
To be free from the bonds
Free from the restriction of time
To have what I want now
Without fear
(This just sort of popped into my head. It's definitely how I feel about the days when I get lost in my head. It's my safe place. Where I can figure out the word without fear of reprisal.)
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Waves
The lady watched the waves roll in
Slowly, magically, beautifully, forcefully
The lady dug her toes into the sand as she walked
Coarseness, Roughness, Smoothness, Softness
The lady looked out at the night sea
Wondering, waiting, longing, hoping
The lady whispered to the waves
Bring him home…
Slowly, magically, beautifully, forcefully
The lady dug her toes into the sand as she walked
Coarseness, Roughness, Smoothness, Softness
The lady looked out at the night sea
Wondering, waiting, longing, hoping
The lady whispered to the waves
Bring him home…
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