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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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For some moments, Anduin stared at Merithra blankly, and at the tiny baby whelp in her arms; Onyxia, he thought, and it just didn't quite register. He could not reconcile her innocent and fragile appearance with the villain who'd terrorized him long ago.
At his side, Jaina watched with just as much horror— and even though she knew that this Onyxia wasn't corrupt, it did little to soften her feelings; more importantly, she wondered how it was that she'd found her way here, specifically to them, and if it really was something innocuous.
"Onyxia saw us have sex," Wrathion murmured, and finally Anduin gave him a hard shove.
"Would you shut it?" he seethed; but then he realized Wrathion was right. For all intents and purposes, Onyxia did see them have sex.
Jaina turned her glare to Anduin and whispered, "You and I aren't finished; we're gonna have a long talk later on—"
Somewhere at her side, Merithra mumbled, "Busted..."
"Are you here just to be a nuisance?" Wrathion asked Merithra humorlessly, "Or was there anything you wanted in particular?"
Merithra's eyes narrowed at that, she hated being treated like a kid; "That's none of your business," she huffed indignantly, she wondered how she'd ever thought he was handsome before. "So you can bugger right off; I've come with a message for him."
She pointed at Anduin, and then Wrathion let a dry bark of laughter; "Is that so?" he asked, "What's the message, then? That your parents couldn't find you a sitter and you need to be groomed and fed?"
"Very funny," Merithra scowled, she thought she really despised him at that moment; she turned to Anduin like she were ignoring Wrathion altogether and said, "My mother's had a word with Sisterhood officials; I'm meant to tell you your meeting with the high priestess will take place tonight at seven."
"My meeting..." Anduin murmured weakly, it all suddenly felt much more real; he thought he very much fancied some time alone for his morning meditation.
--
"I can't even ground him."
Jaina was sat miserably beside Kael at the palace gardens, where earlier Azshara had given her some sort of alcoholic drink in the spirit of consolation; she observed while out on the sunlit lawn Anduin was being instructed in a kind of Darnassian dance lesson. She couldn't even forbid him from doing any of the stuff she knew Varian would completely destroy her for letting him do, because it had all been decided and agreed upon by the dragon aspects, for the benefit of the Dragon Soul.
At the outskirts of the garden, the morning light streamed in-between branches of the tall and ancient trees, which had painted them in an almost golden hue; and while the hedges were trimmed meticulously, there still was a curious dreamlike quality to the scene, like the woods were forgotten somewhere in time between Darnassian and Thalassian.
"He is a good dancer, though, isn't he?" Kael'thas remarked in regard to Anduin, even though he appeared a bit awkward in this particular style of dance; Kael laughed despite himself when Anduin had completely messed some bit up, and his instructor had tried repeatedly to demonstrate the proper steps.
"Not funny," Jaina replied; but she was struggling all the while to keep from laughing, as well, she felt somehow terribly irresponsible for permitting all this.
"Come on, Jaina," Kael'thas said, and before he could get to the next bit, already Jaina was imitating him.
"Come on, Jaina," she mimicked; "Seems that's your token phrase, isn't it?"
Kael'thas gave her a good-natured shove; "You know," he said, "Far back as I've known you, you've had this— worried— look on your face—"
Jaina grinned a bit longer before her smile faded; Arthas used to say the same thing. She used to argue that it wasn't a worried look, but that she was just really focused on stuff— but, at the end of the day, the challenges she'd faced through life had left her with a perpetually worried expression all the same.
She took a long sip of her drink and then regarded her glass while she turned it around in her hands, her fingertips absently drew lines in the frost; "After Theramore..." she said, and then looked out to where Anduin and his dance teacher were still struggling for some semblance of grace; Kael'thas grew quiet at the unspoken mention of Dalaran.
But, unexpectedly, Jaina didn't start on about that; she didn't start about her grief, either, not directly; maybe it was her drink, but she started telling Kael'thas freely about the arcane studies in which she'd immersed herself intensively after Theramore happened.
She started on about portals, of all things; but, secretly, Kael'thas felt pleasantly surprised to see her a bit tipsy, and he found it charming that when Jaina got tipsy, she was on about portals.
Portals, she said, were the real way to combat other sorcerers; not blizzards or frostbolts.
There was truth to it, actually, now that he'd thought of it; portals relied on four-dimensional space, and the way that three-dimensional space could be bent within it. Too many portals could tear a world apart, like what Gul'dan had done on Draenor— a matter which demonstrated how difficult they were to close, even by the sorcerer who summoned them.
But Kael knew where this conversation was headed.
They gazed out onto the sunlit gardens, where now a small group of musicians was setting up instruments in hopes of facilitating the efforts invested in teaching Anduin Darnassian dances; Kael'thas didn't mind that Jaina was a little tipsy, and so early in the morning, at that— he didn't mind that she seemed surly and upset, and thought it was terribly endearing, her little campaign against portals.
They were terribly dangerous.
"And just think," he smiled at her subtly; "The moment you turn your back, I could open a portal and summon Kil'jaeden."
Jaina turned her head and regarded him dryly; "Fuck off," she said, "I'm being serious."
"But that is what you were getting at, isn't it?" he asked.
"Yeah, I get it," Jaina said; "I'm overly worried and ridiculous— laugh it up, the only kind of portal that's impossible to close is a demonic one."
He thought he'd humor her, if that was what she wanted to rant about when she was tipsy after— oh, it was really very sweet— after just one little drink.
"Impossible," he said.
"You know what I mean."
"Very difficult."
"More than just very difficult— oh, forget it, now you're making fun of me."
Kael's fingers picked absently at stray blades of grass, he thought he'd have liked nothing more than to sit there with her all day; she could talk to him about portals, or demonic magic, or even how much she suspected him, and it would be brilliant all the same.
But, for some moments, she only regarded him blankly; "By the way," she said, "Anduin says you and Illidan were saying all kinds of strange stuff last night— I knew I shouldn't have left you there—"
At that, Kael'thas blinked in surprise; he gave her just a little grin. "You want to know about my night with Master?" he asked, and then he was flirting without question; even Jaina couldn't help smiling.
"Piss off," she laughed softly; "You know that's not what I meant— I want to know what you were plotting."
"Plotting."
"Yeah," Jaina replied;"You know—" she turned to him humorlessly for a moment. "You— and Illidan—" She waved her fingertips ridiculously and added, "together at last— and probably— scheming all kinds of shit—"
Kael'thas smirked; he sighed good-naturedly and leaned back where he was sat. "All right," he said, like it couldn't be helped; "Guess I can't keep anything from you— I'll tell you what we were scheming."
Already Jaina could detect that bullshit was on its way, but she wanted to see where this was going; she watched while Kael squinted distantly against the sun, there were stray strands of hair batting all around his face.
"I asked him to spank me," he said, "and he didn't really want to— but eventually he did."
Jaina turned to face him more closely, and then shook her head and laughed; "Why did I even bother asking?" she chuckled, but Kael'thas could tell she was into it.
"I'll tell you about it in greater detail if you want," he said, and Jaina became aware he'd got her to smile; "I was serious," she replied, "you bloody tease."
"I was serious, too!"
"You and Illidan got together, and it was just a bunch of spanking."
"Well— I don't know if I'd say just spanking; it was pretty good. You know, I'd—" really missed him.
"Kael'thas, you're not— like— scheming Legion stuff with Illidan, are you?"
"Scheming Legion stuff... well, there's an idea; I know— I'll call him right over, and we can scheme Legion stuff together, just like old times— right?"
"And what reason have I got to believe you won't be doing that?"
"Jaina— even back when I did serve Illidan, he was never allied with the Legion;he had bound demons to his own will, against Kil'jaeden—"
"Yeah, but you—"
"But I what? But I could have taken Master by the hand last night, and headed directly for the Well, so that we could plot Legion stuff together?"
"Oh, forget it."
Kael'thas laughed; his hair batted lightly in the morning breeze, and he appeared in that moment very childlike. When he met her gaze then, there was in his eyes unmistakable fondness; he really loved speaking with her.
"My dear Lady Proudmoore," he said, "it really was just a bunch of spanking."
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Wrathion thought that mortal dances were ridiculous, each in its own unique way; he was sat in his true form just at the outskirts of the forest, and sent mocking expressions in Anduin's way of a sort that only Anduin could understand.
Anduin knew, of course, that he couldn't very well tell his dance teacher that the dragon just there was making fun of him and that it was hard to concentrate; he'd tried to keep his mind off him and to focus on the lesson, but it had become especially difficult when Wrathion began muttering little things to him the times he'd got near.
"I'm completely naked right now," Wrathion murmured in Common at one point, and soon after that Anduin tripped over his instructor's feet; "Sorry—" he said, and then tried to apologize more elegantly while he got himself back in position. He shot Wrathion a glare when he could.
Elsewhere in the garden, Illidan was seen distantly speaking with Malfurion, they were stood too far off for Kael'thas to hear, but he could tell there was good-natured brotherly taunting; "Look there," he said, "Malfurion's here, too—"
Jaina thought of what she'd overheard the night before, between Vashj and Dath'remar; she wondered if Vashj might have charmed Malfurion in some similar way, but she couldn't really think of a reason she'd do such a thing. No matter how she thought of it, whatever transpired that night had sounded very sweet.
She watched Kael'thas rise to his feet ceremoniously, he winked and told her he was going to scheme with Master for a bit, if she wanted to see; after that, she observed while he made his way toward the two brothers, and though she couldn't hear what they said, they seemed to get on well enough. She grinned shyly to remember the very naked way she'd found Kael and Illidan earlier that morning, she could see that now Kael was trying to get him to dance.
There came Kael's sudden laughter, like he were surprised by the way Illidan turned him nimbly with one quick motion of the wrist; then Malfurion was laughing, too, the lot of them seemed terribly pleased by Kael's reaction— and it occurred to Jaina that dancing must not have been something Kael had seen Master do.
He was better at it than Kael must have expected, she thought, Malfurion stood with arms crossed and watched with vast interest while Illidan led the little prince proficiently across the golden lawn.
But it was natural, wasn't it, she thought; Illidan had served Azshara at her court, he had probably participated in events that involved dancing and knew that sort of thing well enough; Kael'thas seemed to keep up fine, and Jaina wondered just what it was between them.
He'd never seen Illidan like this, had he?
Somewhere in dreamlike softness, through surreal flecks of summer light a Kaldorei mage led a little prince in dance across the golden wood.
When Maiev's last arrow struck at the Temple's heart, her troops stood in black ruins as ashes floated through the aftermath of war; they watched while from the ruined balcony hundreds of tiny phoenix birds fluttered into the sky, in a glittering trail that dissipated out of existence.
Now even Anduin and his teacher had stopped in order to watch, Anduin leaned back against Wrathion, who was lain in the grass in his true form; Malfurion shouted cheekily to his brother about all of his mistakes in technique, in a way that made Jaina think of her childhood with Arthas and Varian. On looking up, she noticed that even Azshara was stood at one of the palace balconies, she was watching with visible enjoyment and laughing girlishly with Lady Vashj.
None of them, it seemed, had paid much attention to the red drake who descended gently into the gardens from just behind the castle, whose golden decorative chains shimmered in the morning light.
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