Blince

“I’ve learned that waiting is the most difficult bit,
and I want to get used to the feeling,
knowing that you’re with me,
even when you’re not by my side.” 

Sometimes when you do not expect it​, things happens. He stood in front of her at the ruins of Bree and kneeled down on one knee, looked up at her and said:

As Blince walked casually through Begger's alley for the um-teenth time this week, he began thinking. Not why he was doing it, he knew why. He was bored, and longed for something to take his anger out on. So he acted as a ''Hero'', even though he was barely one. He killed anyone who he thought deserved it, and beat the other's half to death. 

I needed to travel away again... far away from him. That wasn't the last time when I left him for days.

Blince slowly made his way to the grave he erected for his deceased wife; Triche. And his deceased daughter; Bianca. He stops infront of it, staring a moment before drops onto one knee.

When I got home, a letter was waiting for me... I thought he will wait for me, but he just sent me a letter. I took his letter and walked by the river, sat down near the water and just looked into it. The letter was in my hand and I thought what will I read in it. I didn't want to start to read it, I wanted more time...

Lied down on my stomach next to the lake and put my hands into the cold water. Looked around and thought about where did I arrive this time.I didn't have a goal, I just followed the way forward. Looked into the water and I would see my face in it.

"Who is that girl? Who am I?"

Blince walked slowly into his home, and glanced left and right before laying down his gear, in it's usual spot by the door. He then went over to his bedroom, and peeked the door open to peer at Ivornwen, and smiled faintly as he saw sleeping peacefully, if not snoring loudly every now and then. The door closed carefully under his hand, and he took up his journal and pen and slouched down unto his chair.