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Visual and Written blog for Ameriya Nyteshade.
Horde Huntress, Wyrmrest Accord.
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(Journal) Insecurity
Dead. For countless years, millions upon millions of hours he has been dead to me. Half of a whole. Jagged pieces, splinters of completeness.
This is not that world he told me, the specter of another time. A ghost of what once was and perhaps what can never be again.
Alive. His pulse thrummed a rhythm against the tips of my fingers in the darkness. His heart beat, a cadence my soul dances to.
I have never been afraid, never frozen in terror and insecurity till now. His existence steals my breath, my coherent thought. The muscles rippling under my skin forget their training and fail to work.
I should run. I should hide. How do I fight? His world is no longer mine, my time a world he does not know.
Women seek him. Their eyes gaze with appreciation, traveling over his form. They know how to do battle with their bodies, to twist words into the siren's call. Their hips sway as their painted lips beckon.
I can not win. I can not lose. I can not fight. I can not fail.
Hope is my fear. I will be undone by the dread that has seized with teeth ravenous into my life.
He must see. He can not see. He must understand. There is no understanding.
Wavering, teetering my hesitation may cost me all. I whisper when I should yell. I speak not when I should voice my claim. I beg with my eyes instead of my lips.
Will he hear? Will he see?
He is my last hope, my only hope. He is my past and only the Gods know if he is my future.
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(Journal) Alone Again
The months have passed, the days slipping into endless nights. There will be no more tears for him. He is gone. I have cut him from my heart, there are no second chances.
A Guardian walks alone. I should have known, I should have believed. It is fated, there are no other guardians save one and he is blind. Guardian for Guardian, it is the way, there is no other.
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