Post by Cillian on Dec 2, 2020 14:28:35 GMT -5
It wasn't terribly often that Cillian felt nervous. It was even less often that he showed it. He was thankful no one had been around... no one who mattered. It has been a few months since his return, and bridges once burned had been slowly attempted at repair. All of those he had wronged by his sudden disappearance, all of those who had cause him to deeply regret his actions, had been contacted. As he attempted to, at the very least, set the record straight, and leave questions unanswered if anyone had cared. All had been contacted, save one. The Right Hand of the Mistress himself, Xrailax.
Not that Cillian would have ever said that their relationship had been -decent-, but he was at least tolerated. But now he was a traitor. A traitor to the gang, and all of its members. He didn't even entertain the idea of being forgiven, perhaps of X getting even? But definitely not forgiven. All he wished to do was set any record straight, especially if Cillian had been dealing with other members of the Cats more and more frequently.
He had little idea of what would come of the letter he dropped into the mailbox, if it would even reach the seemingly difficult to contact elf, let alone if it would actually get read and not immediately set a blaze with fel fire.
It's contents were simple, a statement of intention, and a place where Cillian would be if X had decided to humor the offer. The location described? The Stormwind Cemetery, during the early night hours. The cemetery already had low traffic, given the recent scourge attacks, and it was even less populated at night. Perfect in case if X had come with a fury.
Cillian believed it best if he offered to be there every night for a given period. More potential chances for X to decide to show. And so every night he set aside the time and waited. And waited... And waited...
Not that Cillian would have ever said that their relationship had been -decent-, but he was at least tolerated. But now he was a traitor. A traitor to the gang, and all of its members. He didn't even entertain the idea of being forgiven, perhaps of X getting even? But definitely not forgiven. All he wished to do was set any record straight, especially if Cillian had been dealing with other members of the Cats more and more frequently.
He had little idea of what would come of the letter he dropped into the mailbox, if it would even reach the seemingly difficult to contact elf, let alone if it would actually get read and not immediately set a blaze with fel fire.
It's contents were simple, a statement of intention, and a place where Cillian would be if X had decided to humor the offer. The location described? The Stormwind Cemetery, during the early night hours. The cemetery already had low traffic, given the recent scourge attacks, and it was even less populated at night. Perfect in case if X had come with a fury.
Cillian believed it best if he offered to be there every night for a given period. More potential chances for X to decide to show. And so every night he set aside the time and waited. And waited... And waited...
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