Ruepert found me at the harbour in Stormwind. Is everyone keeping tabs on me?
I was grateful for the company, perhaps more than he knows or comprehends; he brought the gift he got me with him, that I had accidentally left during the 'incident' with Ley. Procrastin tells me I should move on, move past, stop dragging dead weight around. I guess of anyone, he would understand the terror that does not quite ever let you go, sinking its claws in when you least expect. I do not think I can ever forgive that mage for what she did to me, for how she haunts my dreams.
But he does have a point, at least. I may dislike that rat-eared bitch, but she had no way of knowing how many horrible memories it would bring back.
I do not want to focus on it. Ruepert's gift.
The story he told for it is as charming as he is, and I am delighted to have something more permanent to write upon. What a clever little gadget. I wish I could think of something appropriate to thank him with in turn. Perhaps something will come to me in the interim.
As much as I may hesitate to spare any thought for the remainder of the events at the harbour, it has merit to mention regardless. There is some strange kal'dorei who has a vendetta against Ruepert that I do not quite understand, nor need to. He threatened Ruepert. No one threatens Ruepert. He escaped before I could drive the point of my throwing dagger into the base of his skull, but we found him later on when he attempted manipulation of one of Procrastin's girl harem. Kicked his sorry, scrawny ass to the stones.
Our family.
Ruepert was such a dear to include me in that kind of statement.
The pleased, satisfied feelings faded quickly, however, when those two girls of Procrastin's followed me all the way to Ironforge, onto the tram, off the tram, and nearly to my doorstep. At least they eventually had to turn aside to go to their own homes.
Strangely, Ruepert asked to see where I lived. I felt kind of humilated at first, thinking he would find my small little room office room the loft beneath him. How quickly I forget his nature. He gave me that bright smile of his, patted me on the shoulder, and promptly started discussing what we could stuff the place with to give it a more 'lived in' look. He seemed to believe plants were in order, as well.
And then he fell asleep.One minute he was sitting next to me, shoulder to shoulder, the next he'd nodded off, chin tucked to his chest. I did not have it in me to wake him or turn him out, so I put the quilt Auroran has gifted me with over him.
The entry appears added to afterward, most notable in the different colour of the ink.
Brewfest and the cascade of events after it all continues to come back to haunt me in so many little ways.
Ruepert spent the night at the little office loft with me. The constant thud of his heart against my ear was a comfort I had not realized I would miss, so much so that it felt as if it would choke the air out of me. I did not know how well it made me feel until Ruepert was right there to remind me of a much colder, smaller body and a more sedate, inhuman heart that beat so sluggishly, slowly.
Spending time with Ruepert and being his friend like he claims I am both fills me with such a sense of peace and an overwhelming sadness at the same time. His curling up next to me under Auroran’s quilt was the best sleep I have had in a very long time, even more so than when Auroran prayed over me. It was the feel of someone else physically there, of breathing--snoring in his case--and all the sounds and scents that make up a person when you lie next to them and just listen.
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