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magemakis · 5 years

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Eve and Makis “Ship” Meme

Baxter wadded through the mist with a maw full of parchment. Upon reaching the stoop of Mistmourne’s inn, he promptly shook off each paw and stepped through its threshold. There he found the Hound Master busying herself with a half-drained bottle of rum, her lips pulled in a languid grin. She laid sprawled across the bench, either leg draped lazily over the edge whilst a hand cradled the back of her head. Only the clatter of claws against hard-wood disturbed the hunter’s solace as she peeked an eye open at tossed the hound an inquisitive loft of her brow.

“Who’d ya’ steal this from?” Evelon quipped, snatching the parchment from the hound. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes scanning its length before her grin grew into a mischievous smirk. “Oi! Love, come take a lookie ‘ere!” she called. Pushing herself from her perch, she crossed the room and threw her arms around the Monk’s shoulders as he sat beside the fire. She shook the questionnaire with an air of enticement, “Wot'cha think o’ this?”

Makis’ cool gaze drifted over the parchment, taking in the details. “I think,” he said with a shake of his head, “that some people have too much time on their hands.” He rolled the questionnaire up, and was about to toss it into the fire, when he caught Eve’s glaring disapproval. Shrinking back from her baleful eyes, he unrolled the paper and cleared his throat. “Though, I do suppose these sort of things can be fun!” he chittered nervously. “Let’s take a look at these questions…”

1) Who made the first move?

“Well, that one’s easy. Me, of course!” Makis looked back at Eve with a cheeky grin. “Isn’t that right?”

A breath of laughter slipped from Eve’s lips followed by an affirmative hum as she rested her chin on his shoulder. Gloved fingers wistfully entangled themselves in his short locks of hair. “Aye. Was one rivetin’ bar game. Tha’s th’ night ya’ passed out on me, eh?” she inquired, playfully poking his cheek.

“Actually, I was thinking of the time you stormed out and I had to chase after you and tell you how I felt.”

2) Big Spoon, Little Spoon?

Evelon chuffed as she turned towards Makis with the incredulous furrow of her brow. “We obviously know th’ answer t’ tha’ one,” she chided.

Makis nodded knowingly with a roll of his eyes, “Obviously. We’re forks."

She recoiled at his response, "Shut up wit’ tha’ rubbish.” A mocking punch to his shoulder followed her statement as she punctuated it with another laugh.

3) Who’s the cuddler?

“I hesitate to say, but to be fair, one of us is sometimes covered in soft, warm fur. How am I suppose to resist that?”

“By keepin’ t’ ya’ side o’ th’ bed,” she replied, reaching into the folds of her jacket to procure her case of cigarettes.

4) Who cries during plays?

A vice was plucked from the bunch and tucked between her lips as Evelon offered a nonchalant shrug. Her arms rose to cross over her chest while her gaze slid over to Makis. “Ya’ gone answer truthfully this time?”

Makis squinted his eyes, staring at Eve. “Have you ever see a play?” This time Makis braced for the inevitable impact.

“Th’ fuck ya’ implyin’?” she quipped, slugging him once more in the arm.

5) Who’s more affectionate?

Makis peeked over the pamphlet, flashing Eve his bedroom eyes. “I don’t rightfully know. Wrestle you for it?” His eyebrows danced a merry jig along with his suggestion.

Evelon’s lips spread into a sly grin, locks of hair shifting across her shoulders as she deviously canted her head. “Anytime o’ place, love,” she purred, running a finger down the length of his jawline.

6) What’s their favorite non-sexual activity? The Hound Master shifted in her seat, unfurling her legs with a mighty stretch. She mulled the following question over for a brief moment before flashing Makis a genuine smile. “Personally speakin’, it’d 'ave t’ be them afternoons spen’ together in th’ library. Ya’ remember them?"

Makis couldn’t help but smile, his features filled with gentle warmth as the fond memories came rushing back. "Course I do. We were just getting to know each other and teaching you your letters was the first thing you ever asked me for. I think I fell in love between those stacks.”

A wistful sigh escaped her lips as her head once more fell on his shoulder. “Has it really been four years already? 'As times changed since then.”

7) Who was more nervous to meet the parents? “I wish I got the chance to be nervous. From everything you’ve told me about them, I think I’d have loved to have met your parents."

"They were an a'ight pair from wot I got t’ know o’ them,” she replied, her gaze drifting off towards the fire. “Know I’d be terrified t’ meet ya’ parents. T’ 'ave raised someone like ya’, they must’ve been some right good folk. Be embarrassed t’ even show m’ face t’ them."

"Are you kidding? Dad would be thrilled to have someone to take on his hunts, and Mom always wanted a daughter too. They’d adore you.”

8) Who’s more protective/jealous? Evelon massaged the nape of her neck with a long drawn-out sigh. “Guessin’ tha’d one be me,” she breathed, each vowel carried out over several syllables. “Can’ 'elp it though,” she added with a cheeky grin, “Wot’s mine s’ mine. 'Haps ya’ could blame th’ animal instinct."

Makis regarded Eve with a mysterious expression, "Perhaps so. Though, it’s hard to feel the need to be protective when your partner is as tough as you are. To be honest, I felt tad bit in the shadow of all those swashbuckling rogues you worked with. It definitely added to the motivation to be more physically imposing.”

9) Who sneaks into the shower (bath?) with the other in the mornings? Makis jostled Eve’s ribs with his elbow. “See? I told you I’m not the only one who does that!"

Evelon chuffed with a nonchalant shrug, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Ya’ make it soun’ like s’ unwarranted.”

10) Who initiates sexy times the most? Evelon paused at the question. Her russet gaze drifted over to Makis with a lofted brow, “I feel like s’ pretty equal betwixt th’ two o’ us, wouldn’ ya’ say?”

Makis screwed up his face in a tight knot as he did some apparently complex mental math. His eyes popped open and he states, “I’m ahead by two, unless you count the times we’ve gone more than one round.” He paused again, counting off on his fingers. “If that’s the case, you’re up by about… eighty-seven?” He nodded, satisfied with the answer.

11) Fuck or make love? Makis bit his lip as he read over the next question. “Assuming there’s a difference? Keep the love-making to the steamy romance novels. I’m down for a good, hard fuck any day.”

Evelon’s arms snaked around his shoulders as she breathed an airy laugh into his ear. “I couldn’ agree mo'e.”

13) Who’s behind the wheel more often during road sea trips? “We’ve really only traveled in groups prior t’ recently,” Evelon muttered, stroking her chin with a contemplative pout. A cheeky grin spread across her lips as she bashfully picked at her facial scar. "Though I s'pose m’ a bi’ controllin’ when it comes t’ mannin’ th’ reins.“

Makis touched a finger to his lips, nodding along with Evelon’s assessment. "True, neither of us is the navigating sort. We’d probably end up on the other side of the Maelstrom if we ever had to man the helm.” He winked at her last statement, hiding a snarky grin. “You? Controlling? Never!

14) Who gives the silent treatment when they’re mad at each other? "I’d say it’d have to be me, wouldn’t it? There’s no need for me to interpret when you might be mad… It’s usually made apparent with a punch.” Makis braced for the inevitable impact once more.

Evelon recoiled with the incredulous furrow of her brow, a hand placed over her bosom in mock offense. “Say thin’s like tha’ an’ people may think I abuse ya’!” She punctuated her statement with a curt laugh and the awaited punch to the shoulder.

15) Who reaches for the other’s hand first? With the faintest rustle of leather, Evelon unfurled her fingers and flexed them before her eyes. A disquiet smile tugged at the edge of her lips as she breathed an airy laugh. “I still don’ 'ave th’ courage t’ take ya’ han’s in m’ ugly mitts.” “Despite ya’ bein’ insistin’ o’ it,” she added, running gloved digits through her hairline.

Makis reached up and plucked Eve’s begloved hand from her hair, tucking it in the firm grasp of his own two hands. “You’ll conquer that fear soon enough, dearest.” He lost himself in the tender movement of his fingers nesting between hers, softly massaging the hand beneath the glove. “Soon enough…” he whispered to the wind.

16) Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear at inappropriate times? Makis failed to hide his smile. “This one was written just for you. Remember those lectures we used to attend, the ones that Drahs held? You couldn’t help but make a joke out of everything he said!” “I don’t think tha’s what th’ question was implyin’, love…”

17) Who comes up with cheesy pick-up lines? “Now this one was written fo’ ya’!” she chided, jabbing his cheek with a single digit. “Curse me fo’ ever fallin’ fo’ them in th’ first place."

Makis recoiled, biting his lip as he rubbed his cheek. A coy smile danced on his lips as he readied his arsenal of cheese. "You enjoyed every second of it, and don’t you argue otherwise!” he teased. “Besides, it’s so terribly easy to fall when your soaring in the clouds like a Val'kyr.” He nudged her shoulder, giving her a little push. “I’m surprised you survived in one piece, to be honest. Did it hurt when you fell from the Halls of Valor?”

Thanks for the tag @blackmarketmistress and @steam-powered!

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magemakis · 6 years

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What would be the ideal end to your muse’s story where everything is resolved and they can live a good life.

The sun was just beginning its lazy descent into the western horizon. Makis sat on the edge of the farmhouse porch, watching his children at play in the last minutes of light. A tender smile crept its way to his lips as he listened to the children’s squealing cries of delight.

“I’m a Paladin! Stay back, foul creature!” His daughter, Rowan, so named after Evelon’s mother, wielded a hefty stick like a mallet. She raised it high and menacing, daring her brother to attack.

To his credit, Malcolm charged in full of zeal, brandishing his own improvised weapon and roaring out a challenge. “You don’t scare me! I’m the strongest warrior the Alliance has ever seen!”

Their weapons met with a resounding crack. Rowan knocked her little brother to the ground, then stepped back, giving him the chance to regain his feet. He stood and wiped the mud from his cheek before preparing to clash again.

Evelon stepped out onto the porch, arms crossed, a tired smile playing across her lips. “Fighting again, are they?” She glanced up at the setting sun and sighed. “It’ll be dark soon. You should call them in.”

Makis watched on, drinking in the sight. He raised a hand to Eve in a pacifying gesture. “Let them play a little longer.” He stood and walked to his wife, taking her in his arms. He planted a kiss on her cheek and beamed with pride. “It’s what we fought for.”

Makis startled awake. He looked about the cramped room in a daze, searching for his family. As his mind rose out of the dull mists of sleep, he recognized the dream for what it was. He sighed and rolled out of bed, prepared for another day of struggle and strife. It was a damn good dream...

“One day...” he murmured.

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magemakis · 6 years

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Makis’ hand trembled under the weight of the gun. He had watched Evelon work her firearm countless times, yet never fired one himself. He felt a sense of strength, of security and safety. Such a small weapon, yet one capable of immense destruction, right in the palm of his hand. It reminded him of wielding his old magic.

The monk lowered his arm. He stared down at the pistol, turning it in his hands, admiring it’s fine craftsmanship. A smile began to rise at the corners of his mouth.

“It’s a lovely gift.” He found it hard to speak, his ears still ringing with the piercing cry of the shot. He placed the gun on his nightstand with exaggerated care. “Probably best for you to teach me the ins and outs, sooner rather than later.” He turned to face the smirking huntress, his smile faltering as she moved to light her cigarette.

Makis folded his hands over hers, strategically covering the vice as he looked into her eyes. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s make a deal.” He cocked an eyebrow, trying to draw her attention.

“I’ll practice with the gun, let you teach me and all that good stuff.” He lifted his head and planted a soft kiss in the middle of her forehead. “And you try to cut down on the smokes.” He pulled back to catch her gaze once more, his eyes fixed and determined. “Sound fair?”

Gift of the Hunt

The flintlock’s barrel glistened in the candle’s light.Unloaded the pistol sat in Makis’s hands, the Monk worriedly rubbing a groove into the hilt before daring a glance over his shoulder to the Huntress. Catching his gaze, she stepped from perch against the wall. Either of her arms snaked around his shoulders and clasped his quaking hands in her own. She pressed her chin into his neck as she leaned over, steadying his aim.

“Don’ look so terrified. S’ jus’ a pistol…” she drawled, her breath hot against his flesh. Her sentence hung in the air saturated by the tension. A brief moment of silence followed before her husky voice resonated once more in his ear. “When ya’ aim i’, ya’ aim right betwixt their eyes.” She pulled back the hammer.

Click.

And guided his finger to the trigger. “Ya’ aim t’ kill.”

Crack!

The gun shot shook the room with an emphatic force, its echo lingering in the air for nearly an eternity. As the room grew silent and the last wisps of smoke billowed forth from the gun’s barrel, Evelon stepped back and appraised Makis. Pride forced her lips to curl up in a devious grin as she watched the confidence glisten in his eyes upon having easily handled the recoil.

With a sated sigh, she perched herself on the edge of the bed. Either arm draped over her knees as she hunched forward, looking up at Makis with her signature smirk. “S’ a gift from me t’ ya’. In case o’ emergencies.”

“Can show ya’ ‘ow t’ load th’ gun ‘nother time, if’n ya’ like,” she added, reaching for the matchbook and cigarettes kept on the bedside table.

(@magemakis)

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magemakis · 6 years

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Top 10 Movies

A Knight’s Tale

The Dark Knight

The Iron Giant

Kung Fu Panda

The Road to El Dorado

Thor: Ragnarok

Sherlock Holmes

Gladiator

Kingdom of Heaven

Snatch

Tagged by @evelonholmwood

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magemakis · 6 years

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Upon the end of each digit on either hand, coarse and knobbly callouses had proliferated upon the upper layers of skin. These peculiar blemishes had already begun melding into one another as each continued to spread steadily further downwards along the length of each finger. This affliction caused the petrified skin to become grey in color, with subtle obtrusions jutting outwards like barbed points. The flesh deteriorated agonizingly slow beneath this layer of stone-like skin.

Makis stared at his fingertips in disbelief. Whatever this affliction was, it was spreading, and fast. The pallid grey flesh had seemed healthy, but now it had lost all sensitivity. He’d tested that with a pinprick, and now as he rubbed his thumbs over the tips he felt nothing. How disconcerting.

A rush of thoughts flooded his mind. The Plague had ravaged Lordaeron in years past; could this be the first sign of infection? Or perhaps the Angler had leveled a curse upon him? The barbed growths could be a clue to that. Or perhaps exposure to the necrotic energies of the Black House had left some lingering aftereffects. Too many options.

Makis shook his head to clear it of the rampant fears. He pulled his gloves on with agonizing care. With a deep breath, and a nervous flex of his fingers, he summoned up his chi, directing the spiritual energy into his hands. While not a cure, perhaps the concentration of nourishing magic would slow the advance of the affliction.

Whatever the case may be, Makis resolved to return to the Harbor. The witch, Mister Black, might know more about this peculiar ailment.

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magemakis · 6 years

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Makis’ Secret

Thank you @desmondslade and @evelonholmwood

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magemakis · 6 years

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Language of Love

You respond to physical touch

For you, love is as simple as a caress. Where ever it happens, how ever long it lasts or how it is: it could be just holding hands while walking about, having a quick cuddle once the kids are in bed, stealing a kiss here and there, exchanging touches while passing each other in the hallway, and of course making love, particularly in the warming up phase – body to body, skin against skin… Physical touch is security and reassurance for you and makes you sure that your partner loves you. On the contrary, the absence of physical contact hurts you deeply and you can feel ill treated or rejected and you close down emotionally. But when your partner communicates in your love language, it touches you deeply inside, creating strong emotional intimacy that opens you to yourself and to your partner. Some advice: Every person has his or her own geography when it comes to bodily touch. Don’t think that touching them in a way that pleases you will necessarily please them and vica-versa. It’s important to verbally confirm the touches and caresses that you like, ‘You know I love it when you hold my hand… ‘I like it when you brush against me while passing by’ or ‘I adore when you take me in your arms’. You can invent a couple’s game to make your partner guess which styles of caress you like and which zones of your body are more receptive (Getting hotter, getting colder… ) If you are seriously lacking contact, begin by explaining to your partner how you operate in sensorial terms and perhaps invited them to find 5 different ways of physical contact during the day.

Somehow I’m not surprised @evelonholmwood

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magemakis · 6 years

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Archetypes

Caregiver - Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.

Intellectual - The Intellectual is the ultimate dinner-party guest. Engaging questions and thoughtful debate are their trademarks.

Visionary - Leave it to others to live by the status quo. The Visionary is interested in new ways of seeing, solutions not yet imagined, products not yet built.

Thanks @desmondslade for the tag! Quiz Here

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magemakis · 6 years

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Makis’ D&D Class

Makis scrutinized the words on the parchment, chewing his lip as his eyes darted across the lines. The trip to the profession adviser had been Evelon’s idea, but he was starting to wonder about the qualifications of the ‘’professional’’.

You are a ranger! Your skillset is a blend of naturalistic knowledge and personal survival skill. Rangers are at home in even the wildest and least hospitable of places, such as vast jungles or suffocating caverns. They are skilled hunters and nimble warriors, a base which they supplement with impressive tracking skills and a vast knowledge of their prey obtained through observation and experience. Some rangers bond with an animal and battle alongside it as a partner, while others practice complex combat maneuvers or place a focus on stealthy ambushes. Some even focus on harnessing the magical power of nature, much like druids. A ranger is a skilled and self-sufficient skirmisher who uses their mobility and skillset to fight effectively at any distance - especially against their favored prey.

Makis scratched his chin, stumped by the result. Maybe he’d gotten Eve’s paper by mistake. He carefully folded up the notice and tucked it away, before setting off to find his companion.

Thanks @evelonholmwood for the tag. Interesting results...

https://uquiz.com/oHsJQX/what-dd-5e-class-are-you-all-14-classes?embed=False is the link for anyone who wants to take the test.

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magemakis · 6 years

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Preferences for Makis

rules: bold what you prefer and tag people.

coffee or tea

early bird or night owl

chocolate or vanilla

spring or fall

silver or gold

pop or alternative

freckles or dimples

snakes or sharks

mountains or fields

thunder or lightning

egyptian or greek mythology

ivory or scarlet

flute or lyre

eyes or lips

witch or fairy

opal or diamond

butterflies or honeybees

macarons or eclairs

typewritten or handwritten letters

secret garden or secret library

rooftop or balcony

spicy or mild

opera or ballet

london or paris

vincent van gogh or claude monet

denim or leather

potions or spells

ocean or desert

mermaid or siren

– tagged by @desmondslade

Tagging anyone who hasn’t done it yet. I’m always late

#prompts

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magemakis · 6 years

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Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

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magemakis · 6 years

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♥ What’s the absolute best experience you’ve had in RP?

I was having trouble thinking of an answer to this one, so I decided to go for multiple. My favorite storyline, best experience with a community, and best experience personally.

My favorite RP storyline was at first a small thread between my brother and our GM as they searched for a forbidden book on mind magic. It’s definitely too long and involved to summarize here, but the amazing thing about it was how it evolved. The story slowly grew to incorporate the majority of our guild, each player adding something unique and interesting to the plot. It was like one big communal improvisational quest. It was one of the best flowing threads and the most fun I’ve had with freeform roleplay And it all grew out of a lazy afternoon when two players decided to start a story together.

The best experience I’ve had with the community was back in Mists of Pandaria. I had just started roleplaying in Warcraft, and I was nervous and shy to get involved with people I didn’t know. My brother kindly made a character with me to help ease me into it. We were adventuring in Booty Bay, taking a break in the tavern, when I received my first walk up RP. A nice worgen pirate introduced himself to us, and before I knew it, we were off on an adventure with him and some guild mates. I had a great time, got out of my shell, and by the end of it I was in my first RP guild!

Which leads right into my best personal experience. Throughout the next two or so years, I made great friends in this guild. We had so many adventures together, and bonded over our mutual interests in game and in real life. I met one of my bests friends during that time; we still play Dungeons and Dragons every week. I don’t know what it was exactly, but something about being a valued part of this small community really helped to bring me out of my shell. Beyond that, I met a lovely young woman, and we’ve been together for four years now.

Overall, I’ve had an amazing experience with RP, both in game and in real life. I’m so happy to be part of a community of creative, dedicated storytellers, and I can’t begin to express just how much it has touched my life.

Thank you, @josiehastings for the ask!

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magemakis · 6 years

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Character Development, Day 9

Who does your character trust?

'’You will need to choose an executor of your will.’’

That’s what the clerk had told said. With the recent foray into adventuring again, Makis had decided to set some things in order, in the unfortunate event of his early demise. He hadn’t bothered with it before now, mostly because his part in any jobs had been of an intellectual nature. But now he was fighting at the front, and the prospect of death or injury had escalated quite severally. That, and the fact remained that he and Evelon were not technically married yet. So Makis had spent an evening drafting a will, and went to have it witnessed and officiated.

As it turned out, Makis needed someone to make sure everything went smoothly. A trusted friend or relative who could act in his interest. Eve was the most likely candidate, but she would be a beneficiary, and the idea of even telling her about the document didn’t seem like a good idea. And it wasn’t like Makis didn’t have anyone else in his life he could trust...

The envelope containing the will sat on his desk, blank and eager to be addressed. Makis dipped a pen in his trust ink pot, and held it over the paper, ready to write the name of his most trusted confidant. He just needed to decide who it would be.

His mind looked back on faces of friends he’d made in recent years. The Bounty Hounds, a motley crew of mercenaries with hearts of gold. Makis had joined up after a chance encounter with a member in a bar. They had grown quite close throughout the years, and Makis had come to see the group as his own surrogate family.

He smiled at the memory of Voltaire, a worgen sailor and damned good friend. Voltaire had been Makis’ introduction to the Hounds, and consequentially to Eve. In a way, he owed everything he had and was now to that man. Alas, Voltaire had been lost at sea, swept away by pirates, a storm, or any one of a dozen various hazards. Makis said a silent prayer for his friend, wishing him well on his final voyage to his rest.

Roxaan, the draenei woman who had been like a mother to him. The last time they met, she was beginning to lose her memory. He had no idea where she might be now, or if she was even alive. The thought brought a frown to Makis’ face. He shook his head to clear it. No use dwelling on that.

Drahs had been the enigmatic leader of the Hounds. He popped now and again, but not enough to be reliable. The man had led Makis on dozens of adventures, had almost been like an older brother, even. It would be nice to be able to entrust him with the will, but there was no guarantee that he was even in the city.

Brignov was a towering hulk of a draenei vindicator, whose faith in the Light had steered toward the side of zealotry. Makis had no doubt that if he lived, he was on Argus, chasing down the Burning Legion with his brothers in the Army of the Light.

Anzelma, a young human aristocrat and scarily powerful witch, had always been a dear friend and confidant. Her advice and gentle prodding had been one of the major reasons why he and Eve ever ended up in a relationship. As for where she was now, well... she had a bad history with demons, and had a small breakdown when the Legion had invaded in mass. She’d come out of hiding eventually, but until then... Not an option.

Makis sighed with grief. All his friends, dead or gone. He set the pen aside and capped his ink. The envelope remained blank and unaddressed as he carefully stuffed it away in a drawer.

#gone but not forgotten #nostalgia #absent friends

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magemakis · 6 years

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Character Development, Day 8

Day of Favorites! What’s your character’s favorite ice cream flavor? Color? Song? Flower?

Makis awoke to the early dawn light spilling through the window and across his face. He rolled out of bed and dressed quickly, already excited for the day. The weekend had finally arrived, and that meant cheat day. He raced downstairs, skipping every other step, and practically barreled through the front door into the radiant morning.

Makis was headed for the Mage Quarter, to a particular vendor of sugary treats. His eagerness, however, was not strong enough to discard routine. The monk took his time, stopping first just outside his lodgings to smell the flowers. A small garden bed displayed a colorful array of spring blossoms; pansies, petunias, tulips, and his favorite, a single sprouting red rosebush. Makis closed his eyes and inhaled deeply of their heavenly aroma. He could sense the budding life energy surrounding the flowering plants. With a small effort of will, he sent a small portion of his own spirit to dance among the blossoms and help them to grow.

With a clear mind, and a smile in his heart, Makis made his way to the canals. He whistled a jaunty tune in concert with the idle chirping of the city’s native birds, his footsteps keeping the beat. A bard had graced the tavern with her song last night, and the shadowy memory of the lyrics eluded his grasp. The tune was crisp and clear, at least, and Makis kept up the song as he strolled over the bridge connecting the Trade and the Mage. He’d have to go back sometime and listen again. Something about ‘Love in springtime’, or some such. It was a good song.

One of the best advantages of being an early riser was getting to be first in line. The small stand was just opening for business, and Lisa McKeever’s welcoming smile greeted her first customer. The candy vendor was a local celebrity in Makis’ eyes. Her fine selection of delicious treats was unparalleled in the city. He already had a silver piece in a hand as he stepped up and placed his order.

‘‘One Tigule and Foror’s Strawberry Ice Cream Cone, please and thank you!’‘ Makis chirped as he laid the coin down on the sill. He eagerly rocked back and forth on his heels as he awaited the delivery of his tasty delight. He accepted the cone with gratitude and a smile, before racing off.

He was sitting on the edge of the bridge,ice cream in hand and feet dangling over the languid waters, when a familiar voice rang out behind him. The huntress’s honeyed drawl dripped with mock disgust.

‘‘I don’t get ‘ow ya can eat that every week, love.’‘ She quipped. ‘‘Ya know they make that shite out of bug goo?’‘

Makis shuddered. He held out his cone and looked down at it. Now that she mentioned it, there was a strange aftertaste...

‘‘Why do you have to ruin ice cream?’‘ Makis bemoaned as he dropped the cone into the water below, where it disappeared with a plop. Makis sighed and rubbed his rumbling stomach.

#we all scream for ice cream #silithid goo #Brivelthwerp how could you do this to me?

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Character Development, Day 7

The dreaded day of remembrance had come again.

Makis woke early, dressed in his finest suit of clothes, and left the apartment. He took his time walking through the city, ignoring his usual need for a morning jog. Memories of days long passed swam through his head. The early morning fog that rose from the canals felt perfectly appropriate for his mood. Makis kept his head down, staring at the street and thinking.

Lordaeron had been so long ago, yet the intervening years did nothing to dull the sharpness of his memories. He could recall the farm in perfect detail; its stout barn, the amber glow of wheat fields at sunset, the smell of his mother’s cooking. Most of all he recalled his father’s face, grim and determined, as the man said goodbye and left for war. And of course, the last fateful night he spent in his childhood home. Makis dashed the tears from his face and trudged ever onward.

The cemetery in Stormwind sprawled beside the lake. The grounds were always well kept and groomed, white marble monuments standing starkly against the dark green grass. With the fog rolling in from the lake this morning, the sight was simply ethereal. A melancholic air hung over the monk as he wandered through the headstones, eyes downcast and following his feet to the largest monument at the end of the cemetery.

Makis took a deep, calming breath. The cool morning air was crisp and refreshing, offering a brief boost of clarity. He looked up at the mausoleum, his eyes tracking the familiar facets of the marble monument. They lingered on the stylized ‘’L’’, the emblazoned crest of fallen Lordaeron.

‘‘Mom. Dad. Another year’s gone by.’‘ Makis spoke slowly, the words spilling out in a faltering trickle. ‘‘I’m still in Stormwind. Alive. Happy. With Eve.’‘ He paused, fumbling for words.

The thought of his companion was bittersweet. She’d never have the opportunity to meet the people who had shaped her lover’s path. To have in-laws who loved and cared for her, as he knew they would. He could envision his sweet mother fussing about in the kitchen, trying to show the wild huntress the simple wonders of cooking. And his father, that mountain of a man, swapping tales of successful hunts and terrifying beasts, all over a hearty mug of ale. The thoughts were enough to break his heart all over again.

Unwanted tears began to fall from his downcast eyes. This happened every year, and every year was just as difficult as the last it seemed. Makis sat down on the shallow steps of the monument as the wave of sorrow became too much to stand.

‘‘I wish more than anything that I could bring you back...’‘

#wishful thinking #remembering the lost #bitter tears

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