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Linaire Astronous
"I have loved the stars too long to be afraid of the night."
An roleplay blog for one Linaire Astronous of Wyrmrest Accord.
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LINDA FRIESEN ‘The Iron Maiden’ dress
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Working on an updated look for my beloved. Painting is hard :U But oh yeah, I’m trying to get back into rping on Linaire. So if you see me online, or spot my in SMC or ORG don’t be afraid to say hello~!
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When she returns to Silvermoon, Linaire stands in the doorway and just...looks at her apartment. Dark curtains block the late day sun and flutter in the breeze that dances through the windows. It's an idyllic scene. The warmth of Silvermoon's colors permeate the building style and architecture. The bed's curling golden design covered with the red gifted blankets and a starry quilt. Pillows for her and pillows for Dahlia adorn the bed. Nooks and shelves filled with books and scrolls and ancient tomes preserved in magical auras.
The sight brings to her, no joy. The plants reach for the sunlight, watered by a neighbor during her absence. A secret pride and joy, a single small rose bush tucked away in a corner feeds on surrounding energy and it's blossom twinkle pale blue and ethereal.
Dahlia, as if sensing the turmoil in her mistress's heart waits next to her at the entrance. Finally Linaire steps in, lets the crawg scamper past and rush towards her food dishes and toys, and the nightborne shuts the door. Standing in the middle of her rooms she eyes her things and projects. Her gaze moves over the metals and stones on her workbench. The edge of a photo peeks out from her books and she crosses the distance.
Pictures of Suramar settle into her hands. A gift from a friend of sorts. She flips through them, smiles faintly and thinks of the memories made in the city. Some good, many bad. A troubled look tightens her brows and parts her lips as she looks at the photos. She thinks of so many things. She starts to tuck the photos away and then stops. A chain of thoughts starts to happen now.
Her apartment holds no joy for her. The city lies empty of friends now with Eve gone to the front and Tsirael...elsewhere. A cold look crosses the nightborne's face. She itches for a bottle. "No Eve will be quite cross…" She murmurs to herself and then remembers, Eve is away. She could spend the next several days enjoying her vice and no one would know.
So she does. Dahlia gets walked at midnight, tugging her swaying drunk mistress through the streets before returning to the nightborne's apartment where bottles litter the floor and the lamps have long since gone dark.
On the eve of day two she vomits acid in the bathroom, heaving but there is nothing to come up. At some point her energy flares, probably when she was burning the letter, and a mirror shatters. She throws a towel over it and ignores it.
Somewhere in the time between nightfall and dawn she lies across the couch on her balcony but rather than look to the stars, her tired eyes are closed. She curls in on herself, blanket pulled tight around her slender form. Beneath the cold, distant gaze of the stars, the fraying strings that hold the nightborne to the city finish coming undone.
When she wakes midday, on day three she drinks water, nibbles some crackers, pulls herself together and heads for the shipping company that is delivering her stuff the rest of the way to Suramar. On the way she drops a package for Eve in the mail, at least when the sin'dorei returns to her barracks she'll have something to look forward too. She includes the camera she designed and a small set of scrolls on the operation and care of the machine as well.
By nightfall, half her belongings are packed. Arrangements are made to have the rest of it packed and shipped within the week. She drops her eyes off with the building manager the next day. With Dahlia trotting along behind her and several bags slung over shoulders, Linaire lets the door softly close behind her on the quickly emptying apartment.
She leaves a note with the neighbor. If anyone should look for her, which she highly doubts, she's gone back to Suramar.
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I just really love drawing outfits for her. Even when she’s working she’s fabulous looking.
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(Linaire found this letter among her belongings, but refused to read it until safely tucked away in her apartment. )
Linaire,
Where do I even begin? What a whirlwind you are. Dragging me out from my ridiculous stupor more often than not. I have half a mind to hate you. But I don't and I never could, so don't even expect that to be in this little letter.
I've never met someone so wise and in so much pain. Lonely. Sorrowful. We're more alike than I ever expected. That's a comfort, in some way. To have you around has been a blessing. There's no other word for it. I hope you find peace and happiness. Just remember one thing for me.
Everything that you've done brought you to where you are now.
Now will get better. Now will become happy. Believe that. It happened for me.
Your patience is far too strong, but I thank you for it. Don't forget me.
Kal
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Linaire’s works, amulets for three close friends. She is available for hire IC and yes you can commission me to draw such things.
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A more adorable scene from the heartbreaking arc Lin was just a part of. Turns out she’s a huge smuggler whether you like it or not.
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Practicing comics. The first three are IC canon pages that did occur during rp. The last page is a sad what if page. Featuring, I think she has a blog and I’ll link it later, Linaire’s lovely friend, Evelandrya, a Blood Knight.
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As the Light fades from her, Linaire turns back to the magic that has sustained her people.
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Linaire’s Lament
(During this last weekend while an event was taking place, I decided to explore some Linaire taking a trip back to Suramar. It does not go well and is full of sadness. Warning for nightborne depression.)
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Linaire Astronous, shal’dorei construct architect and security officer of the Waylight Outreach.
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