Hella Rad GW2 Follower Giveaway

Hella Rad GW2 follower giveaway

 I passed a milestone at some point, and despite me having ups and downs you guys stick with me anyways, so I decided that I need to show my appreciation somehow.

  What you can get:

 Any giftable item from gem store worth 800 gems. Can be multiple items, just as long as it’s 800 gems in total.

5 Unidentified Dyes. Who knows maybe you’ll get a pricey one.

10 chocolate cakes because why the hell not

RULES:

Must be following me. It’s a follower giveaway. I’ll be checking.

LIKE and REBLOG to get 2 entries.

No giveaway blogs.

Be comfortable with giving me your GW2 account name. Doesn’t matter if you are on EU or NA server. 

Must have ask box open.

Giveaway will end on January 8th at 1PM Tarnished Coast Server Time. 

~ Good luck everyone!

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She felt his heartbeat against her back, his breath against her ear. His arms were firm around her. There was safety in him, security. And a divine sort of rest that she'd not found before, something that lulled her to sleep as nothing but exhaustion ever had.

Aellarian would keep the nightmares at bay. And if they broke through anyway, he would be there to offer comfort. And Milli knew he would. She kissed him one last time and curled up close. His. All his.

I would like to kiss the scar on your face.

Milli flushed, clutching the small piece of paper. She’d thought it a scrap from a receipt left on her worktable, but this was far from accidental.

She’d been busy, a number of customers in and out, a few people she hadn’t even been able to see to before they left. She tried to remember the faces, new and old, and the ones she knew seemed unlikely to have left such a thing.

Her hand strayed up to the scar, touching it. Why would anyone want to kiss that hideous thing? Aell did, but he saw all of her, knew her inside and out. Cia had wanted to kiss her scars, but that was so painful to think on…

Milli crumpled the note up in a ball and put it in her pocket, intending to throw it away. Somehow, though, it never quite made it to the waste paper basket. Instead, it was hidden in her notebook, a reminder that somewhere, someone found even her scars lovely.

She’d never been on the sea before. But Ciara had gone and Rae had followed, curious and eager. She hovered near the woman — teal-haired now, she changed it at irregular intervals for reasons unknown — and watched the land disappear.

Rae wondered what the sea looked like in the real world. In her in-between place it was a sad slip of waves quickly lost to the fog. One night she looked over the edge and caught sight of her reflection in the water. It was curious to see herself again, but the image was gone after a moment.

Ciara was displeased. The crew was rowdy, and Rae stayed out of their way. She pressed close, watching Ciara’s face as she muttered her curses and disgust. Rae couldn’t rightly hear the words, not unless she concentrated very, very hard. And really, she could understand what Ciara was saying just by watching her. She had a very expressive face. Far too often it expressed little at all.

Sometimes Rae touched her, gliding ghostly fingers over her cheek just to pretend she could make the woman smile.

The battle was…strange. Hugely chaotic in a way that was felt more than heard. And as someone without a body, that was unique for Rae. She was close to Ciara, but there were little eruptions all around her, a brightness when someone died. Then the light faded, as it always did. When she had first died, she had watched many deaths, hoping to find another like her. She never did.

Rae turned at the feel of an explosion, the brightness of several nearby souls drawing her attention. And she saw a man charging Ciara with a rapier.

"Ciara!" she cried, tripping back past the woman. Rae didn’t know if she’d been heard or if Ciara merely sensed the attacker, but she turned and parried his blade, firing a shot through the man’s chin that almost immediately separated his spirit.

If she’d had a heart, it would have been pounding. As it was, she just felt shaky, the world a little out of focus. Except for Ciara. Rae scrambled to her feet and stayed near the woman, her anchor in the whirl.

She wasn’t able to save Ciara from all injuries. The woman racked up many and Rae winced to see all that precious blood flowing free. But Ciara didn’t seem to care. It was only when the fight was over that she appeared drained at all, but only at the edges. Only when no one else was looking. But Rae was always looking.

It was only when they were safe again that the world seemed to right itself, move from murky to clear. Rae scolded herself. She shouldn’t have come to sea. What would have happened if she’d fallen overboard? Or been caught in that murky time completely? But Ciara had stayed clear and focused the entire time. And she might have saved the woman’s life. That was worth a little risk, right?

Ciara, though, was still tensed, like a fist. One wrong move and she would jerk, hitting someone. Only with her pistols instead of her fist. Rae didn’t want to see that. Didn’t want to see her…whatever Ciara was to her, thrown overboard. She didn’t want to have to watch her drown. Or worse, get lost in the ocean’s depths with Ciara’s body.

"Calm, Ciara," Rae whispered, huddling close. She rubbed her hands, insubstantial, but she remembered it to be a soothing thing. She laid her head against Ciara’s back. "Calm down. You are safe. Relax. Rest. Soon you’ll be home. I’ll watch you till then," she promised. An easy thing. She needed no rest.

Carefully, Rae wrapped her arms around Ciara, holding her close, pretending that the woman accepted the embrace. It was comforting. “I’m here, Ciara. Just relax.”

She hoped the woman would somehow understand.