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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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After Jaina and Aethas took off, Anduin remained completely red in the face, he walked stiffly beside the others without really paying attention to anything; he kept thinking of what Aethas had said.
Boyfriend.
He'd never had a boyfriend or girlfriend before; it was a sort of untouchable holy grail he'd only ever known in dreams, and which got him curiously elated when he thought it might be true. Is Wrathion my boyfriend? Do you become boyfriends when you do sexual stuff?
What about what he said that time he kissed me, when he was all, 'you've always known the place you have in my heart'?
Funny how something like that seemed to take the same level of significance as their mission, he regarded Wrathion tentatively out the corner of his eye as to assess to what extent he seemed to act boyfriendy, on a scale from one to ten.
Somewhere at the back of his mind, he remembered his friend had said they hadn't come there to celebrate, but he couldn't help thinking of how Aethas said they ought to go and have a good time; and if they did— if they went and had a good time, that was— would it be a date?
Either way, he couldn't very well tell him directly he wanted to go and have fun at the party, not after he'd declared with such conviction he totally wasn't saying they had come to celebrate; but maybe he could reason with him that since they were already there, it would be weird not to act like normal party-goers...
But as he got a subtle look of him, it seemed the matter was hopeless; Wrathion appeared seven different kinds of pissed off, he'd probably breathe fire at him if he'd so much as asked.
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On their descent down the hill, Jaina was awkwardly holding her staff, she tried not to skid down the grassy cline as Aethas pulled her along; "Wait...! Kael'thas, I can't run this fast—"
His face was flushed with excitement, he really still was a little kid; "Sorry, sorry," he said breathlessly, he slowed down to a trot and tugged her by the wrist. Some part of him hoped she would trip so he could catch her— but, of course, she wasn't so clumsy.
They were stood in a small thicket of trees, about halfway to the palace; "You all right?" Aethas asked, he watched her tug at the fabric of her robes, which had got a bit disheveled on the run.
"Can't we just walk, I know you're excited—"
"Yeah, sure," he said quickly, "Walking's good."
He wanted to ask her, Remember the parties at Dalaran? But those parties were nothing like this; he'd never seen such impeccable style. Whoever designed this place clearly hadn't survived to more modern times.
Jaina gazed back to the way they had come, their group appeared to meander slowly down the hill; she spotted Anduin and wondered if it was really okay to leave him like this. Her attention was diverted when Aethas said her name, he grinned mischievously and said, "I can take my true form, if you want."
"What?"
"You know," he said, "Like the other day; it's not like anyone would recognize me."
Jaina was going to ask, what about Ysera? — But then she remembered that this was Ysera of ten thousand years ago; she wouldn't know who Kael'thas was, and Jaina had already told Anduin. But Kael didn't know that she had, did he not mind? Was it because Anduin supported him during the meeting...?
It occurred to her, though, that Kael wanted to take his true form; he was tired of hiding, and missed being the beloved elven prince; she thought of how he'd said, I haven't had a good time in years.
"All right," she said, "Yeah, okay."
Up still at the hilltop, Wrathion squinted when there came a low shimmer of light from a thicket of trees somewhere beneath, he paused and got one hand on Anduin's shoulder; "What's that, down there?" he asked, "What are they doing?"
Anduin had seen it, too, but he wasn't terribly alarmed; he'd grown up around Jaina and her Kirin Tor colleagues, and merely replied, "I don't know, probably mage stuff."
He was very aware of Wrathion's hand on his shoulder.
This is dumb, he thought, we're going to the palace either way; it wouldn't be that weird if I asked to hang out with Wrathion alone, instead of with the green dragons.
But he couldn't bring himself to ask, especially with his friend in such a terrible mood; great, he sulked inwardly, most people there are probably on dates, but we're going there with like Ysera's whole family and a bunch of her babies.
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"I don't think Illidan's here," Azshara said to Vashj with audible disappointment; they were sat by the large fountain in the courtyard with some drinks, Azshara was absently inspecting her nails. "I haven't seen him all night, usually wouldn't he be hanging out with Malfurion?"
A small group of elves passed by, they cheered drunkenly at Azshara and called out about what an amazing party it was.
"Woohoo!" She cheered back, "All right, glad you guys are having a good time!" But she slumped back when she turned to Vashj; "That sucks if he didn't even come," she said, "I wore this dress especially— by the way, do you like this dress? Do you think it looks dumb, the way the sleeves are all like this—"
"No, the dress is totally cute," Vashj reassured her, "I like the way the sleeves go."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, for sure... well, listen, I don't know, maybe he's just not here yet, want me to go ask Malfurion?"
"No! No, don't ask him, then he'll know I like Illidan."
"You could always just spell him or something," Vashj offered, and Azshara sighed, "Yeah, I know... I bet I'll end up having to do that, but I kinda wanted— you know, for him to like me on his own..."
"Yeah, I get that," Vashj said.
Somewhere in the background, Dath'remar was tearing it up on the harp, he had his shirt off and was swinging it around with one hand before letting it fly into the crowd; cheers echoed through the courtyard as people jumped up to catch it, and Azshara said, "He's also cute."
"Hot is more like it," Vashj said; she looked over her shoulder at the stage somewhere off. "Sunstrider, that one's pretty wild."
"You think that's really his natural hair color?"
"No way, probably spelled it or something."
"You think Illidan's hair color is natural? Maybe he spelled it, too, so he wouldn't look exactly like Malfurion."
Vashj considered; "You know, I never thought about that. I guess you can't just go up to him and ask, can you?"
"Yeah, he'd probably think I'm weird."
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To Kael'thas, the hike to the palace was pure enjoyment; he and Jaina waded through the tall grass, they cleared shoots aside with their hands and wands, Kael was visibly pleased to be himself again. On their approach, the music grew louder, he could make out the unmistakable sound of a harp, but like none he'd heard before; it was something like an electric or enchanted sort of harp, and the tone of the music, itself, was foreign.
"By the Sun," he said to Jaina, "Do you know how many hours a day my father used to make me practice the harp?"
"You play the harp?" Jaina asked, and Kael'thas regarded her incredulously; "I played the bloody harp at Dalaran! I was in the court of musicians—"
"Okay, okay, sorry!" Jaina squirmed, "I guess I didn't know—"
"Pff," Kael'thas huffed, "I can't believe you didn't know— I thought everyone knew—"
And I'm really good at it, too, he thought, but of course she hadn't paid attention; she was probably focused on whatever stupid thing Arthas was doing.
"I'm totally better than this guy, or— whoever's playing right now—"
"Okay, sorry, I get it..."
When he thought of it, though, he actually wasn't quite sure if he was better than whoever was playing; while it was true Kael'thas really was well-practiced in all manner of musical instruments, the sort of harp playing now was so completely different from any he'd known that he was uncertain what to make of it.
The closer they approached, the louder the music became, and so had the hum of discordant chatter; there were cheers and mirthful shouts, the lights became warmer and brighter as the palace gardens came into view.
"The Well of Eternity must be just at the back," Kael'thas said, there was in his voice unmistakable longing; Jaina had to fight her own urge to go there, she tugged her hand away from his and said, "We're not going to the Well."
Kael'thas paused and stared at her with vast exasperation. "We're not going there? Are you kidding? We've come this whole way and we're not going to see it?"
"I thought I told you!"
"Sheesh, Jaina, I just wanna have a look, what do you think I'm gonna do?"
"I don't know!"
"What, you think I'm gonna— like— summon Kil'jaeden— like I can't go there without blowing up the whole world—"
"Could you blame me? What did you think I'm watching you for?"
"Can you honestly say you're not even a little bit curious?"
Jaina rubbed hard at her eyes; "I thought you said you wanted to come here to have fun."
"I do—"
"Then what's all this talk about the Well of Eternity?"
"Fine. Know what? We'll go, but I won't get close to it."
"Maybe later."
"Really?"
"No."
"Jaina!"
"Did you learn to whine like this from Anduin? We'll go later, if you're good."
"Fine."
On their approach up the walkway, the palace was revealed with shimmering magical lights painting colors along its exterior; the immaculate gardens glittered with bulbs and silvery moons, there were lights strung in chains between the treetops, and lanterns suspended midair.
Signs led the way to the courtyard proper, where now the music was loud enough its pulse reverberated through the earth; on looking up Jaina could see there were people everywhere, they crowded the glamorous stairs and ramps, where lights and lanterns decorated the treetops.
Enchanted butterflies flickered up from the spiraling steps, there were male dancers on several raised platforms, whose costumes shimmered magically.
"Think we'll get to see the queen?" Kael'thas asked, there were so many people there he wondered if they'd recognize her at all.
As they passed through the garden, the night elves stared from all around; Dragons, they said to each other, because before there were blood elves or humans, only dragons ever took on forms like theirs.
Jaina nudged Kael'thas, "They think we're dragons, did you hear that?"
"Dragons..." Kael laughed, "That's the first time someone thought that of me."
Jaina knew he wouldn't want to disguise their appearance in order to blend in, though, so she didn't ask.
Small groups of chairs and tables were elegantly arranged in certain locations through the garden, little torches burned aesthetically in their midst and colored lights painted haloes on the earth; far off at the opposite end of the yard was a stage, where masses of people were crowded, they shouted and cheered for the band.
"Well, you have to say you'll dance with me," Kael'thas said, "You have to give me something since we didn't go to the Well."
"I don't know..." Jaina said, because she could see where this was going: he was testing his boundaries, and it was her place to stop him when he'd got too romantic.
"Come on, I'm very skilled on my feet, you'll be surprised."
"I'm sure you are, don't all princes have to learn that stuff—"
"Yeah, so what's the problem? You afraid you'll fall for me?"
Jaina laughed; "What, because you can dance?"
"Yeah, because I can dance."
"All right— fine. But no weird... I don't know... no weird touching."
"No weird touching?" He snickered, "So just— un-weird touching."
"No touching!"
"Wh— you have to have some touching if you're gonna dance—"
"You know what kind of touching I mean."
Kael'thas rolled his eyes and sighed theatrically, his hand came on hers with such discreet grace she was caught off guard when he easily twirled her into his arms.
Jaina gasped; she chuckled in surprise and felt somehow clumsy, and Kael vastly enjoyed that; "See?" he asked with practiced elegance, "You're falling for me already."
"Kael'thas—" Jaina started, but she had to look down at her feet to see how he arranged her, she wasn't exactly sure how to move or what to do; Kael was stupidly pleased, for once, there was something he could do that she couldn't, who looked dumb now...?
He could see her sort of stumble, she appeared awkward and uncertain, and it was utterly endearing; he hoped so much that he was impressing her.
There was music and chatter and shouts all round, and talk in a form of Darnassian that was difficult to understand when people spoke too fast; it didn't matter that Jaina's hair had gone completely white, that by now she appeared nearly old enough to be his mother— Kael couldn't remember the last time he'd been so happy.
"Don't look at me like that," Jaina said, he could've sworn he'd seen her flush; "Like what?" he asked bemusedly, "Like I wanna kiss you so badly it hurts?"
At that, her smile faded; she looked sadly aside and said, "Stop that. This isn't fair, I told you I'm with Kalec."
He felt bad for what he'd said; he'd not acknowledged it to himself, but it was emotionally manipulative; still, he couldn't help himself, he had loved her for so many years—
"Can't you just have us both?" he asked with a grin, "I wouldn't mind, I like boys, too."
It got her to smile; "You have it all figured out, don't you?" she asked.
"You did say we're not meant to compete."
"I could start a small harem."
"See, that's the spirit."
At the song's conclusion, the crowd burst into whistles and cheers, Kael and Jaina turned their heads to regard the stage some distance off; there was some night elf stood with his shirt off and the largest harp Kael had ever seen, he had one fist raised and shouted, "For Azshara...!"
At that, the cheers grew even louder; "For Azshara...!" the crowds shouted back.
Kael'thas remembered a time when he, too, had been this well-loved by his people.
"Look," Jaina said while pointing to the stage, "Is that the queen?"
Kael'thas paused somewhere mid-turn; he raised his eyes to the crowded platform, where a night elf woman was making her way up the stage steps. She was wearing the most stylish dress Kael had ever seen, everything about her outfit was flawless, from the awesome way her hair was done down to her really cute shoes.
She trotted up energetically and got her arms around the harpist, then turned back to the audience. "Refreshment Table!" She called the band's name, and the crowd clapped enthusiastically and cheered; there were a few more For Azshara! cries, which had her beam and shout back, "Yay! For me!"
She was relatable and funny, and still had one arm around the harpist when she spoke."Don't go anywhere," she called to the crowd, "there's a contest coming up with some amazing prizes, let's hear it for Dath'remar Sunstrider, I'm totally not grabbing his ass right now!"
At that, the harpist jumped a bit, but he turned back to the audience and cheered back at them.
Both Jaina and Kael'thas froze; Kael murmured, "You have got to be kidding me..."
"That's your—" Jaina said;
"My great, great grandfather," Kael'thas croaked.
"The guy who founded Quel'thalas?"
"That's the one..."
"And made the Sunwell?"
After that, Kael'thas had no words left; he wasn't sure what to make of any of it.
While she was stood on stage, Azshara tried scanning the crowd, but the lights were so bright she couldn't see anything; she was beginning to think Illidan really hadn't come, and despite her cheerful exterior, she started to feel quite depressed.
After the fact, she had actually approached Malfurion and his friends, and even though she didn't want to look desperate, the torment of not knowing had become unbearable; she grinned as though she and Malfurion were friends and asked directly, "Hey, is Illidan with you guys?"
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Anduin by now was about as sulky as Wrathion; they were sat with Ysera and her consorts on the upper balcony, where Itharius had said it was safer for little whelps, away from the huge crowds.
It was totally lame.
They didn't even get to have alcoholic drinks, they were served moonberry juice like a couple of babies, Eranikus had a whelp on his lap and was singing some nursery song to him in draconic.
Anduin sat moodily with his juice, he thought that even aunt Jaina got to have fun, and she was like a million years old; it wasn't fair, he thought of what Aethas had said about how he'd really never lived, and now he was certain he was never going to, either.
It was Wrathion's fault, really, for being such a dick; Anduin glared at him petulantly, until Wrathion caught his gaze— at which point Anduin rapidly looked away.
For all his anger, he'd become too shy of him to tell him outright.
(On to Chapter 13)
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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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