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Naked (WRATHION X ANDUIN WRYNN)	By : flagfish Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Two days had passed before at last Wrathion returned; at first, Anduin had grown increasingly annoyed, he felt unexpectedly rejected and hurt, and wondered what exactly Wrathion had been playing at. "Oh," he huffed to himself moodily; "I've always cared for you, Anduin Wrynn— what a load of rubbish, as if I believed that for a moment."
Humans and dragons, he concluded, could never properly get along— let alone become lovers, not that he ever believed that bit, either— Anduin told himself that he needed to focus on his scripture, he couldn't afford to waste time on nonsense like this; and then later when he'd return to Stormwind, maybe he'd ask his father to introduce him to a proper young woman or man, a human one, who acted in a way that he could understand...
However, during his time studying his scriptures he could not find inner peace; he found himself hopelessly distracted, where despite all he'd told himself his thoughts wandered back to Wrathion. He thought of how they'd kissed, the tender things he'd said, and how sincere he had sounded; Yeah, he thought, of course he sounded sincere— he'd always been good at deception.
I'm such an idiot.
He decided he was through with other boys, through with dragons, and through with matters of the heart on the whole— he would devote himself solely to his duties as a priest and his duties to Stormwind, and between those two stations he'd have little time for stupid nonsense.
He flushed furiously when he thought back to the way they'd embraced in bed; he couldn't believe he'd let Wrathion get away with all that. Light, he'd actually let him bathe him.
"Well, there'd be no more of that," he muttered irritably while turning a page in his manuscript; it occurred to him that, again, he hadn't retained a word of what he'd been reading.
And yet, throughout the day he found himself now and again glancing out the window, as in hopes that perhaps he'd see a black dragon approach; he'd be so angry at Wrathion if ever he saw him again. He wouldn't speak to him at all; in his mind, he imagined Wrathion coming to him with desperate apologies, he would beg forgiveness, but Anduin would have none of it. He'd act composed and cool, and would say something very slick like My heart belongs only to the Light; then he'd turn away while Wrathion would try to chase after him and say he was sorry, that he'd do anything to redeem himself...
However, as the hours passed Wrathion still hadn't returned, and there were no regretful apologies for Anduin to ignore; surely he'd come back that night, wouldn't he? Surely he wouldn't leave him another day on his own, after he'd told everyone in the clergy that they were lovers?
What a joke, Anduin thought; lovers. And I almost believed it, too. I really am an idiot.
Of course it was a lie; they weren't lovers. The whole story was utterly absurd.
Evening gradually fell, in his quarters Anduin watched absently while the skies behind branches of trees went from pale to purple to dark; another day wasted, the thought formed in his mind without his discretion, as he knew that despite everything he'd tried and failed to convince himself, every moment that day he had hoped that at last Wrathion would come.
Slowly his irritation gave way to despair, and while he lay in bed late that night he thought he'd forgive Wrathion everything— that he'd undergo any humiliation— if only he'd have him back; he should have accounted for his arrogance. He should have accounted for his pride.
It occurred to him that, for all he knew, Wrathion may well not return for another several years, like that time before; he thought he despised him thoroughly for how he made him suffer, without ever meaning to make him suffer at all.
After several hours spent lying uselessly without falling asleep, he got up again and began pacing the room; in the dim glow of his holy candles the outline of the furniture danced softly against the wall, light and shadow, his open manuscript remained forgotten at the writing desk where he'd abandoned it last. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so distracted from his work, if he'd kept up this way he'd fall dreadfully behind, even the Light did not manifest as vividly in him as it had in the previous days...
He sat at his desk and went on to light his lantern, and squinted against the small flame; however, instead of reaching for his scripture he regarded a number of blank scrolls he had previously set aside on a nearby shelf.
He'd intended to write Velen, and to find a mage at Bradensbrook who might send the letter to him quickly by arcane means— and yet, now that he stared at the blank page, he thought only of writing to Wrathion.
Would that work? A mage would be able to send a letter to anyone, and then the page would magically appear before the recipient; it was probably possible, all he would have to do was write something, and then surely Wrathion would come back...
Certainly it must be some misunderstanding, wasn't that right...? Maybe Wrathion had told him that he'd be leaving, that he had dragon stuff to do, and that he'd be back some time after the fact— maybe he'd said so after he, Anduin, had already fallen asleep, and so he just didn't remember... Surely a letter like that could clear things up...?
Without realizing it he'd developed false hopes, already he'd begun rationalizing things in his mind: it wasn't that Wrathion didn't care for him; it wasn't that he'd lied, it was probably just one big misunderstanding...
He stared at the blank scroll for a long time while trying to figure out what to write, but everything he could think of felt terribly stupid; I can't do this, he concluded. I would come off too desperate.
Maybe he could just ask something casual, something anyone might ask— like I was just wondering if you happened to see my book of psalms, I can't find it anywhere.
In the end he could not get himself to lie like this, especially where matters of the Light were concerned; and, either way, he wasn't satisfied with the notion of having to wait until he would find a mage in order to send the letter. He wanted badly to speak with him now.
What was he off doing, anyway? Despite him his thoughts wandered to images of Wrathion with some other dragon, perhaps another black drake, a female one— and there they were off doing dragon things, stuff which Anduin could never understand...
He was jealous, he was terribly jealous, in his heart he felt things decidedly unlike the acceptance and forgiveness he was meant to preach; already he thought he disliked this hypothetical black dragon with whom in his mind Wrathion was cavorting.
I'm only a mortal, he thought; he imagined that Wrathion would return with an entire brood of his own and then say that it was only natural for him to seek out his own kind.
"No," Anduin said to the empty room; "That's absurd. Wrathion dislikes other black dragons, and there are hardly any others remaining anyway..."
Still, what if somehow...
In the end he returned to bed without writing to Wrathion at all; he hardly managed to get enough sleep, and felt groggy and miserable in the morning.
The following day he was partway through delivering his afternoon sermon when, completely without warning, at long last he walked into the church— like it were the most casual thing in the world. Anduin glanced up from the excerpt he'd been quoting in his holy scripture, the words frozen at his lips, eyes wide in a moment of disbelief; his pulse skipped a beat, his ears went hot, inside him emotions warred that had haunted him for the past two days.
Where were you? What have you been doing? How could you have left me like that?
...aren't we meant to be lovers...?
Within the pews people began to look around, they gazed at Anduin expectantly where he'd paused mid-speech, and at last he remembered himself; he coughed and began to resume the sermon, voice tremulous with fervor and thoughts miles off from his words. He spoke mechanically, aware he ought to devote himself fully to the Light in that moment but despite himself impatient to be finished: after all, what if Wrathion got up and walked out again, and then who knew when he'd see him next...?
This is terrible, he was aware, he'd never actually rushed to be done with a sermon before— but the desire to finally speak with Wrathion had become irresistible, he thought he wanted to smite him for all he was worth, and all the while he also wanted to cover him with kisses.
When at long last the hour had reached its conclusion and he descended from the podium, he was terribly eager to approach him; a number of people had come to ask questions and he inwardly prayed to the Light for calm, for the serenity to focus on what was important, and not on his own volatile feelings. He actually excused himself partway through when he saw Wrathion begin to walk out of the hall, and promised he'd return and then address every question more patiently, but he just had to—
He just had to go for a moment—
With his holy books in hand he trotted out from the church while his clerical garments billowed behind him, he caught up with Wrathion out of breath and, with little pride remaining, he called out to him.
Wrathion paused where he'd been most of the way out to the gardens, in the afternoon sunlight his dark hair appeared haloed in a soft haze; he was bloody smiling.
...smiling...!
Anduin remained where he was some feet away, squinting against the sun, still clutching his books, somehow boyish within the elaborate folds of his vestments; now that he'd caught up with him at last words utterly failed him.
Where have you been?
Why didn't you say anything before leaving?
Is this some sort of dragon thing?
Why are you like this...?
In the end, he said nothing; he remained stupidly in place, feeling suddenly like a small child dressed in the ministerial robes of a priest, overcome by emotion and the deep desperation to have his old friend back.
"I hate you," the words issued softly, too soft for anyone else to have heard; then he'd actually become a little tearful, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment but without his own discretion he'd begun crying outright. At his age, at his station.
"I hate you," he mouthed, he swiped boyishly at his eyes and clenched his teeth, and while he was terribly self-conscious that anyone might see, he could not help himself any longer; somehow, years of pent agony surged within him which he'd long since suppressed.
For some time no other words came to him; he merely repeated himself, uncertain what had taken him over, vaguely aware that others must have seen him— that he'd behaved in a manner entirely unbecoming of a priest and a prince.
He hadn't realized that Wrathion had approached him until his long arms came round his body and he found himself pressed to his chest, and his soft, velvety voice whispered quiet murmurs to him in Draconic; "Shh," Wrathion said, he kissed him everywhere on his face, on his cheeks and his mouth and the tip of his nose, and the places where he'd got tearful.
"I hate you," Anduin whispered; "I hate you so much—"
Despite him, despite everything in him which hungered to lash out in anger for how Wrathion had inadvertently made him suffer, he buried his head in his neck while Wrathion held him for a long time, in plain view of the townspeople leaving church; he was aware now profoundly that he was achingly, wretchedly in love, that he had been for a long time—
—Light help me, he murmured; Light save us both.

(On to Chapter 9)
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A/N: I would love to find someone interested in roleplaying Warcraft lore, especially Wrathion/Anduin, Varian/Arthas, or Illidan/Kael'thas (if this is still on here then I'm still looking, haha! Regardless of the date on the fic ^^) 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). I don't mind at all if you don't know much lore; if English isn't your first language; if you're a little shy; if you're new to Warcraft or to RPing; or if you've not RPd canon characters before. I just like writing with someone else who's passionate about the same stuff =) If you feel like giving it a go, then please reach me through the contact info on my profile. Thank you! ^^
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