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Timeless: a Wranduin Story	By : flagfish Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 4143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Queen Azshara threw the best parties in all of Kalimdor. There were spectacular magical special effects, the most fabulous contemporary fashions, famous and talented bands from all across the continent; the music would echo late into the night, with light shows of silver and gold washing over the courtyard from the palace balcony, they reflected in the glittering waters of the Well of Eternity below.
She had personally selected the most handsome of her Kaldorei men to serve as dancers, and not only the highborne— she was accepting of any caste, so long as the guys were hot.
Everyone was invited. The palace gardens were utterly packed, her people would travel from far and wide to make the occasion, it was never something to miss; her chefs consistently prepared a wide array of exquisite delicacies, there were prizes and drinks and gifts—
The following days, there would be articles and pictures all over the Zin-Azshari Tribune and the Suramar Gazette about what Azshara wore, and which celebrities had been there.
The queen, herself, felt most at ease in the company of her adoring masses.
"Hey, looking good, Kur'talos! Marinda, you guys having a good time?"
She'd wander merrily through the crowd, followed by her homegirl, Lady Vashj, they'd cheer shamelessly at the band and the dancers; she never had enough coins for them.
All the while she'd really only be looking for one thing.
"Look there," Vashj leaned in to whisper at her ear, "there's Malfurion."
"Where?" Azshara stood at attention; if Malfurion was there, that meant he'd probably brought along his brother.
"Don't look now," Vashj whispered back, "just act like you're talking to me."
They pretended to dance along with everyone else, and all the while Azshara felt very compelled to turn her head and look. "Is he there?" she asked, "Illidan?"
Vashj attempted as discreetly as possible to gaze in that direction; "I don't see him," she said, "It's just Malfurion, he's talking to some guys."
Back then, the Stormrage twins looked almost exactly alike; their hair color was the only way to really tell them apart, but Azshara liked Illidan.
"Really, he's hotter," she'd explain helpfully to Vashj, "I don't know, he just is."
He wasn't even highborne, but his fierce command of magic was a thing to watch; he was like a wild, reckless animal who knew no limits and could not be tamed.
Azshara had whispered to Vashj, I bet he's a good fuck.
At the front of the garden was a lavishly decorated stage for the musicians and singers, there were a number of different bands, including Zin-Azshari's very own group, Refreshment Table; the highborne cheered louder than everyone when their home band took to the stage, led by their very own celebrated harpist, Dath'remar Sunstrider.
He was exotically beautiful, with unique auburn hair which gleamed with streaks of gold; completely natural, he'd told Mana Gem magazine, it had been his trademark on stage.
"Ooh, girl," Vashj whispered discreetly to Azshara, "look at the size of that harp."
"His fingers can work those strings like magic," Azshara replied, their voices were drowned by the fervent shouts and cheers.
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Truly, old Ashenvale was not what Anduin had expected; he wasn't sure what he'd anticipated, really, he reminded himself this was before magic was banned here; it was before it had called the attention of the Legion and before it was perceived as a serious threat.
Which was why Wrathion was so rigidly opposed to their purpose here; the Dragon Soul, itself, was an item once sought by Sargeras.
When he thought of Ashenvale, Anduin imagined the peaceful enchanted forests, the curiously glowing shrubs and shimmering fairy lights— but now that they'd arrived, the very earth seemed to pulse with the thrum of loud music, it was like the Tauren Chieftains played electric harps instead of guitars; lavish and colorful fireworks were seen exploding high in the heavens.
"This is Ashenvale...?" He asked Jaina, who appeared to be just as much in awe.
She could feel the arcane currents in the air; it was like nothing she'd known before, it demanded from her a foreign appetite she never knew she had— and she was certain it was the Well of Eternity.
"You feel it, don't you," Aethas whispered to her, and Jaina regarded him pensively; he appeared somehow overcome, like already three quarters of him had surrendered, there was desire in his eyes she'd never seen before.
For him, it must be so much worse, she thought, how does he manage to stay composed?
She wanted to say she was watching him, that he'd best not be getting ideas— but she felt defeated by the Well's energies, herself, it occurred to her that if Kael'thas really wanted to, he'd have done something sinister already; the arcane winds transparent in the air all around were enough to wield power greater than they could in their own time.
Out the corner of his eye, Anduin regarded Wrathion; he felt terribly guilty somehow, aware how much his friend was opposed to this journey; he was almost compelled to apologize, but held his tongue, because he could not deny he wanted very much to come here.
"This is Zin-Azshari, little he-priest," Ysera explained to Anduin, "Queen Azshara's palace is just at the edge of the Well." She had told him before that she wanted to take him to visit the Sisterhood of Elune, where his talents may be examined by High Priestess Dejahna.
Anduin nodded, his eyes fixed on the magical lights that glimmered far off; "It's very loud," he remarked, and Eranikus explained a big party was held that night.
To Anduin, Queen Azshara was a thing of legends; she was a figure in stories you told little kids, the beautiful and terrible naga queen who lived deep beneath the ocean, possibly a more powerful sorceress than any the world had known.
But he knew that at one time, long ago, she had been a real person, before the naga came to be— she had been the queen of the night elves,and it seemed from the looks of things now that she knew how to have a good time.
"I think I'm going deaf," he chuckled, "my father would never let me go to a party like this."
Aethas briefly nudged him, "You've really never lived, have you?" he asked, and now Jaina smacked his arm with an incredulous laugh. "You idiot! Don't give him ideas!"
Aethas smirked in response, he rubbed at his arm and flashed Jaina a smile; he asked, "Could you do that again?"
Anduin watched without being sure what to make of it; was it just in his mind, or did those two somehow appear to be on friendly terms?
As their little group approached a clearing in the forest, the dimensions of the palace stretched before them on full display, a structure breathtaking in its majesty and alight with spectacular flashes of arcane force.
Even Wrathion, in his deep and bitter sulking, came to feel overwhelmed; he stared with just as much awe as the others, the glittering fireworks reflected in the red of his eyes.
"Such power," he mouthed, even he could feel it.
Aethas was stood in mute silence, undone utterly and emotionally moved; he looked on with breath suspended, it was even more stunning than Sunfury Spire, and countless times more magically powerful.
When he found his voice, he murmured weakly to Jaina, "You're babysitting me, right?"
Jaina regarded him with some uncertainty, but she was clearly amused; "You better believe it, there's no way I'm letting you waltz around this place on your own."
Very slowly, his mouth stretched in a smile. "I was hoping you'd say that," he replied, he got his hand warmly in hers.
"Come on," he whispered, "Let's ditch these guys. I haven't had a good time in years."
Jaina gave a surprised laugh; "Are you crazy?" she whispered back, "I have to stay with Anduin, I can't just let him—"
"Jaina," Aethas whispered, "He's old enough, let him enjoy himself for once."
"I can't! I have to watch him, Varian would—"
"Varian was already married at his age. The kid is so stiff, let him have some fun."
He got one hand on Anduin's shoulder and leaned to convene with him; "I'm taking your aunt for a stroll at the palace," he whispered, "That all right?"
"Wait, what?" Anduin laughed, he regarded them both in confusion; they now had Wrathion's attention, too.
Aethas leaned just a bit closer and whispered at Anduin's ear, "If I were you, I'd ditch these guys, too; go have a good time with your boyfriend."
"W— wait, what?" In a matter of microseconds, Anduin went from zero to completely red; his head flipped to Wrathion rapidly, then back to Aethas. "Woah, wait a second, he's not my— why would you say— why would I want— no, it's not like that—"
Wrathion regarded them both very dryly, aware without hearing the whispers that this somehow involved him.
"We aren't here to celebrate, Anduin Wrynn," he deadpanned, and Anduin stiffly stammered, "Yeah, I know! That's exactly what I said, I totally wasn't saying we're here to— like—to celebrate— or whatever—"
The look Aethas was giving him totally wasn't helping his cause.
Ysera, apparently, gave her approval, and before Anduin could say much more, Jaina was rapidly calling apologies and warnings to him while Aethas gripped her by the wrist; Anduin watched him trot merrily down the hillside with her in his grasp, like a little boy on the last day of lessons.
(On to Chapter 12)
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A/N: I would love to find someone interested in roleplaying Warcraft lore, especially Wrathion/Anduin, though there are a lot of lore characters I like. I've had a very difficult time finding anyone interested in this, as WoW fangirls usually like RPing their OCs (which I'm not interested in doing). It's cool by me if you're not completely versed in the lore, I'm not a die-hard lore person, myself, and it's something you can read about a bit at a time as necessary. If you're over 18 and feel like giving it a try, please let me know (contact info on my profile). Thank you!
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