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Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Fifty-Two – Nathaniel Conway, Age 21
He wished he could say since the arrival of Foster and his pa everything had gone smoothly but there had been moments of gut wrenching pain and unjustified anger. All which Foster took in stride, be it comfort or a target for his aggression Foster filled the desire. He quickly learned his brother was a willing and able target to lash out at when the pent up rage became too much. No attack seemed to land and he would fight until exhausted. However, that was months into their stay, after he had been healed. During the first weeks he had been kept in a healing coma and for the first time in years his mind wasn't haunted by nightmares as he slept. Afterwards Belestra slowly allowed him more freedom until he, Foster and his pa were able to walk the streets of Silvermoon unescorted. Today it was just his brother accompanying him as they walked through the street to the Suntouched estate. His stomach started to cramp and he found himself in his brother's embrace, Foster's strong hand massaging his abdomen.
"How you do that?" he asked as the pain faded.
"Hm?" Foster said.
"You seem to know what my body is doing before I do," Nathaniel said, as he broke the hold. "It's getting better; they don't last as long and take longer to return."
"That's good," Foster said falling in step beside him. "We'd get some strange looks in Corin's … as for how I know, I was trained to read the subtle changes in my opponent's body and counter accordingly. I can hear the slight change in your breath and if I'm looking at you directly the muscles across your stomach contract."
"Opponent … brother, what happened after we separated?" Nathaniel asked.
"Later," Foster said softly, his typical answer when Nathaniel asked about the past year.
Nathaniel could relate; he wasn't too excited to share his trials he had endured. As he led them up the cobble path toward the mansion Foster stopped. "You live here?" his brother said in awe and at Nathaniel's nod, "and you want to leave?"
"I want to go home," Nathaniel said softly. "Pa is anxious to leave, don't think he's ever been this long away from the farm or Ma." As they walked up, the butler opened the door before they reached it.
"Young Master," the servant said, "you've been expected! I shall go fetch your father from the winery."
"Thank you," Nathaniel said, "We'll be in my room." Taking his brother's arm he led the astonished Foster up the stairs to his bedroom. Once inside he noticed numerous trunks packed already.
"Um," Foster said looking around. "We'd have to build an addition to the house just to hold all that."
Nathaniel chuckled. He started going through the trunks, taking out an item here and there. In one he found the bear he had taken those many nights ago, he tossed it onto the bed with the pile of clothing. As he was finishing up the final trunk there was a knock on the door and his elfin father entered.
Nathaniel stood and walked over to the elder elf embracing him. Brix Suntouched held him close running a hand down his hair. The fact they were willing letting him go still seemed too good to be true. Though it seemed his father was having a hard time with it, and Nathaniel couldn't find it in his heart fault him.
"I can't take all this with me, Father," he said. "I'd say save it until I returned but afraid it will be out of fashion by then."
"Aye," his father said, "I'll donate what you leave. You are to depart soon?"
Nathaniel nodded. "My pa has been gone too long from the fields. Though I do appreciate the note you risked to send to Darrowmere Forest to assure them of our wellbeing."
"It was nothing," his father said with a shrug. "The scout reported no mishaps and was assured the farm was doing fine. Though … they do miss you and look forward to your return, as will I when you leave." Nathaniel hugged his father for a long moment. The elder wiped a tear from his cheek as they parted. "I'll leave you to pack, please join me for an early dinner afterwards."
As it had been in the weeks since his torture when Nathaniel got emotional his head got all mixed up. Instead of sorrow he was filled with anger and rage. As his father shut the door he felt his shoulders grow tense. "Brother?" he said.
"Ready," Foster answered and Nathaniel attacked him. No matter how he punched, kicked and attacked his blows were blocked with ease and his brother did not counter. As the unreasonable fury climaxed and then ebbed his brother caught one of his punches and twisted him so he was trapped in a bear hug from behind. "Feel better," Foster asked.
"Aye," Nathaniel replied between gasps. He was covered in sweat. "I'll need to find a change of clothing before we join my father downstairs." Foster held him a moment longer before he stepped back.
"Where did you learn to defend like that?" Nathaniel asked, opening one of the trunks. He took out an elaborate purple silk robe. His brother snorted behind him.
"A dress?" Foster guffawed. "You elves are weird."
"It's not a dress," Nathaniel said dropping it back in the chest. "It's a robe." He dug out a pair of pants and silk shirt which he quickly dressed into after refreshing himself with a basin of water. "You didn't answer my question, where did you learn to fight like that? Please don't say later …"
"Then I'll say 'when we're home'," Foster said, "Please, it is a story that I want to tell but … not here and not now. I expect to hear about your year of spoiling as well."
"Spoiling," he walked over to where the giant rocking horse sat and ran a hand over its elaborate painted head. "You have no idea," he whispered. Foster squeezed his shoulder. "Let's go have dinner; pa will want us back before it gets too late so we're rested for the ride home."
"We're going home," Nathaniel said softly with a smile.
The next morning was a flurry of activity. There were many tearful goodbyes and well wishes; it was done early in the morning to be more private. "Let him rest often," Belestra was telling his father. "It would be better if we could keep him a bit longer …"
"Forever," his elfin father said sadly. Nathaniel squeezed his hand from where he held it while he sat on the back of Rook.
"This truly is the best medicine for your son, Master Suntouched," Belestra said. "He has recovered a thousand times faster under the watch of the Conways than he could have under ours alone. We were foolish to take in the first place." This was directed to Lor'themar who sat astride a white Hawkstrider. The ranger gave her a cool look but didn't argue. Alongside was the rest of his ranger squad, Swiftwind, Helios, Solanna and Halduron they would escort them to Thalassian Pass.
"I'll be back, Father," Nathaniel said. "Thank you for the grape seeds; we'll try our hand at growing them."
"We should go," Lor'themar said, "before we become the spectacle we were hoping to avoid."
Bending down Nathaniel embraced his father one more time. "Shorel'aran, Father," he said, followed by for the first time, a "love you."
Brix Suntouched smiled up at him. "Al diel shala, my son, love you too."
His pa rode Granite up close and shook his elfin's father's hand. "I'll make sure he honors his promise to return," he said. "Thank you, for letting us take him home."
"He's an adult," his father said, "he's allowed to do as he wishes. I wish I could apologize for the taking of him in the first place but if it hadn't happened I would have never gotten see what a fine man you raised him to be." With that Brix Suntouched turned and climbed into the nearby carriage. Nathaniel watched him until he disappeared around a bend, his father never looked back.
"Ready?"
Nathaniel nodded at his pa and motioned Rook to fall in step behind Lor'themar. His brother and father took their places beside him while the ranger corps followed behind. His mind was a mix of emotions and he fought to control the rage, he didn't want to delay their return any more than they already had. He made it a good hour before he pulled on Rook's reins pulling the horse to a halt.
"Need to rest?" Halduron asked.
"Not exactly," Nathaniel said, tossing the reins to his pa he climbed off the saddle.
Foster did the same as they walked away from the group. "You did better," Foster said, "ready."
Nathaniel attacked with full fury of the hunger caused by his drug withdrawal. As always his brother deflected his attacks. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his father motion to Helios to stand back but the elf brushed him aside and moved forward. A new target for his anger, one that he could hurt … the thought fueled his unnatural desire. His surprise attack was blocked by Foster, who appeared in front of Helios.
"I'm your target," his brother shouted. This time he lashed out and slapped him. This was new and Nathaniel didn't like it. He redoubled the attacks until once again as quickly as it had come the rage left, leaving him breathless and weak. Foster helped him back onto Rook and then climbed back onto his own horse.
"What in the Sunwell was that?" Swiftwind asked, "Some kind of human mating ritual?"
Foster chuckled and Nathaniel blushed. "The bloodthistle's lasting mark on me, Sister," he said. "When the craving comes it either brings pain of withdrawal or unreasonable rage … this is the way I can handle it for now. Luckily I have a brother that makes a good punching bag."
"Stupid bastard," Helios said, "I'm sorry, Baby Brother, you had …"
Nathaniel waved him off. "What is done is done, that man was insane I hold no fault with you or the Quel'dorei. Every day the hunger gets less, I will be in good health soon enough. My heart is torn between the joy of seeing my family and the sorrow of losing the one I have found here."
"You promised to return," Swiftwind said. "I'm sure with your human heart the wait will feel longer for you than for us, but you will be missed. You still owe me a fishing trip."
"Fishing?" his father said, "is that what the elves call it?"
The small group erupted in soft laughter as they rode further away from the gates of Silvermoon and closer to his home.
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