Chaszmyre Duskewind
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nemeore:

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The fear of being too happy because you think something tragic is going to happen soon is called Cherophobia.

Wearing green for the rest of her life.

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I had to restrain myself from adding more... 2, 11, 17, 18 and 20 :D
braedensunstorm

"If I had to destroy one race? For the good of Azeroth or whatever? Well then, the race of whoever’s fault it is that things are goin to shit. Example, Garrosh. Orcs. Failing that? Humans. Humans will always be at the top of the list of scum."

"If I had to wear one color for the rest of my life it would be green. So easy. So many shades and meanings. Plus, doesn’t hurt that it matches my eyes and all."

I think if Chaszmyre were a modern girl, tattoos would almost certainly still be her thing. Though, she’s something of an addict at heart and our modern world has so much to offer. Caffeine and nicotine, I think would be at the top of her list. Easy vices to get away with, to make a habit of.

Chaszmyre is, when she can get away with it, a ‘tribal’ dresser. A long-standing morbid fascination with the Amani started her taste for it and the Blood Elves joining the Horde and providing access to Darkspear and Orcish fashions easily fed into her tastes.

"My proudest moment hasn’t happened yet. But it will. Seedling, whether growing into a pretty flower or a strong tree, will grow up strong and make their parents proud. A first step maybe? First word? I expect to have a thousand proudest moments before they reach the age of ten. 

The portrait I painted of Arielen, for Kiaphus after we thought her dead though, was a bit of a masterpiece. Better even, I think, than the tattoo tribute of her I wear myself. Shame about it becoming kindling. I’d have like to have it back.”

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Chaszmyre sucked in a breath, her brittle voice cracking and wheezing worse than usual. “I hope Seedling turns out better than me.”

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epistless:

"In Buddhism, peacock feathers are associated with openness, as they tend to display all their feathers when they spread their tail. Peacocks also eat poisonous plants, which symbolizes that they have the ability to thrive in the face of suffering." Isn’t he a beauty?

epistless:

"In Buddhism, peacock feathers are associated with openness, as they tend to display all their feathers when they spread their tail. Peacocks also eat poisonous plants, which symbolizes that they have the ability to thrive in the face of suffering."
Isn’t he a beauty?

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  3. What faction does your character hate or at the very least, who do they dislike?
  4. What is one thing you could never see your character doing?
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  7. Name a secret bad habit your character has. If it’s not really a secret, at least make it one people might not guess.
  8. Your character has a chance to go back in time and prevent one event, in lore or their own lives, from happening. What event do they stop?
  9. Your character is accompanied by a ghostly animal that represents their soul. What is their soul animal companion?
  10. Is there anything you symbolically associate with your character? (IE: A cauldron might be symbolic of your character if they’re a alchemist.)
  11. If your character could only wear one color for the rest of their lives, what would it be?
  12. Name someone your character secretly (or maybe not so secretly) wishes they were friends with.
  13. What is a trait your character finds attractive that people might not guess or know about.
  14. Your character is dying, what are their last words? (This is an oldie but a goodie, shaddap.)
  15. Your character is now a raid boss. What cause are they fighting for and why do we have to stop them?
  16. What religion, if any, does your character have? If they don’t worship anything, why not?
  17. If your character had any modern day vice (Starbucks addict, selfie junkie, ect) what would it be?
  18. What is your character’s typical fashion sense? What things do they usually incorporate into their outfits and why?
  19. What is one thing your character could not live without? (If you answer oxygen I will hunt you down…)
  20. What is your character’s proudest moment?
TAGS:  #Ask Chasz #Please? 
All of my poems are about the same thing
and it’s your fault.
Teeth and hands, something about
forgetting, eventually, and then the sky.
Always the sky.
I wonder why I bother with writing
at all.
I can’t drink coffee anymore because it makes me throw up and I’m pretty sure at least half of me is dying.
Where have you been?
This poem is not for you, but maybe it is.
Last time I saw you I made it a point not to touch you, and this all
could have turned out differently if I had,
but I can’t worry about that now.
You are beyond a song stuck in my head.
You are the reason I tie my hair in knots
and why my parents think I’m crazy.
Apparently black holes can bend light
when they pass through it,
so now I’m wondering if you have one
resting chaotic in your belly,
because I am twisted like metal in a car crash just thinking about you touching me.
I can’t decide if this poem is angry or pathetic or something entirely different.
All I know is I spend too much time
imagining your fingers and how they would flutter while you play the piano.
Sometimes I pretend my spine
is a keyboard, and you run a scale up
my back, just to see if I’m in tune.
My world is so full of you that
the hum of the ocean even sounds like your name.
One day, it will be better.
I will put the pen down and forget
how to remember the nights I tried
to write you out of my system like
an addiction.
It will be remarkable and I’ll
still want to call you.

Caitlyn Siehl | Bend the Light (via madllenne)
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That was the one thing. No one would guess it, it was too simple, too tame. But those words, more than anything- knowing I was desired, that he thought I was beautiful, in spite of the scars and the ink and all the grime of how I keep people out.
That, was my romantic weakness.

That was the one thing. No one would guess it, it was too simple, too tame. But those words, more than anything- knowing I was desired, that he thought I was beautiful, in spite of the scars and the ink and all the grime of how I keep people out.

That, was my romantic weakness.

I’ve gained some weight but you don’t care.

And when you look at me,

I see the same hunger in your eyes as that first night.

My body’s stretched and I’m self conscious about the markings

but you still run your fingers across my hips with no hesitation.

I don’t know if I’m beautiful but I know that you think so.


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Chaszmyre Duskwind flumped down on the bench, the spot on the Sunstorm manor grounds that overlooked the sea. She rested her ankle on her knee, about as crossed as her short legs could get with the growing baby in the way, and used her calf as something of a table for the cup of tea she’d brought along.
"It’s been a long day. I hope we didn’t mess up those census forms, writing each other and Seedling in like that, with nothing being official," she mused aloud.
Braeden Sunstorm laughed as he settled in beside her on the worn stone bench. “Bah, if they have a problem with it I’ll talk to them. I mean, we’re living together, Seedling is ours, we don’t want anyone else.” He stated each item, facts of their relationship both had easily agreed upon weeks ago.
"There’s only one thing we could do beyond what we’re already doing to remove any potential ‘complaint’ from them." Braeden took his gaze from the view of the sea to watch Chaszmyre and her reaction to the vague broaching of the subject of marriage.
She simply nodded with a bouncing of black curls and sipped her tea. “Maybe we should do it,” she said quietly, her own gaze still fixed on the sweeping view of the sea below.
With a small, almost nervous laugh, she looked up to Braeden’s face- her turn to gauge a reaction.
Wide-eyed, Braeden was just blinking at her, his own cup of tea perilously close to spilling in his lap.
"You… You’re serious."
Chaszmyre gave a small polite cough. “No, I mean…” She shrugged and tipped her head a bit to one side as she looked at him.
"Why not? It’s always been important to us to make sure it’s done, before Seedling is born to make sure there are no loose ends or questions."
Still looking equal parts flustered and pleased, Braeden just blinked at her a bit more as he tried to recover and steady his cup of tea.
"Is is what you want?" he asked quietly, his attention completely fixed on the woman next to him.
Her head dipped in a quick nod, sending more of those loose curls bouncing. “Why not? This is going to work. There’s no question. It’s happening. So, why not put paperwork to it?”
Her voice was light and certain but there was that same terror in her face at the idea.
Braeden could only laugh at her, setting his cup on the steady stone arm of the bench and reached out with his free hand to caress her cheek. “I just want to be sure you’re ready,” he told her with a reassuring smile, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone. “I love you, Chaszmyre.”
She bit down on one side of her lower lip, perfectly horrified at how she’d brought the serious topic up. “I’ve been um-” a high giggle escaped from her lips, interrupting the thought.
"I wear the ring, when I sleep. I found it, in your things a while ago and I keep it in my pocket and-" Chaszmyre quickly shook her head, black curls flailing.
"That was dumb, I don’t know why I told you that. I guess um," she dug it out, offering the heavy ring to Braeden.
His thumb rubbed gently at her cheek again and he took the ring in his freed hand. “I saw it, at the Forum. I just didn’t say anything, I didn’t want to rush you.” He smiled wide at her offered hand and slid the ring back into place.
"We should, well I mean, I wouldn’t be a very pretty bride, by now. I should’ve listened to you and gotten married right after Nemeore and Halanth’s party died down, while I still looked good." With the ring in place, she smiled briefly at it and brought the hand down to smooth over her belly.
"There are not many dresses that work with this particular shape," she murmured.
Braeden shook his head firmly at that. “You are still beautiful, and you always will be to me. We can always get you an enchanted dress to hide the pregnancy, like Nemeore talked about, or have one made if you want. I’ll gladly pay for a rush order.”
He pursed his lips thoughtfully, moving his hand down to twine his fingers with hers. “No big wedding this time. Just us, an officiant, and close friends. We can have all the people show up for the reception.”
Chaszmyre nodded mildly. “It’s not like they don’t already know. It’d be just us, Bronvys, Nemeore and Halanth, Riedra…” She shrugged. “Someone official. Maybe not even all that. Maybe just…”
She peered up at Braeden. “Maybe just the three of us with, I don’t know, homeless people to sign as witnesses.”
The last idea was shot down with a shake of Braeden’s head. “You know you’d regret it if you didn’t invite Hal and Nem, and Bronvys. We’d never have any peace if we didn’t invite Riedra,” he teased.
"I just, don’t want any pressure or trouble," Chaszmyre admitted with a shrug. "I don’t want Bronvys to say no." She scooched closer, holding her tea out as she settled into the crook of Braeden’s arm. He draped it around her shoulders easily and nodded at her reasoning.
"Agreed. You don’t have to ask him to give you away, just, invite him to be there. If you’re worried about it though, we can just invite the Sunbornes and Riedra. We should try to get Mourne, if we can."
The couple mused a bit more on the guest list and an official before moving on to timing with Braeden’s asking of when Chaszmyre wanted to have the wedding they’d suddenly began planning.
"Soon? I just, want to hole up here and focus on Seedling and the house and, doing my appointments at the lounge."
"Soon as in, three days, or, soon as in next week…?" He left the question open for more options, looking to her curiously.
"Could we be ready in three days?" Chaszmyre asked, a bit incredulously.
Her question brought a hearty laugh from Braeden. “I could be ready in an hour if we had everything else, love.”
She snickered back and shook her head. “Maybe a few days to get the word out and make sure we won’t conflict with schedules…” She pursed her lips and then sipped her tea, thinking it over a bit more.
Braeden’s long fingers began combing through the unruly mess of dark curls and he spoke softly to her. “Perhaps a week from tomorrow, then? That could be enough time to get the word out, I think.”
Chaszmyre nodded, humming quietly under the attentions to her hair. “That just might be a good compromise,” she agreed with a chuckle and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “You are the king of patient, I don’t know how you live with me,” she murmured.
A chuckle of his own came from Braeden at that. “You’re worth it. That makes it all pretty easy.” He shifted to nudge the tip of his nose against hers. “I’ve tried to live without you twice and I can’t imagine anything in this world that is harder than that.”
"You’re a shameless flatterer but I’ll let you get away with it, for being so great." Chaszmyre tilted her head then, to press her lips to his and both reveled in the first shared kiss since their reunion, brief as it was.
"I don’t deserve you, Braeden Sunstorm," she said quietly, warmed, wet lips still only a breath away from his.
"It’s a good thing then, that I believe otherwise," he said, the first of many words uttered between them and between brief, impassioned kisses.
"A very good thing," came her eager reply.
After a few more moments, she finally drew back to speak longer, asking breathlessly “So you still wanna marry me, even though I ran away the first time?”
The dance of words and kisses continued as the conversation did. “Yes. I still want to marry you, Chaszmyre,” punctuated with another kiss. “To make you my wife, to make our family.” And then another, each returned with matching fierceness.
"I want that, I want our family more than anything," she whispered. "Maybe if Seedling goes well, we can add another one. We could practice, maybe," she rambled, looking up at Braeden’s face through her lashes. 
With an eager nod and more whispers and kisses, the pair left the bench, their forgotten tea, and hurried back to the manor in a trail of giggles and playful embraces.

Chaszmyre Duskwind flumped down on the bench, the spot on the Sunstorm manor grounds that overlooked the sea. She rested her ankle on her knee, about as crossed as her short legs could get with the growing baby in the way, and used her calf as something of a table for the cup of tea she’d brought along.

"It’s been a long day. I hope we didn’t mess up those census forms, writing each other and Seedling in like that, with nothing being official," she mused aloud.

Braeden Sunstorm laughed as he settled in beside her on the worn stone bench. “Bah, if they have a problem with it I’ll talk to them. I mean, we’re living together, Seedling is ours, we don’t want anyone else.” He stated each item, facts of their relationship both had easily agreed upon weeks ago.

"There’s only one thing we could do beyond what we’re already doing to remove any potential ‘complaint’ from them." Braeden took his gaze from the view of the sea to watch Chaszmyre and her reaction to the vague broaching of the subject of marriage.

She simply nodded with a bouncing of black curls and sipped her tea. “Maybe we should do it,” she said quietly, her own gaze still fixed on the sweeping view of the sea below.

With a small, almost nervous laugh, she looked up to Braeden’s face- her turn to gauge a reaction.

Wide-eyed, Braeden was just blinking at her, his own cup of tea perilously close to spilling in his lap.

"You… You’re serious."

Chaszmyre gave a small polite cough. “No, I mean…” She shrugged and tipped her head a bit to one side as she looked at him.

"Why not? It’s always been important to us to make sure it’s done, before Seedling is born to make sure there are no loose ends or questions."

Still looking equal parts flustered and pleased, Braeden just blinked at her a bit more as he tried to recover and steady his cup of tea.

"Is is what you want?" he asked quietly, his attention completely fixed on the woman next to him.

Her head dipped in a quick nod, sending more of those loose curls bouncing. “Why not? This is going to work. There’s no question. It’s happening. So, why not put paperwork to it?”

Her voice was light and certain but there was that same terror in her face at the idea.

Braeden could only laugh at her, setting his cup on the steady stone arm of the bench and reached out with his free hand to caress her cheek. “I just want to be sure you’re ready,” he told her with a reassuring smile, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone. “I love you, Chaszmyre.”

She bit down on one side of her lower lip, perfectly horrified at how she’d brought the serious topic up. “I’ve been um-” a high giggle escaped from her lips, interrupting the thought.

"I wear the ring, when I sleep. I found it, in your things a while ago and I keep it in my pocket and-" Chaszmyre quickly shook her head, black curls flailing.

"That was dumb, I don’t know why I told you that. I guess um," she dug it out, offering the heavy ring to Braeden.

His thumb rubbed gently at her cheek again and he took the ring in his freed hand. “I saw it, at the Forum. I just didn’t say anything, I didn’t want to rush you.” He smiled wide at her offered hand and slid the ring back into place.

"We should, well I mean, I wouldn’t be a very pretty bride, by now. I should’ve listened to you and gotten married right after Nemeore and Halanth’s party died down, while I still looked good." With the ring in place, she smiled briefly at it and brought the hand down to smooth over her belly.

"There are not many dresses that work with this particular shape," she murmured.

Braeden shook his head firmly at that. “You are still beautiful, and you always will be to me. We can always get you an enchanted dress to hide the pregnancy, like Nemeore talked about, or have one made if you want. I’ll gladly pay for a rush order.”

He pursed his lips thoughtfully, moving his hand down to twine his fingers with hers. “No big wedding this time. Just us, an officiant, and close friends. We can have all the people show up for the reception.”

Chaszmyre nodded mildly. “It’s not like they don’t already know. It’d be just us, Bronvys, Nemeore and Halanth, Riedra…” She shrugged. “Someone official. Maybe not even all that. Maybe just…”

She peered up at Braeden. “Maybe just the three of us with, I don’t know, homeless people to sign as witnesses.”

The last idea was shot down with a shake of Braeden’s head. “You know you’d regret it if you didn’t invite Hal and Nem, and Bronvys. We’d never have any peace if we didn’t invite Riedra,” he teased.

"I just, don’t want any pressure or trouble," Chaszmyre admitted with a shrug. "I don’t want Bronvys to say no." She scooched closer, holding her tea out as she settled into the crook of Braeden’s arm. He draped it around her shoulders easily and nodded at her reasoning.

"Agreed. You don’t have to ask him to give you away, just, invite him to be there. If you’re worried about it though, we can just invite the Sunbornes and Riedra. We should try to get Mourne, if we can."

The couple mused a bit more on the guest list and an official before moving on to timing with Braeden’s asking of when Chaszmyre wanted to have the wedding they’d suddenly began planning.

"Soon? I just, want to hole up here and focus on Seedling and the house and, doing my appointments at the lounge."

"Soon as in, three days, or, soon as in next week…?" He left the question open for more options, looking to her curiously.

"Could we be ready in three days?" Chaszmyre asked, a bit incredulously.

Her question brought a hearty laugh from Braeden. “I could be ready in an hour if we had everything else, love.”

She snickered back and shook her head. “Maybe a few days to get the word out and make sure we won’t conflict with schedules…” She pursed her lips and then sipped her tea, thinking it over a bit more.

Braeden’s long fingers began combing through the unruly mess of dark curls and he spoke softly to her. “Perhaps a week from tomorrow, then? That could be enough time to get the word out, I think.”

Chaszmyre nodded, humming quietly under the attentions to her hair. “That just might be a good compromise,” she agreed with a chuckle and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “You are the king of patient, I don’t know how you live with me,” she murmured.

A chuckle of his own came from Braeden at that. “You’re worth it. That makes it all pretty easy.” He shifted to nudge the tip of his nose against hers. “I’ve tried to live without you twice and I can’t imagine anything in this world that is harder than that.”

"You’re a shameless flatterer but I’ll let you get away with it, for being so great." Chaszmyre tilted her head then, to press her lips to his and both reveled in the first shared kiss since their reunion, brief as it was.

"I don’t deserve you, Braeden Sunstorm," she said quietly, warmed, wet lips still only a breath away from his.

"It’s a good thing then, that I believe otherwise," he said, the first of many words uttered between them and between brief, impassioned kisses.

"A very good thing," came her eager reply.

After a few more moments, she finally drew back to speak longer, asking breathlessly “So you still wanna marry me, even though I ran away the first time?”

The dance of words and kisses continued as the conversation did. “Yes. I still want to marry you, Chaszmyre,” punctuated with another kiss. “To make you my wife, to make our family.” And then another, each returned with matching fierceness.

"I want that, I want our family more than anything," she whispered. "Maybe if Seedling goes well, we can add another one. We could practice, maybe," she rambled, looking up at Braeden’s face through her lashes. 

With an eager nod and more whispers and kisses, the pair left the bench, their forgotten tea, and hurried back to the manor in a trail of giggles and playful embraces.

TAGS:  #Vices 
The Quel’thalas Census FORM

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http://tinyurl.com/belfcensus

The above is the link to the actual form. As stated in the forum. Some questions are mandatory but you may enter n/a on most of those if you feel it is too invasive icly! 

Now go my pretties! FLY FILL IT OUT! .. and please reblog <3

Filling out the form was something of a surreal task. There were points about spouses and heirs that I wasn’t quite sure how to answer. I haven’t married my husband yet, our child hasn’t been born yet.

But the longer I stared at those questions, the more I felt like it was a perfect opportunity to confirm everything. That’s why I moved back in, to make this happen, to do it right and whole-heartedly. I filled in the skipped questions quickly then and once the dinner dishes were taken care of, I asked if Braeden would like to take a walk.

Posting the letter to Aerion made me think more about what exactly I did want for my future. I didn&#8217;t have any real complaints, just a few worries- a lot of them, I admit, unfounded. I didn&#8217;t want to reconcile with Aerion, I didn&#8217;t want to run away, or to be alone. I wanted to have the unique little family Braeden and I spent so much time talking about.
I thought about everything I&#8217;d said to defend him, to defend us in the past. Fights with Bronvys, with Alisson. It occurred to me then that everything I&#8217;d said was true. Braeden was exactly the man I deserved, we matched each other. The circumstances of how we met, how we became involved; they weren&#8217;t some tragic repeat of stupid things I&#8217;d fallen into in the past.
Our relationship now, is a culmination of learning from my mistakes, learning from being selfish and ruining everything every chance I got and I was lucky that he was patient and let me see just what was there for me, if I would just take it. And believe me, there was a lot, even if they wouldn&#8217;t understand.
Braeden wasn&#8217;t just the man I deserved, he was the man I wanted.

Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

Posting the letter to Aerion made me think more about what exactly I did want for my future. I didn’t have any real complaints, just a few worries- a lot of them, I admit, unfounded. I didn’t want to reconcile with Aerion, I didn’t want to run away, or to be alone. I wanted to have the unique little family Braeden and I spent so much time talking about.

I thought about everything I’d said to defend him, to defend us in the past. Fights with Bronvys, with Alisson. It occurred to me then that everything I’d said was true. Braeden was exactly the man I deserved, we matched each other. The circumstances of how we met, how we became involved; they weren’t some tragic repeat of stupid things I’d fallen into in the past.

Our relationship now, is a culmination of learning from my mistakes, learning from being selfish and ruining everything every chance I got and I was lucky that he was patient and let me see just what was there for me, if I would just take it. And believe me, there was a lot, even if they wouldn’t understand.

Braeden wasn’t just the man I deserved, he was the man I wanted.

Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

TAGS:  #Lovers #Braeden 

"peacock" by Manoou

"peacock" by Manoou

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