Aels-Myde

And all her advice it seems useless. She laughed, sitting upon the edge of the balcony looking out towards the ocean. The breeze was cool and her hair twirled lightly in the wind as she let her tear filled gaze darted out towards the horizon. It wasn’t always like this. She could still hear his bright laughter in her ears, still see his soft smile as he offered his hand to her when she fell back on the beach. She grinned, shaking her head as she reached up shaking to grasp her head. It had been sudden. Sudden. Her breath was caught in her throat, choking her as she tried to slow her breathing as she sobbed. Shaking her head almost vio

Beep The medical monitor still displayed the same information it had for the past two years. A steady heartbeat, slowed breathing rate, body temperature mostly normal (just a tad below), blood pressure low but enough to keep the boy alive for at least a little longer. The blond had been stuck in ICU since the accident in a comatose state, not moving and hardly breathing on his own. A mask covered his face, a needle in his arm making sure that he was stable - it was a miracle he was even still alive. The brunette was seated next to the door, looking over the bed with a worried expression. If it hadn’t been for their daughter she’d

He prides himself on being a man of her world. In the darkest of places he gets his thrills. He will disappoint you, if you see through his perfect smile. The music drifted through the cafe setting the somber mood of the air. A piano played in the background, the guitar keeping a similar beat as the band on stage played through their set. They were glad to be there -it was true - and their music was welcomed for the evening, but something about the lyrics made sense in that moment. She ran her fingers through her dark red hair, moving her lips carefully to coat her lips in the dark red colour she had brought with her. A folder sat upon the

“Honey I don’t feel so good, don’t feel justified. Come on put a little love here in my void.” Inspiration spoke in a clumsy manner, holding out her hand as she watched the other man carefully. He was taken aback, staring with a curious gaze before he smiled weakly. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Of all things she wasn’t supposed to be requesting something as simple as that. They weren’t in love. “It’s all in your head.” He said, shrugging in the process. Inspiration’s bright smile faded, turning weak as she just shrugged back. “So is everything.” She knew he wouldn

“You didn’t call again.” She said as she sat in her chair, leaning her hand against her cheek in thought. “I’m sorry.” He replied, smiling to himself as he moved from the door frame. She stared out the window, gazing at the streets down below wondering what if she had gone out that weekend instead of waiting. Often times she thought, but she’d rather wait on him. She always waited for him. She ran her fingers through her dreaded blond hair, leaning her head up against the cold glass as she felt his hand upon her shoulder. Warm..she just wished he was warmer to her then just occasional visitations. “Y

Darhkam Estate was well known in the country of Atlion. Rumour had it that the duke of the manor ran it as a particularly large brothel house, which was only partially true. The duke would only admit to running a brothel but the site is in a undisclosed location off the premises. Quite nice that no one knew of this except for those he opened up his home to and trusted. The Darkham Estate was a safe haven - a sanctuary if you will - for those persecuted by the law unjustly. Though it doubled as a safe haven for information that shouldn’t be leaked into the public. Vixen had lead Crane down the cobblestone path right up to the gates that