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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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Azshara had been watching Illidan, too; she was utterly smitten, it was a sort of helpless surrender to which even the strongest weren't impervious— and Vashj had tried as best she could to be patient about it. "Az, you have to be on stage in like two minutes," she said, "if you want me to spell him for you..."
"No! No, it's fine, I'm going," Azshara replied, "don't spell him, it's cool."
As for Anduin, ever since the little misunderstanding between him and Wrathion had cleared, he'd felt they'd got on much better; there's no reason to see the priestesses straight away, he thought, maybe we can just enjoy the party for a while— not like I won't be meeting with them tomorrow...
He'd thought of what Ysera had said, of how the portal he'd seen was actually a vision; it had strengthened her conviction that Anduin possessed latent prophetic abilities, and though he might not have liked to think of it, it had made him uneasy. He wondered if the vision foretold the way the Legion would invade Azeroth someday.
He knew better than to speak of it to Wrathion, though, he was wary of ruining what good relations they had— and, also, he worried about what the vision might mean in the first place. Would this be the future that would result if Wrathion failed in his mission? Or possibly if he, Anduin, was prevented from purifying the Dragon Soul...?
He was distracted from his thoughts by music that sounded some distance away, the queen was making her way up the stage steps; they had a better view of the performance from here on the lawn. Once she had reached the highest platform, Azshara beamed at the crowd and raised one hand in the air.
"All the druids, say yeah!" She called; some discordant shouts issued from the audience in response."I can't hear you!" Azshara cried, "All the druids, say yeah!"
The shouts came much louder that time, and soon Azshara was joined by another night elf woman.
"All the sorcerers, say yeah!" the other woman called, and amidst the fervent responses someone shouted, "What about us!"
"I was just getting to you lot!" Azshara called, "All the priestesses, say yeah!"
Anduin actually thought about shouting along with them when it occurred to him there were no other male priests around; he suddenly felt very daft.
Azshara then pointed toward the upper balcony and smiled, "And I hear Ysera is also with us tonight, with some dragonkin guests! That's okay, Big Mama, you don't have to shout all the way from up there!"
At that, many people in the crowd turned to look toward the upper terrace; clearly the green dragonflight were guests of honor.
Up on the balcony, Ysera turned smugly to her consorts; "Told you I'm a cool mom," she said in a very nerdy-mom way; she then turned toward one of the dancing boys and pointed two thumbs to herself. "I'm Big Mama," she informed him with her best approximation of a seductive wink.
"Oh my Titans, Mom, you did not..." Merithra, one of Ysera's brood, sank into her seat in utter humiliation; Ysera raised an eyebrow, now suspicious that her daughter had been ogling the dancer, too. "You're too young to date," she said, "no boys."
She totally said it right there in front of the dancing boy, too.
"OMT, Mom, why don't you just— tell the whole world—"
Up on the stage, Azshara got one arm amicably around Vashj's shoulder; she called out, "All right! With me as always is my homegirl, Lady Vashj— who totally redid my markings after I screwed them up earlier—anyway, enough of my rambling, you're here for the contest!"
Her voice was drowned by the cheers that came for Vashj; there also were a few for Azsharas, journalists busily worked on arcane portraits of the two women's outfits for their fashion columns.
"Jaina," Kael'thas said softly, "Look, that's Lady Vashj."
He squinted with something like disbelief, he'd never seen her as a night elf before; Vashj had been like a big sister to him, her armies had saved him and his magisters from imprisonment and certain death. It was sweet somehow, the way Azshara said Vashj had redone her markings, because this was how Kael had remembered her, too: she had been levelheaded and clever, the voice of reason that stood against Illidan's moods.
It occurred to him she must have been like a big sister to Azshara before she'd been like a big sister to him.
"Wrathion," Anduin said, "Look, they're doing a contest."
The entire evening he'd been trying to figure out some way he could casually take hold of Wrathion's hand, or do something date-like; his fingers slid tentatively on his, but he was too far intimidated to do more. He was now relatively certain, though, that Wrathion's temper had improved enough it was okay to talk about casual things like parties and contests.
Wrathion's gaze wandered down momentarily to where their fingers brushed, but then he immediately looked away— but, still, he didn't seem annoyed by Anduin's comment. "Well, let's hear what kind of contest it is," he said.
Anduin smiled despite himself; could it be they might actually have a good time...?
Jaina noticed that Kael seemed to search through the crowd, she wondered if he was looking for Illidan again— like he'd sensed his magic, and now he was trying to pinpoint where he was.
Ah— just there— Kael'thas could see him far off, in a small group some distance away; he was speaking animatedly with another guy, and Kael realized it was Malfurion. It was now apparent they really were twins, they actually had looked quite similar— Malfurion also was slender and tall, clean-shaven, his hair was similar to Illidan's in everything but color. Tyrande was stood between them, and, despite what Kael had always been made to believe, she appeared equally fond of them both.
Now, then; of course, from that distance away there was no way to know— but Kael had always envisioned that between the Stormrage twins there was something like his own jealousy of Arthas. He imagined Tyrande wouldn't have noticed Illidan at all, which would seem extra unfair considering the brothers were really so similar— but unlike the way Jaina had once been completely oblivious to Kael's existence, Tyrande seemed to like both Malfurion and Illidan, she was stood between them with one arm around each, and Kael wondered how it was that she'd supposedly rejected Illidan in the end.
They do seem happy, he thought; Master and his brother don't seem to hate each other at all.
He wasn't certain why it got his eyes damp.
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Anduin wasn't really paying attention to the queen's explanation about the contest or the prizes she had to give away; he was carefully trying to figure out the best way to make use of Wrathion's agreeable temper, he didn't want to waste this night.
"Pretty crowded here, isn't it?" he asked in his best attempt at casual observation; he said nothing about finding the priestesses.
"Yeah," Wrathion said, "it's like the entire Kaldorei populace is here tonight."
"Just about," Anduin replied, he sounded really dumb to himself; "You wanna— like— I don't know— maybe go someplace— more quiet...?"
Crap, what am I saying? That totally sounded like I'm trying to get him alone and... and...
"Trying to get me alone, are you?"
"No. I'm just saying it's really loud here."
"What about over there?"
"I don't know why you have to— why every time— why you always think—"
"Over there— see—"
"Where— over where?"
He noticed that Wrathion was pointing to a distant waterfall high in the mountains, and wasn't sure he really understood.
"What—" Anduin asked, "Up there?"
"Yeah, bet there's a pretty good view from up there."
"What do you mean, I thought we were looking for a place to go now?"
"We are, I could get us up there."
"Wh... you can't be serious..." Anduin regarded the distant hills; the waterfall seemed pretty high up.
"I'm a dragon, remember?
"Y...yeah... but..."
"You're not scared, are you?"
"N...no... b—ut— it's just— I mean— you'd, what— carry me?"
"Well—" Wrathion straightened with an air of official elegance; "I'm not some kind of taxi service or anything— but— if you asked politely... since we're friends..."
We're friends again, Anduin thought, he said we're friends.
He couldn't help smiling; "Well— if you don't mind— that is— if I'm not too heavy—"
"Pff! You saw me in my true form, I could easily carry you."
Anduin's gaze lingered on the waterfall high in the hills; truth was, the notion of flying all the way up there was pretty intimidating, especially considering he'd never ridden on Wrathion's back before— but, all the while, it seemed exhilarating exactly because he'd be riding on Wrathion's back.
Despite himself, he grinned timidly, he absently ran one hand through his hair; "Okay," he said, "Yeah, sure, that could be fun— let's do that."
Now that Anduin had accepted, Wrathion found himself faced with the reality that he'd really have to carry him— and though he'd carried others a few times before, for some reason the fact that this time it would be Anduin had got him shy.
He coughed and said, "All right, yeah, let's—"
He paused in order to have a look around, but there was no good place to go for him to change to his true form; the courtyard was completely packed. He tried to figure out some possible path to get out of that area.
"Come on, through here," he said.
And while that entire evening Anduin had tried to think of some way to get Wrathion's hand in his, here Wrathion just took hold of him like it was nothing at all— he tugged him through the busy lawn, and Anduin followed as though in a daze. The breeze swept through their hair and clothes as they waded in-between, and Anduin felt like he didn't really care where he was led— the rush of being tugged this way had him boyishly excited for adventure.
They wove through the gardens and the shrubs at their edge, and Wrathion's hand felt large and warm, his fingers were long and slender; Anduin watched his straight black hair shimmer behind him as he ran, his golden hoop earring glittered against the angle of his mandible.
Is Wrathion my boyfriend? He wondered, are we— do we—
He'd not really paid much attention to the journey they'd made, they'd ultimately stepped into a little orchard where the trees bore round and bluish fruit; a pleasant scent wafted in the air, the leaves rustled softly.
"Here's good," Wrathion said, his voice hitched just a little; he felt inexplicably nervous to do this.
Anduin paced a few steps before him, his fingers trailed absently along the bark; the cheers and shouts from the lawn came more discordant now.
Wrathion asked, "Right, well— so I'm gonna change, okay?"
Anduin flushed despite himself, he nodded rapidly and wondered why this made his pulse go fast.
At that, Wrathion didn't stall any longer; he changed to his true form, and tried his best to look regal— but there was his heart rate, still unnervingly rapid.
"Right—" he said, he held his head high with what he hoped passed for grace, he was almost certain his horns were impressive— there was no way Anduin wouldn't be impressed with his majesty then—
As for Anduin, he remained where he was, one hand still loosely fingering the tree's bark; it wasn't the first time he'd seen Wrathion in his true form as a grown drake, but it was overwhelming again just the same.
He really was... a very majestic dragon. In the dimly-lit orchard, his scales seemed to shimmer more than that time at the cave, they were dark but also iridescent somehow— as though light and color played through their black surface in some enchanted illusion. In a sense he was also a daunting presence, but visibly wise, Anduin felt he wanted very much to trace his hand along his scales—
But it was Wrathion, he couldn't just do that.
They both had become curiously shy about having Anduin climb on.
Anduin didn't want to just invite himself to do so, and Wrathion felt there was no way to ask him to ride without sounding really dumb.
"Well—" Anduin coughed, "Do I just— that is—"
"You— you have to ask politely," Wrathion stammered, "I'm not some— don't think you can just—"
"Right, sorry, sorry— ah— so— so can I— may I—if you would be so kind— as to— do me the honor—"
But it turned out Anduin's strained formality was even more awkward and difficult to endure than if he'd just asked normally; Wrathion interrupted him partway through and said, "That's good, very well, just get on."
"Oh— well— all right—"
"I— guess I should probably—"
Wrathion lowered himself a bit closer to the ground to make it a bit easier; then, he fought hard as he could for elegant composure while Anduin bloody climbed on his back.
It's cool, he tried telling himself, what's the big deal? We already did all that stuff...
But there were Anduin's hands, warm and human and touching his back all over; he could feel the weight of him, the way he adjusted himself, the slide of his legs and his thighs—
It was curious, how light he really felt.
He was slender and strong, his limbs moved into position with practiced grace, undoubtedly trained review order etiquette that came second nature after years of court decorum—
It was unexpectedly humbling somehow.
"Okay— so— are you set?" Wrathion asked, he thought he felt a bit lightheaded;
"Yeah— yes— is— this all right? Not too heavy, am I?"
"No! No way— you're— really very small."
"Oh..." Anduin said shyly; "Well— all right. Just— don't fly in some crazy way— "
Wrathion might have made fun of him for being scared, but none of that came now; he merely consented, suddenly very self-conscious of delivering a smooth and majestic sort of ride.
What if he doesn't hold on tight enough?
What if he slips up and falls— and it'll be my fault for dropping him—
He stalled for some moments while thinking this through, and finally decided he'll be really careful about making sure Anduin stays up on his back— and if he notices he starts falling off or something, he'll just kind of shift— and if worst came to worst and Anduin actually fell, he would definitely catch him, like really fast with his claws...
"All right," he finally said, "So— hold on very tight— you holding on? Okay— I'm going."
(On to Chapter 16)
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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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