Love and Loss (Ongoing)

The Beginning 

    She was older than he was by several thousand years, a Sentinel, sworn so perfectly to duty that a mate had been the last thing on her mind. Well, that was until she met Laz’rael. Well, that was until she met Laz’rael, a handsome, silly Druid who was still young, as far as many of their kind were concerned. Obnoxious. An idiot. Lelethia, on more than one occasion, played at murdering the muscle-bound oaf. At least, until she resigned to her chambers at night, where she found herself giggling and blushing before sleep took her.

    For Laz’rael, it was love the moment he set his eyes on her. Her deep purple hair, braided down to the curves of her fit bottom, left him breathless. The way the leathers clung to her muscles, the way she threatened him to be silent, and even the blistering pain from first time she slapped him made him swoon. It was the kind of love that was in storybooks and folktales. He knew immediately, either she would kill him or she would be his.

    Before, entering the Dream was just another part of life. It was duty. A necessity. However, since he had met Lelethia, it had become a chore. It pained him to return to the Barrows, where a day felt like a decade. He never neglected his burden to bear, but his mind was oft back in Nighthaven, with his lover. Daydreaming within a dream.

    While she had never experienced the drawn out days of the Emerald Dream the way her lover did, her heart ached all the same. She often found herself nestled in the fur of Laz’rael as he slumbered within the Barrows. Panic, fear, and loneliness gripped her heart anytime his body twitched from a wound sustained in that distant world, but in his warmth she found comfort.

    Minutes turned to hours, hours to days, and days to years. The nights she spent sleeping against her lover’s body dwindled, but never ceased as she went about her work as a Sentinel, protecting her kin as they stood vigil over Kalimdor. The worst pain of it all was that she knew not when she might hear his voice again, feel his kiss, or lose herself in his touch

Awakening 

    Nearly a half a millennia had passed before he stirred from his slumber, his large form ached from the extended time in which he had not moved. He was met by one of the Barrow Wardens, who offered him a pleasant smile.



“Good morning, it is good to see you return, “



    Her tone was jovial, eyes turning up at the corners. With careful gesture, she drew his attention to a wooden crate, tucked neatly into the back of his barrow. Despite the size of it, folded parchment spilled out around it in an avalanche. During this time, the Druid returned to his Kaldorei form and stretched wide, his fist colliding with the top of the barrow, eliciting a giggle from the Warden.



“Thank y - ..”



    Laz’rael’s voice gave out as it dawned upon him what the letters were. His amber eyes scoured over each. Leaning over, he plucked one parchment up, opening it at the fold.






    Tears began to crest at the corners of his eyes, moved beyond words by the dedication before him. He turned to look back over his shoulder at the Barrow Warden, who offered a bow and continued with her work. Laz’rael gathered his belongings, gathering the letters that did not fit into the crate into a sack and exited his home for the last four hundred years.

    The cool autumnal breeze that swept through Moonglade stung his skin. He found that walking was not easy, stumbling and staggering as he moved, as though he had nearly forgotten how to do so. His sights were set on Nighthaven, and then beyond to find that which he had yearned for as long as he could remember.

    The Druid did not have to look far. Whether luck was on their side, or Elune herself had gifted them with reprieve from loneliness, there she was. Lelethia had not seen the green haired Kaldorei, her silvered eyes staring down at her hands, letting muscle memory carry her along the boot worn path towards the Barrow Dens. She read from a parchment in her hand quietly.

    She was shaken from her concentration by a jarring sound of something nearby collided with the ground. Before she knew what was happening, her body was taken up and constricted in a distantly familiar embrace and her lips were captured by another’s. A myriad of emotions flooded her mind, eyes wide and staring on, before familiarity began to dawn on her senses.



Green..green hair. Scars - the same scars. It’s him. It’s him! IT’S HIM!



    Regardless of what she wanted to do, her body melted against the Druid’s strong embrace. Her eyes closed against the flood of tears that broke free of the corners and she sobbed into the kiss, but not without desperately returning it. She wriggled her arms free from where he had them pinned and touched his face. She let the pads of her fingers explore every inch of that which she had longed for. When the kiss ended, she cried more and then she punched him. Her fist flailed into his chest, bruising the flesh below.

    Words would not come to either of them, so they laughed and cried and drank deep from the well before them. It seemed painful to seperate, but the middle of Moonglade was not the place for their extended reunion, so they gathered his belongings and retired to her home...their home and on that night Elune smiled down upon them.

[Cillian]

((A very enjoyable read! It ended on such a good note... but I am afraid of what comes next D: ))