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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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Years ago, when Kael'thas had seen Arthas kiss Jaina, he'd felt something die in him he'd never known had been alive; he'd fancied her long before he'd really understood, and the agony of it demanded more of him than he could sustain. His years studying away at Dalaran had been his first ever escape from the rigid discipline with which he'd been raised, at that time eons of unspent tension had issued from him like savage wildfire, he hadn't fully grasped what it was that made him up; for years he had done things in secret behind his father's back, but now his pent frustrations came in restless and desperate winds, and he was alive.
Magister Rommath, his closest friend and most devoted follower, had been witness to the extravagant depravity in which he'd immersed himself, and he worried for him always— there was in him reverence for the prince which felt personal insult that Kael would subject himself to the sort of degradations in which he had reveled so much; but he dared not deny him, as he believed the prince's word was absolute. To him, it overrode even the king's specific wishes, and Rommath protected him to the best of his ability.
In truth, however, Rommath had believed inside that no one could really satisfy Kael like he could, he'd been intimately familiar with his most perverse dreams and desires since practically boyhood.
And while he ached with envy that Kael'thas fancied some silly human, far was it from him to question his taste; he'd have handed Jaina to Kael readily were he capable of such a thing. His lament for him was genuine after Kael'thas had witnessed that silly human kiss the lover she'd apparently had all along.
The debauchery that came after that was unparalleled in scandal and sin, Kael'thas had got himself utterly plastered with wine, and announced to their fellow students at the Ledgerdemain Lounge that he'd personally bought out the back room at the tavern. Rommath had tried to dissuade him and to offer words of reason, but he'd known from the start that they'd fall on deaf ears; Kael merely kissed him and acknowledged he knew how he'd try to protect him, but that he didn't wish to be protected that night.
Rommath remained at his side like the most loyal sort of hound, he had watched while the prince permitted and invited all sorts of attention to his person; Kael was strewn drunk beyond comprehension in attempt to get Jaina off his mind, his royal Thalassian robes were mostly unraveled over his naked chest and shoulders, where a female human and two high elf boys were fighting to kiss him.
They had their hands all over his partly-bare chest and his thighs, and had kissed his neck passionately, they took impatient turns at his lips when they could; Kael was an utter filthy mess, his head was lain back and he was laughing as though he were actually happy, like maybe if he'd let them devour him hotly enough, he'd forget how Jaina had looked with her arms around Arthas.
He'd slept with all three of them before the night was over, at the same time, and awoke with the hollow awareness he'd not gotten Jaina off his mind at all; Rommath had dismissed the guests from their dorm room and got to work nursing the prince back to health, he'd waited restlessly all night to finally clean everyone's prints from him.
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Merithra had taken Jaina to speak with Ysera; the hour had become rather late, and the green dragons already were longing to dream. Ysera explained she could not take the travelers into the Emerald Dream with her, but that they'd be accommodated by their flight in Ashenvale.
After Anduin's prayers and blessings, Kael'thas had gone serenely to sleep, and while Jaina had resolved to keep watch of him on this journey, during his recovery she couldn't quite bear to wake him up; she had thought to stay the night at the palace in order to continue babysitting— but, in truth, she no longer felt he was really up to anything sinister.
Still, though, she knew better than to let down her guard.
When she'd met with Ysera after the fact, she thought she'd appeared decidedly more irritable than when she'd last seen her, and Malygos' presence at her side was explanation enough; Jaina had recognized his true form straight away, the Nexus wars came to mind— but there was in him none of the vengeful determination she might have remembered.
For his enormous stature, Malygos seemed somehow crestfallen, he eyed Jaina sulkily but without real malice— and even though he'd attacked Kael before and had put him in what seemed like a dangerous state of health, Jaina couldn't bring herself to feel loathing or apprehension.
This creature does not hate mortals, she thought, even those who practice magic; she understood he had really believed Kael'thas in particular was dangerous. She watched the arcane markings at his neck and sides, which flickered blue and gold, and it occurred to her she'd been on the verge of stroking his scales—
Like she'd almost forgot the blue aspect before her wasn't Kalec—
It had her still in a moment of terrible guilt; that evening, she knew she'd felt something for Kael'thas.
She thought, I can't stay by his side tonight.
Therefore, despite everything that transpired earlier, she ultimately asked Anduin to keep watch of Kael instead, and arrangements were made for him in Kael'thas' guest room; Jaina had asked to remain in a chamber farther down the hall, where she might be called on in the case of an emergency.
"And you can't stay with Wrathion," she warned Anduin, "I know what the two of you are probably planning to do."
"What! Aunt Jaina, why would you even say that...!"
"Save it, Anduin," she said dryly, "and if Kael'thas tries grabbing you again, you get me straight away—"
"Why are—what the hell— I don't need to be told all this...!"
Anduin felt terribly embarrassed; also, he was very annoyed he'd been told explicitly not to stay the night by Wrathion, because he'd been looking forward to doing exactly that. But Wrathion excused himself for the night with suspiciously formal cordiality— which had Jaina decide to sleep with one eye open and both ears alert to what might go on in the hall.
After Anduin had settled in Kael's room for the night, Vashj began leading Jaina and Wrathion out to the hall; she'd started asking a servant to inform Illidan and Dath'remar they were free to head home, and had just barely got the door closed when unexpectedly Kael's voice came from just within the room.
He spoke faintly and sleepily, and asked whether Master could stay with him.
"He means Illidan," Jaina explained; after she spoke, she expected Vashj would ask something about this, but she'd agreed without qualms; in truth, Vashj was glad for a convenient reason to have Illidan kept at the palace, which would please Azshara, of course.
However, while Dath'remar's unquestioning loyalty to the queen would have him stay the night at her bidding, Illidan wasn't a creature who could be easily restrained or kept; he didn't much like being made to wait at the guest room for hours, and by that time he'd greatly desired to take his leave. But he knew better than to deny a request made by Lady Vashj, and, despite his impatience, he still wondered how it was that Kael'thas had powers like his.
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Before leaving Jaina to retire, Vashj called her to her office for a brief talk; she sat her down before her desk and explained there was greater reason for concern about Anduin's meeting with the Sisterhood than they'd previously thought.
"We hadn't really believed he was capable of priestly powers," she explained, "We didn't really anticipate what we saw when he treated your friend."
At this, Jaina huffed sarcastically; but she understood Vashj really had meant what she'd said. The ancient Kaldorei really didn't think males capable of such powers. Now, truth be told, Azshara and Vashj weren't particularly devout in means of spirituality, and the notion of a male priest didn't strike them as some sort of sacrilege— but, even so, in their culture it was a concept so radical in thought it seemed completely absurd, even so.
"But it's more than that," Vashj continued; "The powers he displayed tonight, that's not normal; I mean, that's not normal even for a real priest."
A real priest, Jaina rolled her eyes; Anduin is a real priest.
However, she couldn't ignore the significance in Vashj's words, because she'd been bothered by the same thing.
She'd never seen Anduin command powers like those, either.
Vashj spoke in hushed tones after that; "Her Majesty worries the Sisterhood wouldn't take kindly to seeing he has that sort of power," she said. "I suspect it's best not to have him brought before the high priestess at all."
To that, Jaina replied without missing a beat; "I couldn't agree more," she said, and finally Vashj regarded her as with deep introspection. She said, "You really don't wish to have this boy examined; he's come here against your will."
For some moments, Jaina said nothing; while inside her lay a great reserve of disciplinary wrath directed at Varian's son, she wished to protect him from the laws of this kingdom— which would likely deny him what rights he might have taken for granted in modern days. She phrased her next words with caution—
"Anduin is the son of an important— woman—" she said; "and on this journey, she had left him in my care."
"And this woman wishes that his powers be examined?"
This Jaina had to give careful consideration; if she had said yes, Vashj might insist that Anduin be brought before the high priestess; but if she'd said no, Vashj would take note he'd made a choice against his mother's will, and who knew if there was or wasn't some sort of punishment here for that.
"His mother wishes for his safety," she finally said; "the dragon aspects had decided that his powers could be examined."
Her heart raced while she regarded Vashj's unreadable expression; she wondered if she could see through the parts of her answer that were complete lies.
Now she'd definitely ask why the aspects had deemed a male priest's powers important enough to be examined, she thought, but Vashj didn't raise questions beyond that; she appeared for some time deep in thought, and ultimately continued as though she had found Jaina's answer sound enough.
"If he absolutely must be brought before the high priestess," she said, "I suspect he cannot show the full extent of his ability; great power or intellect are not attractive traits in a male, who knows what they'd do to him."
What response Jaina might have made never came; her natural impulse was to protest the absurdity of it, but even in her own modern and civilized age, who hadn't heard the story of Illidan? Who hadn't known of the imprisonment he had faced, because of his power and recklessness...?
But beyond that, there also was something else there; she could hear in Vashj's tone that, like the queen, she, too, was ahead of her time in her beliefs. While Illidan's powers were not at the level of hers or those of Azshara, those two had liked his competency of the arcane; he was interesting and unpredictable, and Azshara did not wish to spell him precisely because it amused her to see what he'd do of his own accord.
Also, the more Jaina thought of Vashj's suggestion, the more appealing it seemed: certainly, failure at the high priestess' test would leave Anduin crushed, but such an outcome would conclusively exclude him from further involvement with the Dragon soul— and this, in turn, might mean the aspects would decide to abandon the Dragon Soul idea entirely.
What's more, in this situation Anduin wouldn't be able to but Aunt Jaina when he'd been dissatisfied, and, with any luck, she could bring him back home and worry about the Legion with him safely back under Varian's watch.
She regarded Vashj conclusively and finally nodded; "All right," she said, "I'll speak with him in the morning."
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Anduin might not have felt so annoyed to be separated from Wrathion that night if that night Wrathion hadn't officially become his boyfriend; he'd been given his own bed in Kael'thas' guest quarters, at the distant end of the chamber— and despite his understanding as to why he was made to guard him, he couldn't help feeling it was really a waste of time.
He knew Kael'thas would merely sleep, he had blessed him for exactly this purpose— this entire time, he, Anduin, could have been contentedly making out with Wrathion, but nooo...
He thought back to their time up on the cliff, how unexpectedly tender Wrathion had been, how his hands felt, the way his lips had felt wet and warm—
He couldn't even touch himself now, because he wasn't alone in the room.
It was like Aunt Jaina had followed him ten thousand years into the past for the express purpose of making sure he never, ever had any fun, at any point in time.
He thought sulkily, I have a boyfriend now, and I can't even go see him...!
In his deep and miserable brooding, he'd all but forgot Kael's earlier request to have Master stay the night— and, despite everything, when a knock came suddenly at the door, his curiosity had got the better of him.
There came distantly the low voice of a servant speaking quietly in Darnassian, and soon Illidan really was admitted into the room.
Why Kael was accommodated his request, Anduin wasn't sure; in modern times, Illidan was known as a creature of terrible power. Even while Anduin knew that Illidan's magic at this time was nothing like that of the demon Lord of Outland, it still felt strange to imagine him brought to Kael's bed solely at his request.
Illidan wasn't particularly pleased about it, either; even in the darkness, he appeared visibly annoyed, he also hadn't been explained the reason he was being made to stay in Kael'thas' bed.
But unlike Anduin and Illidan, Kael felt tremendously pleased.
For some time that night, he'd fought partly against the prayers invoked to his benefit, only to remain awake for this— and he loved to see Illidan appear so annoyed.
He regarded him with pent anticipation with the covers pulled to just below his eyes, and even while this Illidan bore neither demonic features nor the deep bitterness Kael knew well in him, with his face so nakedly twisted in agitation he was Master just as Kael'thas remembered.
He couldn't help himself; once the door had come closed and Illidan proceeded irritably inside, Kael whispered the subtlest spell, something gifted to him by Master long ago— a bit of magic which wasn't demonic in nature, but which chimed with far gentler softness— and which was almost too pure, even for the arcane.
His eyes had got enough accustomed to the dark of the room that he could see Illidan clearly, his tall stature and powerful build, the luxuriant fall of his hair— and his expression, which never faltered in agitation even while he stilled at the spell he had cast.
Kael's pulse quickened with the awareness he'd given something away, certainly he'd roused his suspicion now— but Illidan kept his questions to himself, as even in his pride he wasn't a fool.
In his features there was apparent interest, this was Master as Kael'thas had known; he'd never imagined his heart would bleed for him so brokenly—
From the opposite end of the room, Anduin watched while they regarded each other in silence, there issued a low shimmer of light when Illidan cast the same subtle spell in return; then, Kael's hand came slowly from under the covers, tentatively, the sheets slid from his bare chest while he sat and reached to take Illidan's hand.
Anduin wasn't sure what to make of the tremor in Kael's voice, or the way he watched Illidan with agonizing torment he couldn't quite place—
It was like he'd forgot all about Anduin's presence, like he'd belonged to this creature alone, and had long since moved past decorum and pride.
"Master," Kael breathed, the word weighed with such penetrating anguish that even Illidan paused; Anduin watched Kael's lean figure emerge from his blankets, his hands reached for Illidan's face with unearthly gentleness, but also restlessly, with painful hunger—
Illidan grasped both his wrists and held him back just before Kael could seize his mouth.
At that, Kael'thas remained helpless and defeated, his hair trembled with expiration while he appeared to fight for calm—
But being restrained with such merciful kindness, this was exactly like Master, too.
"How is it that you have my magic?"
Illidan's voice came quiet and stern, Kael's aristocratic hands gave no struggle in his grasp; he turned slowly to regard him, and Illidan was overcome with the most unsettling sensation that his meeting with this boy was no matter of chance.
Anduin could see the subtle motion of Kael'thas' chest with breath, his voice was just barely audible;
"Master," he whispered, with such candid innocence he might have been a child—
"Please punish me—"
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