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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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This is dumb, Anduin thought; if you don't make a move, you'll be drinking juice with a bunch of babies for the rest of your life.
He had tried uselessly to will himself into courage, to no avail; for some reason, the prospect of asking Wrathion to go with him was more daunting than that time he'd stood up to Garrosh all those years ago.
Granted, that time he'd been overcome by adrenaline, but it certainly ought to have been more terrifying than this— Anduin cleared his throat and turned bravely to Wrathion.
"Ah—" he said, and Wrathion regarded him moodily enough he retreated again after that; "Nothing," he stammered, "Just— I was wondering— if you could pass me— the sugar—"
"The sugar?!" Wrathion replied, and Anduin discovered at that moment it was actually humanly possible to feel even more stupid than he had a few seconds before.
"Yeah, I— yeah."
Wrathion slid the sugar toward him in the most silently venomous way that sugar could be slid, and Anduin muttered some thanks before toying with the container in his hands.
Great, he thought, I have no idea what to do with this now.
Some seats away, Ysera became aware that possibly those two were bored, and it made no sense to her, because she'd been certain she was a cool mom— but maybe they were just at that age, and maybe they wanted to hang out away from moms, cool or not.
"Look there, Eranikus," she said matter-of-factly, "Well, isn't that a group of priestesses there? Maybe Anduin would like to go and introduce himself."
It was possibly the least cool thing a mom could have said, considering Wrathion probably hated Anduin super badly at that moment for wanting to employ his priestly talents in service of the Dragon Soul.
By the Light, Anduin thought, why doesn't the earth just open up and swallow me whole?
But before the earth could do so, Wrathion turned to him mockingly and said, "Oh, yes, Anduin, why don't you go and introduce yourself to the priestesses?"
Truth be told, Anduin was actually quite compelled to do so; the ancient priestesses of Elune were fascinating to him.
But he couldn't say that with Wrathion like right there.
On hearing Wrathion's comment, Ysera mentally patted herself on the back for a job well done, she grinned contentedly at the princes and held out her hand; in a shimmer of green light, a small blossom appeared in her palm and she beckoned to Anduin.
"Take this as a gift to the priestesses from me, and say I had sent you."
For a moment, both Anduin and Wrathion leaned over to look with interest; Wrathion actually asked, "What is it?"
"It's a blossom of the dream," she said, "They'll know when they see it."
"I won't— like— fall asleep if I touch it, would I?" Anduin asked, and Ysera shook her head; "No, it's fine; it feels just like a regular flower."
Anduin leaned forth to pick the thing up, and though it glimmered magically in his hand, it really did feel like just a regular flower.
"Wrathion, why don't you go with him?" Ysera asked, like she was totally clueless— Anduin was so freaking embarrassed— but the end result was that Wrathion did go with him, and Anduin found himself lightheadedly descending the stairwell at his side.
After they had left, Ysera appeared for some moments deep in thought; she turned to Itharius, then Eranikus, and asked, "I'm a cool mom, right?"
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"Kael'thas, what the hell?"
Jaina whispered hesitantly while Kael led her discreetly to the backstage area; "We'll get in trouble, we're not supposed to be here."
"Yeah, I know," he said, "but I wanna check out that harp."
"You can't just waltz up there and check out the harp."
"Dath'remar is my ancestor, I wanna know why I've never seen a harp like that."
"Um, I don't know, maybe because he didn't take enormous musical instruments with him across the ocean?"
"Yeah, there is that." He turned back to Jaina with a mischievous grin; "But I still wanna see it."
"Why do you keep doing these things?"
"I have a right to that harp! I'm the last in my lineage!"
"Not right now you're not! You don't even look like him, for all he knows, you're a dragon—"
"I hear you're into dragons."
She had to turn her head aside so he wouldn't see her snicker.
Jaina walked behind Kael uncertainly, like she knew they'd get into trouble any minute — she had to admit, though, there was a certain thrill to this, she'd be lying if she'd said she didn't enjoy it at all. The curtain was drawn shut at that moment while stagehands were busy arranging instruments for the next act, and some of the previous act's instruments were set aside at the back; Kael's face came alight when he spotted the harp Dath'remar had played.
It was unmistakable in its dimensions, it called to him as with its own sort of magic; Kael'thas dragged Jaina toward it with absolute satisfaction.
"Look at this," he mouthed, and Jaina glanced around to see if anyone was coming; "I don't think we should touch it..." she said, but by then she knew there was no point; she knew he would touch it all over, and wondered how he planned to get out of it when inevitably they'd be discovered.
She stood uselessly with arms crossed while Kael'thas paced slowly round the harp, he saw beauty in it to which she was consciously blind; his hand caressed it affectionately and he rose on tiptoe in order to tune the strings, while his long hair waved and rippled down his back. It was very endearing somehow.
"Oh... oh no..." Jaina murmured, "You're not honestly going to play it."
"I'm going to play it."
"Kael'thas— everyone will fucking hear you."
Kael sat himself on the bench with aristocratic grace and got his hands up midair; he regarded Jaina with a cheeky smile and said, "Then they're in for a treat."
--
Azshara was a proper mess.
She was sat with Vashj in a distant corner by the Well, where the lights weren't terribly bright and no one could see the way her face paints had run; "Hey, it's all right..." Vashj tried to console her, but it was no use.
"He said Illidan hadn't even checked the arcane message I'd sent him," she sobbed theatrically into her designer limited edition mooncloth handkerchief," and that he didn't even know where he was tonight..."
"Listen, Azshara..." Vashj said as she took her hands, "You can't cry like this, you have like a whole party to manage..."
"I know..." Azshara cried, "I just need— like— a few minutes— "
"Don't let this bug you, if worst comes to worst, you can always just spell him to do your bidding..."
"I know..." Azshara cried some more, "what's wrong with me, right? I mean, that's what my mom would have done..."
"That's what everyone does... I mean, girl, you were born with these gifts for a reason, use your magic..."
"I know..."
She swiped gracelessly at her eyes and then observed the way the colors ran on her wrist; "Yeuch," she said, part-laughing and part-crying; "I just totally smeared my markings."
"It's cool, give me a sec—"
Vashj regarded the queen's face for a moment and then cast a subtle spell to redo the markings; "There, I think that's how you had it; it was like an ivy leaf right there, and some stars—"
"Yeah, did you make three stars? I had a star going like up here—"
She leaned over the banister to gaze into the waters of the Well, but her reflection was too blurry to see anything.
"Yeah, three stars, like, here—" Vashj indicated the location on her own face.
"Okay, cool, cool..." Azshara sniffled and tried to pull herself back together; "Thank you, you totally get me..." She reached absently to dab at her face, but Vashj held her back.
"Don't, you'll mess it up again," she warned, and Azshara nodded; "Yeah, sorry."
"Anyway," Vashj said, "you have to get back to the courtyard, a queen can't cry like some little man."
"Yeah, don't worry," Azshara said, "I'm cool, I don't look like I've been crying, do I? I don't have, like, snot all over the place—"
"No, you look fine— now go, you only have like ten minutes before you were gonna do that contest."
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This is it, Anduin thought, you're technically on a date. Or was it a date? I can't just subtly try to hold his hand, he'd probably bite my head off; but fuck, I have to say something...!
"So lame of Ysera, right?" he asked, though he was secretly grateful; "Like I wanna— introduce myself to some priestesses..."
Wrathion regarded him dryly; "Don't you want to introduce yourself to some priestesses?"
"Oh! Pff! No. No, why would I— not like I wasn't going to meet them tomorrow anyway—"
"You're not a particularly convincing liar," Wrathion said.
"I'm not lying."
Anduin had been so deeply consumed in his conversation with Wrathion he hadn't realized they'd got all the way down the steps— and now that he was stood there, the entire scene was almost too much to take in.
He remained where he was for some moments, the glittering enchanted lights reflecting in his eyes; it occurred to him it was the perfect setting for a date— if they actually were on one.
"Let's just get this over with," Wrathion muttered, "Where were those priestesses? Who can find anything in this crowded place?"
--
Even the heavy arcane energies of Zin-Azshari weren't impregnable to the innocent light of the moon; Elune's servitors paced barefoot through the grass in a pale and glowing procession, like nothing could touch the purity of their purpose. Laurna Morninglight walked beside Dentaria Silverglade and Tyrande Whisperwind, they paused curiously on their journey at a somber and penetrating sound, something mournfully tender they'd not expected to hear at the courtyard of Azshara's palace.
"Sisters," Tyrande said, "Listen, the Song of Elune."
It was the purest and most innocent sort of heartache, which bled through the night with unspoken anguish they'd not known before.
At the priestesses' side, even Illidan stilled; there was a music box Tyrande had gifted him which played this song.
She must not have remembered at all, but he'd handled it with greater reverence than he'd show any deity.
Azshara paused halfway on her journey back to the stage; she got one hand on Vashj's wrist and murmured, "I can feel it; I can feel his magic, he's here."
Beside Kael'thas, Jaina was stood with her arms crossed; there was in her something brittle and fragile which threatened to break, she was far past the point of trying to stop him. There was such deep and rich, overwhelming torment his fingers coaxed from the strings, that she understood she never knew him at all— and now that she'd begun to, she foresaw a world of pain too scathing to bear.
Then, without preamble, his hands stopped mid-note; his gaze turned distantly from the harp with raw and longing agony, to where he was almost unrecognizable.
The sound reverberated gradually until it decayed out of audible range, and Kael mouthed only the single word,
Master—
(On to Chapter 14)
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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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