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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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When Krasus had been gifted to Alexstrasza, he'd been just barely a drake; she had taken his virginity, but her other three consorts were tasked with teaching him to make love. It were they who held him down while she took him, and kissed his brow and stroked his hair; they caressed and consoled him, because he'd been terribly frightened, and utterly unprepared for his duty to the queen.
They had told him before that the Lifebinder was gentle and kind— that he didn't see it yet, but as the queen's consort he'd been assigned an important and highly coveted role. But, at the time, none of that had done much to quell his apprehension; he stood timidly in wait while adorned in the glimmering decorations fastened to his ankles and wrists, the gilded chains arranged elaborately round his naked body and his member.
"But you look stunning," the other consorts had said, and indeed Krasus had been uniquely handsome, he was gentle as well, and graceful in his step.
He'd been practically shivering that night when he'd been brought before the queen, the tiny bells at his ankles jingled lightly while he paced barefoot on the soft bed of grass.
Alexstrasza had observed him from her raised platform in this enchanted inner sanctum, lain in her true form amongst sweet blossoms and shrubs— and Krasus felt morbidly terrified by the sheer size of her.
But when her voice came, it was compassionate and kind, she beckoned him gently toward her; at Krasus' side, the eldest consort, Tyran, whispered to him that he was in good hands.
Before the queen, Krasus felt so powerless, so small, he trembled when he knelt on one knee— but when he looked discreetly upon her, he found her eyes ancient and wise, her gaze was filled with maternal tenderness.
"Do not be afraid," she said softly, she changed to her mortal guise as to ease his apprehension of her overwhelming power; but, even so, she was larger in stature, and he felt vulnerably young and naked in contrast with her elaborate, dignified robes.
"Your brothers tell me you've come to perform beautifully," she said, like she were speaking to a child— and while her other consorts were not Krasus' brothers directly by blood, they had taken him in like a family and patiently taught him what he ought to do. "They are all so proud of you," she continued, her hand raked carefully through his long hair.
She then leaned very close and pressed her lips to his forehead; she whispered, "Be at peace, little one; your brothers will not leave your side this night."
But on his first night at such a duty, Malygos had no brothers who would kiss his brow or stroke his hair; he hadn't been much older than a drake, himself, and far younger than Sindragosa, the consort assigned to him by the titans. He was terribly self-conscious and timid, and had denied anyone the right to his private quarters for months, until the other aspects began to worry he would not sire progeny to protect the world.
It was Nozdormu who ultimately took him aside, he caressed his hair gently and promised he would take care of him; he called him little brother and mouthed at his ear,
"Little darling, you need not worry your heart; lay your head in my lap and close your eyes, I will hold you until it is over."
It was something of which the other aspects never spoke, but they knew it was Nozdormu who ultimately resolved the matter of Malygos; they knew and never spoke also of the fact that Malygos had never attended his own consorts without Nozdormu's presence.
Beneath the guise of his arrogance, Malygos had been very self-conscious and shy, he did not like to venture outside his home at the Eye of Eternity— which, in itself, had been magically concealed from plain view. He did not like to be stared at directly or looked upon, and had been afraid to be touched; he had been almost certain there was no desire in him for intimate pleasure at all, until he had felt it at Nozdormu's patient hands. And it was then that he'd realized it wasn't ardent pleasure, itself, which he did not desire, but rather the horrifying scrutiny directed at his most intimate and vulnerable parts.
There developed between him and Nozdormu an unspoken brotherly bond, where Malygos knew that even while Nozdormu had loved Soridormi, he had been his— and he would be his until the end of time.
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"No," Jaina said, "Absolutely not. Anduin, this has gone too far; change back and we'll go get Ysera."
Azshara had asked her stylists and designers to make Anduin irresistible to the high priestess; it was something Jaina hadn't liked the sound of from the get-go, but Anduin bravely agreed, after the weight of the situation had been explained to him. Jaina had waited impatiently with Wrathion, who, despite everything, was quite curious to see what it was exactly that they had in mind.
After a great deal of debate, the queen had assured Jaina that Anduin would not be spelled or enchanted, or manipulated or controlled in any way; but Jaina suspected even then that she still wouldn't like where this would go.
When finally he'd been presented to them, Jaina thought she could almost hear Varian somehow ripping through the very fabric of time, only to reach this moment in order to unleash his rage at what had been made of his son; the anger within her was practically tangible.
It wasn't just that he was scantily clad; she could tell whatever it was he was made to wear was designed and produced specifically for him, to contour and emphasize parts of him that no one calling herself his aunt should ever be made to notice. She wasn't even sure what the hell it was he was wearing exactly, there were glittering lines and jewels placed along his naked form with such exacting artistic precision that they appeared almost to be part of his body. He was almost unrecognizable, Jaina was now certain she should have somehow tried to stop the aspects' decision in the first place.
"Jaina," Azshara sighed, like she was mentally preparing herself for the quarrel that was sure to ensue, she was now pacing after her like she was trying to make her see reason; "There's only one way men get ahead in the world, and it isn't by show of their intellect or talent. What, you think Dath'remar would have got so successful as a harpist if not for his looks?"
"I didn't even want Anduin brought here! I didn't want him brought to Ashenvale, and I didn't want him involved in the first place...!"
"Aunt Jaina!" Anduin said, he was now walking alongside Azshara and trying to appeal to her; "Who cares if I have to look like this, that doesn't matter— if it'll get the Sisterhood to listen—"
Jaina spun around angrily and poked one finger at him; "You think that's all it'll be?" She asked, "You think you'll walk in dressed like that, and they'll just give you whatever you want?" After that, she lowered her voice to a whisper and proceeded to whisper-shout at him: "Obviously this is some sexual thing, do you realize what you're getting yourself into?"
At that, finally Anduin stilled; he flushed in a moment of understanding and regarded her speechlessly, like he hadn't been prepared for that part of the plan. Jaina remained where she was with her hands on her hips, she hoped that finally she'd got through to him— but she began gradually to notice a look was forming on his face she knew only all too well. She thought, Oh, hell no...
It was like that time he'd decided to go and confront Garrosh, or the time he'd refused to return from Pandaria after being captured by the horde; he looked at Jaina directly and said, "I'm still going through with it."
"That's it," Jaina said conclusively, "You're grounded."
Anduin regarded her like she'd slipped and cracked her skull; "I'm grounded?"
"Yeah!" Jaina said and nodded rapidly, "Yeah! That's right, you're grounded!"
Around that time, finally Wrathion made his entry; Jaina and Anduin turned their heads to the door at the sound of approaching footsteps, and Wrathion's voice issued from out in the hall.
"I'm coming in," he announced, "You guys done?"
Jaina realized too late she ought to tell him to wait, because she didn't want him to see Anduin dressed this way (or was he even dressed at all? Was he even wearing clothes, or was he just dotted with decorations cleverly enough that it looked like he might have been wearing something...?)
Wrathion stepped in and then stilled mid-stride, his mouth froze where once he had some long-forgotten greeting prepared.
He stared at Anduin for several seconds without saying a word, almost like a bar had appeared above him labeled processing, which counted from zero to a hundred percent; the first coherent thought that formed in his mind was Why yes, I do believe Anduin is my boyfriend.
After that, he paced elegantly into the room, got his hand in Anduin's, and without a word pivoted neatly in order to make his way back out; when Jaina's hand came on his wrist, he turned to her civilly and said, "You're holding my wrist, Jaina; you see, I can't take my leave this way."
He observed as with mild amusement while then she proceeded to pluck his fingers away from Anduin's hand, one by one, at which point she informed him that he was more than welcome, and, in fact, very much encouraged, to take his leave.
"You see?" Azshara said to Jaina, "It's perfect, they won't be able to resist him."
"If you think I'm about to hand Anduin over to a bunch of priestesses while looking like this, you've got another thing coming," Jaina said.
"Aunt Jaina, please," Anduin said, "I have a purpose here— this might be very important!"
"You're going to see the priestesses like this?" Wrathion asked, he was trying to decide whether this was some terrible betrayal that had him fuming with jealousy— or a brilliantly cunning move.
"I know, okay—" Anduin sighed, "I don't like this any more than you guys do— but I have to do this. If it's the only way, then so be it—"
Jaina now pulled him aside and seethed at him in whispers; "Have you learned nothing from your encounter with Garrosh? We'll go to Ysera and consult her on this, and she'll figure something else out; I'll not have you sell yourself just so your talents could be examined— we have no reason to believe you even possess the powers valued by the Sisterhood, maybe their goddess is something entirely different from the Light."
Anduin appeared to be on the verge of a response, but he stopped himself; he and Wrathion exchanged subtle glances, and ultimately Anduin said nothing of what they'd witnessed on the cliff. "I'm sorry," he said, "But I've made up my mind; I'm going through with this."
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Jaina would have none of it; there was a reason she had journeyed to this alternate timeline, and that reason was to act as Anduin's guard. And this was exactly the sort of thing she was meant to guard him from— even if she would have to restrain him.
She announced to Azshara that this wasn't over, that she absolutely forbid it, and that she and Anduin were leaving to speak with Ysera exactly then; but, as though he were just begging to be even more grounded, Anduin then said he wished to visit Aethas.
"I heard he was injured," he said to Azshara, "I don't know him all that well, but I'd like to examine his wounds."
Azshara understood by then that Aethas was another name for Kael'thas; she smiled fondly, like Anduin was an innocent little puppy who truly believed he could lick his master's wounds better; "Of course you can examine his wounds," she said patronizingly, and then affectionately patted his head; she raised her eyes to Jaina and added, "You also said you'd like to see your friend, would you like to come along?"
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When Azshara showed Jaina, Anduin, and Wrathion into the chamber where Kael'thas was kept, he'd been partly asleep; the room was almost entirely dark, with only dim enchanted lamps casting light on the wall. Kael'thas was lain on a large and luxuriant bed, dressed in only his underwear, his long hair was splayed on the covers like spun golden silk.
He was handsome without doubt, Jaina was aware, it was something she could no longer deny; and she wanted to look away, but, beyond this, she actually worried for him.
Not worried that he'd scheme up some diabolical plan, or worried that he'd do something reckless and get them in trouble— but worried that he'd been injured seriously enough that he wouldn't recover. Was he meant to sleep this much...?
At her side, Anduin paused and regarded the bed very curiously, he'd been confused at first because he saw that the guy on the bed was not Aethas— but he remembered what Jaina had said.
He'd never actually seen Prince Kael'thas in the flesh, but of course he'd learned about him and had come across pictures— still, though, seeing him like this was something different entirely. He whispered to Wrathion, "That's Aethas, in a different form— I'll tell you more later."
He proceeded closer to the bed in order to examine him, and Jaina followed in his steps; Anduin approached from Kael'thas' right side, he paused to regard him curiously and was struck by how young he appeared. When first he'd learned of Prince Kael'thas, he'd imagined an older sort of elf, with experience and cunning, and all sorts of military expertise.
But, in his true form, Kael'thas did not appear much older than himself, his face was still soft with the end of adolescence— and it was curious that even with the knowledge that this guy had summoned Kil'jaeden through the Sunwell, Anduin felt profoundly that he was innocent somehow.
His fingers came on Kael's neck at the site of the lesion, and Kael'thas tiredly turned to face him; he appeared sleepy and disoriented, and regarded Anduin through the golden-white light that emanated from his hands; the way Anduin had been decorated, he appeared so completely different that Kael hadn't recognized him at all, the soft rays of light glistened and twinkled in the jewels that lined his skin. Kael'thas wondered what sort of being he was, the Light felt very warm and sweet...
"So beautiful," Kael'thas said sleepily, he reached toward Anduin with both hands and ran them through his hair, then slowly along his back and farther down to his behind— and that was when Jaina and Wrathion both completely flipped.
Jaina's boots echoed crisply on the floor while she strode toward them, she muttered incoherently at Kael and asked what in hell he thought he was doing— she then reached to pull his hands away from where he'd been gripping Anduin's butt; Wrathion had got there at about the same time in order to pull Anduin away, he bumped into Jaina, who then tried to correct her balance and fell partly onto the bed.
"Light damn it, my back—" she muttered, aware she'd fallen with one hand on Kael's chest and one knee between his thighs; she was about to tell him not to get any ideas, but paused inches away from his face, where he'd been staring at her with utter bewilderment.
For several seconds, neither of them said a word; the stray strands of Jaina's disheveled hair trembled with her breath, from this close up, she could almost taste him— she could see the fine details of his eyelashes, the golden fibers that comprised his long eyebrows, the minute imperfections in his irises—
—then, she remembered herself, and rapidly scrambled away from the bed.
She turned the other way hurriedly, one hand plastered over her mouth, her pulse was so loud in her ears it felt nearly deafening; somewhere in the background, she could hear vaguely that Wrathion was mouthing off to Anduin about the way he was dressed.
He's right, she thought, Wrathion is right— and this is about Anduin, not about me.
Kael'thas remained where he was, motionless and fully awake; only his chest moved with inspiration slowly while he regarded Jaina, he was visibly stunned and could not get the image of her out of his mind.
He thought he still could feel her hand on his skin.
"Enough already...!"
It was Anduin who spoke, and he sounded pretty annoyed; "I can't work like this, with everyone grabbing each other and rolling around!"
Kael's brow furrowed and he squinted while gazing at him; his voice came quiet and tentative when he asked, "...Anduin...?!"
"Yes, That's Anduin you were grabbing...!" Wrathion seethed, "Grabbing him very inappropriately, seeing as he's my—"
"Your boyfriend, I know," Kael cut in, "wow, I'm sorry—" He still stared at Anduin, like he couldn't believe this was really him; "I swear, I had no idea—"
"My—" Wrathion blushed; "th—that's right— yeah— yes— so— yeah, so be more careful about what you're doing...!"
Jaina remained glued to the spot, aware there was all manner of shit going on to which she ought to put a stop— except she found herself unable to move; she tried uselessly to will her pulse to return to normal and to gain some sort of mastery of herself.
At Wrathion's side, Anduin stood still, his heart hammered in his ears with the awareness of what Wrathion had basically announced; they were boyfriends. He had a boyfriend. Wrathion was his boyfriend. He turned to regard him very slowly, completely flushed and terribly shy; he laughed timidly and then looked away again. "Really?" he whispered, and Wrathion chuckled stupidly, too.
"Well," he said, "well— yeah. Yes."
They grinned at each other shyly and laughed, like they were partners in crime.
"Okay, cool," Anduin smiled softly, "That's cool."
All the while, Kael continued staring at Anduin's getup; he murmured under his breath, "Wow, when I said that kid needed to loosen up, he must really have listened..."
But it occurred to him that this entire time Jaina still hadn't said a word; he shrank with embarrassment on remembering he'd grabbed Anduin before, who, to Jaina, was almost like a son. He knew how protective of him she was, and began to feel very guilty.
"Jaina," he said to her, "I really am sorry— I honestly didn't recognize him just then—"
Finally Jaina turned to face him, still with one hand pressed over her mouth; she pulled it back and then ran her fingers absently through her hair. "No— no, it's not your fault," she said, "it's the way Azshara had him dressed, which is appalling in and of itself; Anduin, you see? Is this what you want when you go visit the Sisterhood?"
"Azshara dressed him this way?" Kael'thas asked, "For tomorrow? Why?"
"That's what I've been asking!" Jaina huffed, "She says they won't accept him as a male priest— I think you were asleep when she talked about that earlier— she said the only way he'll get anywhere is if he appealed to them like this."
Kael regarded Anduin for some moments and finally said, "She's right."
Bloody typical.
"Oh!" Jaina rolled her eyes, "Why am I even talking to you about this in the first place...!"
"Jaina," Kael'thas said evenly, "Listen— I'm serious—" He lowered his tone and spoke directly to her; "Men are like parlor pets to them here— this is what they value in them beyond other qualities, he could talk to them all day about how he's a talented priest, but they won't care about that— but this will get their attention."
"You're really not helping," Jaina said, she was still a bit flushed from before, and Kael took notice of that; he tried to fight his own embarrassment about how close to her he'd got.
"In fact—" he added, he beckoned to Anduin briefly and then proceeded to cast a small spell, which caused long, golden trails to appear from the decorations at his hips; they swept behind him like glittering feathers, and Kael'thas seemed pleased with his handiwork. Anduin turned to see what he'd done, and now that he'd been taken by a bout of creative inspiration, Kael was about to do more— but Jaina stopped him there.
"Enough already," she said, "I can't watch this— and I won't allow it; you can't possibly think that I would. End of conversation, this has gone way too far. Anduin, finish treating him and we'll go see Ysera— it's starting to get pretty late."
She took one step closer to the bed and said to Kael'thas, "Also, touch him like that again and you die."
"Aunt Jaina," Anduin intervened, "I can take care of myself..."
To that, Jaina replied, "You be quiet, I don't think you realize just how very, very far beyond grounded you are right now."
Anduin wanted to point out that she couldn't very well ground him at his age, but he let the matter go; he asked again that the others let him get to work.
All the while, the awareness that he had a boyfriend still had him in a stupidly good mood.
He proceeded again to kneel at the bedside, Jaina and Wrathion observed pensively but tried not to intervene; to Jaina, this sight was familiar. The white glow of the Light that channeled gradually in Anduin's hands and streamed through him like water; the focused, serene expression on his face, the way his lips moved in silent prayer—
And, eventually, Kael appeared a bit more at peace, his eyes closed and his respiration became deeper and slower; what Jaina hadn't anticipated, however, was the immaterial glow that slowly swept through them both, until it was nearly blinding in its radiance. She shivered at a very subtle sound that came almost like singing, like some ethereal wind had washed through the room with countless unspoken echoes, she could have sworn she saw the soft caress of hands within the white light.
Just outside the door, Azshara stood motionless beside Vashj, too stunned for words; her hand came on her wrist very carefully, and finally she whispered, "It's that male priest who's doing that; Vashj, we have a more serious problem than we thought."
(On to Chapter 24)
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