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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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Wrathion had put on convincing airs of nonchalance, but inside he was utterly anxious; he'd never kissed someone like that. He'd been terribly nervous about doing it, or about confessing such personal things, and, truly, Anduin's jealousy had flattered him. And although he was completely opposed to the creation of the Dragon Soul, he didn't entirely dismiss Kairoz's prediction that Anduin would become a powerful prophet: there was something he'd remembered, years ago during his friend's recovery, after being crushed by the Bell—
In the large part of the cavern, the guests were beginning to settle back down into their seats, Malygos was stood at the front of the room, he appeared to speak intently with Neltharion; Anduin roused from his dreams on seeing them, he remembered he'd wanted to ask Neltharion about the portal. I'll wait until after Malygos leaves, he thought, he imagined the blue aspect wouldn't much like to hear him on about this topic a second time.
It occurred to him he'd been quite nervous about taking his seat beside Wrathion, he'd become shy of him and began wondering what it meant— truly, how could his friend have done such a thing, and then expected him to have a clear mind...? He'd concerned himself so much with what Wrathion must be thinking that he'd forgot entirely to ask Jaina's opinion about all he'd witnessed during the break.
His neck tingled where he'd kissed him.
He turned his face the other way so Wrathion wouldn't see him smile.
Gradually, the commotion settled down and the hall fell quiet when Neltharion proceeded again to address the guests; he explained that he'd been approached by a number of individuals explicitly opposed to the creation of the Dragon Soul, and some very much in favor. Ultimately he'd concluded the risk was too great, and a different solution had to be found.
At Anduin's side, Wrathion and Jaina both appeared very relieved, Jaina leaned her head forth like she was emotionally exhausted, and silently mouthed, thank you.
Anduin, however, could not deny there was somewhere in him a bout of disappointment— it occurred to him he'd been deeply moved by the prospect of having a role here.
"Let us not be too hasty," a voice broke the silence from across the hall; Anduin expected it would be Kairoz, but on glancing up he saw Aethas rise from his seat. Jaina slowly turned to look, with something like dread.
Aethas pivoted elegantly in place, he turned to address the room with natural grace and then moved to face Neltharion. "You say the Dragon Soul can be purified," he said, he spoke the word with such emotional emphasis it sounded almost like he found the concept fascinating.
Kael'thas, what are you doing? Jaina thought, she wondered if his addiction to magic had completely corrupted his judgment; she didn't want to believe he really was allied with the infinite dragons, or worse, with Kil'jaeden.
At the front of the room, Kairoz appeared both surprised and content, he seemed visibly amused as he listened to see where this would go.
Aethas paced slowly through the hall until he stopped just behind Anduin; he leaned forth and got one hand on his shoulder. "It's too early to give up hope," he said, "if this human truly bears such an ability, the potential implications are immense. The holy power of a purified Dragon Soul—"
He stopped when some noise came from the opposite side of the room; there issued a flutter of fabric from a small corner of the cave as Malygos rose to his feet, his blue robes shimmered in low magical winds, and his gaze fell directly on Aethas.
For some moments, Aethas thought himself transfixed, there came in Malygos' expression the same secretive smile he'd had when first he'd arrived that day, his laughter was odd but curiously charming. "Certainly this would suit your interests, mortal," he said, and then his eyes turned to Neltharion. "You might be interested to know, dear friend, that this little mage has been influenced by Nozdormu. He is a powerful practitioner of magic, and intends to make some malevolent use of the Well of Eternity."
The words cut through Aethas like the most brutal sort of knife; he'd been nearly numbed and seduced by Malygos' gaze when the accusation struck, and the most intimate contents of his heart had been laid bare. He regarded Malygos like he were purely cruel, and like he, Aethas, had been openly humiliated at his most fragile point.
Kairoz glared at Malygos silently, he whispered to him through clenched teeth, "I'll deal with you later, little darling."
Jaina regarded Aethas incredulously; it occurred to her she really had wanted to trust him, but Malygos' words seemed to confirm both of her fears: indeed he seemed to be allied both with the infinite dragons and with Kil'jaeden. She could easily guess how he'd want to use the Well.
But Anduin couldn't shake the feeling that Aethas' intentions were innocent; maybe he wasn't thinking straight, maybe it was because of the kiss; maybe he'd felt resentful of Malygos, after he'd seemed so dismissive and condescending— but truly, he'd hoped it was something purer than that.
None among them, he believed, was beyond redemption.
He stood at Aethas' side without really knowing him at all, and spoke as his advocate. "Too long has our friend faced condemnation," he said, and gazed directly at Malygos; "In our timeline, he'd been imprisoned in his own city, by his own colleagues in the ruling council, on account of baseless accusations— and our accusations tonight are baseless, as well. We have no reason to believe his intent is malevolent. I feel his heart is pure."
Jaina rolled her eyes, like here was another enlightened and empowered speech by a young person who was certain he knew better than everyone who actually had experience, just because some novel insight he had was emotionally overwhelming to him. She wondered how it was that his mystical priestly gifts had not also made him "feel" that this same guy had summoned Kil'jaeden through the Sunwell not too long ago.
At the front of the room, Malygos appeared particularly annoyed, but before he and Aethas could exchange further words, Alexstrasza's voice issued forth.
"My dear friends," she said, and slowly all gazes fell upon her; "at this dark hour we ought not turn on each other in strife; this problem has a simple and logical solution. If our human prince indeed bears the power to purify corrupted items, these abilities can be tested and trained on objects of lesser power than the Dragon Soul. If indeed he is proven to possess this ability and employ it to our satisfaction, the red dragonflight will lend its aid in creating the Soul."
At this, Ysera also spoke; "A wise solution," she said, "in that event, the green dragonflight, too, will lend its aid."
"No, my sister," said the queen, "I should ask that only the black dragonflight contribute, as wardens of the earth; in the event that the worst happens, the Soul will need to be destroyed, and therefore we must not all empower it. This way, the aspects not invested in the object will outnumber those who had been invested— it will be a failsafe."
"But, your Highness," Neltharion spoke, "your powers far outweigh any of ours. Only the black dragonflight should contribute."
Alexstrasza appeared to think this through; Neltharion seemed to have a point. After some moments she finally said, "At this time, we do not yet know whether the Dragon Soul should be created; let us first see to this, and then we shall decide who among us should contribute."
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The meeting's conclusion saw a great deal of animosity descend upon Anduin; Jaina, for one, was quite upset, she had pulled him into a corner and was pacing in place while angrily muttering. "Of all the foolish, irresponsible things— this is because Aethas said you have a gift, isn't it?"
"Aunt Jaina—"
"Don't Aunt Jaina me! Ho ho! You might have a gift, and you might not, that remains to be seen— but do you need to be reminded of what Deathwing was? Oh, but no, it's worse than that, now! It's more than just Deathwing all over again, I think my favorite bit was when you were like, I can feel his heart is pure—" She said the last bit in a ridiculously shrill voice, while waving her hands around.
"Did you enjoy making me look like an idiot, with your speech about his baseless imprisonment? Since you can feel his heart is so pure?"
She leaned in very close after that, to be sure no one might overhear. "Do you want to know why he shouldn't be allowed near the Well of Eternity? Do you want to know who Aethas really is?"
She looked behind her to be sure no one was walking nearby, and then whispered to him angrily, "Are you familiar with the name Kael'thas Sunstrider? Prince of Quel'thalas? When you were still a kid, he summoned—"
Anduin regarded her wide-eyed, trapped between her and the wall of the cave; he finished the sentence for her in nearly inaudible tones. "—summoned Kil'jaeden through the Sunwell."
Without meaning to, he tried to look over Jaina's shoulder, to catch a glimpse of Aethas; "You're kidding," he whispered, "you can't be serious. Aethas is him?"
Jaina appeared to fight for composure; very slowly, she'd gained control of her rage, and became aware that beneath her temper her heart hurt inexplicably. "You aren't entirely wrong," she said, "I believe he means well; but he is too dangerous, he should not be brought actively to the Well."
Anduin caught sight of Aethas somewhere across the room; he appeared like the same familiar elf who'd been in their party recently, the notion he might have been the infamous late prince of Quel'thalas was terribly odd. Anduin might have asked how it was that he'd survived death, that he was walking around freely, and that Jaina knew his identity— but he didn't question any of this; despite everything he'd heard, he couldn't shake the feeling Aethas was innocent.
"Aunt Jaina, I forgot to tell you— but during the break, Malygos and I overheard Kairoz and Aethas speaking—"
"So they are allied—"
"Maybe," Anduin said, "but it didn't sound like they were up to malevolent things. Kairoz said the bronze dragonflight had taken something from Aethas, and that he probably wants it back very much."
At this, Jaina's brow furrowed. "Of course, Kairoz would know who he is; he can see his past. But what did the bronze dragonflight take from him?"
"I don't know." Anduin thought for a moment, and then gazed at Jaina directly. "I can't really explain it, but he sounded very— sad— I don't think he wants to go there to gain some sort of power."
Jaina considered this; it occurred to her how little she'd paid attention to Kael'thas personally when she knew him within the Council of Six; much had been lost in the invasion of Quel'thalas, maybe there were some sentimental items or artifacts that dated back to his great, great grandfather, Dath'remar—
"It's still too risky," she said, "Anduin, I don't want to hurt him, either— but we came here to stop the Legion, not usher its invasion of Azeroth."
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Jaina's fury had been nothing compared with what Anduin faced from Wrathion after the meeting; when they were finally alone, the Black Prince charged at him in a flurry of rage, he toppled him to the cave floor and straddled his hips with an angry battle roar.
"You unbelievable idiot!" Wrathion seethed, "What in the hell were you thinking?! This right here, this is exactly why I didn't want you involved!"
Anduin thought he'd had quite enough of being lectured; in a great feat of effort, he lunged upward to Wrathion and rolled him onto his side, until they were wrestling angrily on the floor.
"Don't put this on me!" he snarled, he paid no heed to the way his princely garbs were soiled in the sand; his hair had come messy all over his face, but he kept tight hold of Wrathion's collar.
"You should have considered the Dragon Soul when you came to Neltharion for help in the first place! And Alexstrasza was right, she's not some idiot—"
"You're just saying she was right because she wants to test your holy talents, you're doing this for— ugh!— for personal— gain!"
"How dare you!" Anduin's face soured at the implication his motive was selfish somehow; "You're only opposed to her because her— oof— consort— turned you down!"
"That's it—" Wrathion growled, what followed was a long and ugly physical fight, where neither ultimately emerged the winner— but where finally the two managed to exert the anger and tension they'd had simmering for years.
After some time, they were both utterly filthy, their uniforms were completely wrinkled and covered with dirt, they were still tangled together and half-assedly batting at each other.
"I'm—" Wrathion breathed, "I'ma switch to my true form in like two seconds, and then you'll really get it—"
"Try it—" Anduin's voice came tired and hoarse, he had his eyes closed and lips parted with breath. "Try it and I'll call down holy fire on you, so hard—"
"You wouldn't dare."
"I will."
"You're not gonna do that—"
"I will! I'm totally doing it! I'm doing it right now—"
Anduin closed his eyes and brought his hands together, which was a bit difficult with Wrathion's left leg tangled over one of his elbows, and his leg was pretty fucking heavy.
He brought his hands into his best approximation of a prayer position, quite uncomfortably, and began silently mouthing words until a small light appeared between his palms; at this, Wrathion gripped both Anduin's wrists and pulled them widely apart, and with great exertion he got them both held securely on the cave floor.
"You are seriously such a dick," he said, and Anduin laughed. "I told you! I told you I was gonna, that's what you get—"
His words were muffled when Wrathion's lips came on his; at that, his hands lost their struggle. He'd not realized how badly he'd wanted this till it came, how half of his anger was really the hurt of not being acknowledged.
He let Wrathion hold him down and fervently kissed him back, he silently murmured,
"I've missed you—"
(On to Chapter 9)
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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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