Windows to the soul

A smile will paint a pretty picture but it's through the eyes that you will enter into a persons soul. If you looked into my eyes I wonder if you could see. History unfold from the depth of my soul, Like an ocean the bottom runs deep.

Windows to the soul

Rommath wants to be alone. See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one. Rommath leaves the impromptu victory celebration before the others, mostly to get away from the newly resurrected Illidan Stormrage. The larger fight against the Legion still lies before them, and Rommath has no taste for any of that nonsense back-patting, nor the amazed whispers about Illidan's return.

Rommath had stood only a yard away, but he could hardly bear to look at Stormrage, and he made his escape as quickly as possible.

As he left he felt Liadrin's eyes on his back, but he didn't care. Liadrin knows him well enough to tell when he wants to be left alone. The Nightspire has many rooms.

Windows to the soul: another way of looking at each other Many studies have shown that when we meet someone for the first time, our eyes can convey a wide range of feelings: trust or distrust, security, contentment, fear, etc. The eyes ARE the windows to the Soul which create vulnerabilities from having an open heart that if you allow, will lead you to the BEST relationships and life’s experiences imaginable! I’ve realized up until now, I’ve given this more to others, strangers, colleagues, friends, etc., then I did for myself. “He looked into her eyes and said "When everything falls apart, and the day my soul refuses to move any further, I'll come back home. A home that fills me with courage and love. My home neither has doors and nor windows, All it have is walls.

Rommath wanders far and finds a small side chamber with all the bodies piled in one corner. Solicitously, whomever stacked the corpses froze them to prevent the stink of their death throes and their newly creeping decay from filling the entire tower. The chamber is an atrium with an open roof, exposing the sky, but no one's likely to trouble him in here.

Rommath shuts the double doors behind him, casts a ward to lock them closed, and slumps down exhausted on the softness of Elisande's immaculate, enchanted carpets ten feet from the silent dead.

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Leaning his aching back gratefully against the cushioned wall, Rommath at least partially relaxes. His whole body aches from a day of careening at full tilt through the Nighthold, watching his back, fighting for his life.

He's too old for this much action. His stomach grumbles, but he ignores his hunger a bit longer. When he finds the motivation and energy to lift his arms and refocus his mind, he'll conjure a cup of hot soup.

He zones out at first, his mind drifting, but as he rests Rommath finds himself eventually looking at the corpses, cataloging. Their fine clothing gives them away as nobles or courtesans who had weapons thrust into their hands, not guards or soldiers, and their frozen expressions tell of the agony and fear of death.

Rommath has seen faces stricken like theirs many, many times before, yet somehow he's never grown used to the sight. The doors burst open, crashing inward, his flickering ward short-circuiting, extinguished at the source.

The broken ward causes him a start of pain, like a static shock in his chest as his magic is crushed. Rommath stares stunned as Illidan Stormrage steps into the chamber. Illidan takes his time looking around the room, then answers Rommath's question with a question in his indelible, whispery growl.

Illidan may be on their side, but he is an enemy, and Rommath will always meet enemies on his feet. Illidan drops into a crouch and his dark head lowers a few inches in what might be grief, but Rommath feels not a shred of empathy for this corrupted creature who led his prince so merrily down the road to his gruesome fate.

Now get out before I throw you out. After all these years, it shouldn't affect him so to see Illidan again, or to simply hear Kael's name Rommath has seen the dizzying speed with which the demon hunters fight, but Illidan's upon him much faster than Rommath would have thought such a hulking wall of muscle could move, and as if that weren't enough, his power is vast.

Illidan brushes in the blink of an eye past Rommath's magical defenses and into his personal space, grabbing him about the upper arm and the neck before Rommath can so much as breathe. His posture, the sudden grab, the way he pins Rommath all scream killing rage, but Illidan tilts Rommath's chin up as gently as a lover.

Illidan's gaze through the blindfold commands attention, and something winds around them, a beast with two mouths whispering of fire and rage, heat and violence and mutual doom, and for a second Rommath fantasizes that it's Kael's restless ghost between them, because this physical altercation with Illidan is the closest he's been to Kael in a decade, and probably the closest he'll ever be again.

Their bodies stand still together without so much as a quiver, even as Rommath has the sense he's grappling for his very life, even as his heart thumps and he knows the situation has spiraled out of control. But the red sense of danger doesn't diminish his hate or his sharp tongue; Rommath may have been accosted, but he will not be intimidated.

You led us into your war and set him right on Kil'jaeden's doorstep.Windows To The Soul. 20K likes. This page is full of EYES All kinds of eyes. And feelings and stuff! The eyes are the window to a persons soul. I can imagine the trials you went through to write something so beautiful, yet deeply.

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Windows to the soul

These earrings are part of the Keith Jack Window to the Soul Collection. Wear these eternity knot earrings as a reminder that your soul is what binds your physical self to the spiritual world and it needs to be nourished with an open heart and mind.

Copy and paste the following code to link back to this work (CTRL A/CMD A will select all), or use the Tweet or Tumblr links to share the work on your Twitter or Tumblr account. The eyes really are a window to the soul, according to scientists. Patterns in the iris can give an indication of whether we are warm and trusting or neurotic and impulsive, research has found.

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