Watch you breathe

Disclamer: I do not own WoW, Blizzard does, but these two characters belong to me.

Notes: Can be seen as a Prologue

Snowflakes slowly fell from a dark, clouded sky, as Seraphita took a short moment to look put of the window of their room. It has always been cold in Winterfall Village, she barely remembered her childhood, but now, as she was sitting at the edge of the large bed, perched up with a warm blanket around her shoulders, she simply felt like she finally returned home.

Home…still it was a word that was strange to her, almost mocking, she thought to herself. There was never something like a home, not in a way other human children would think of, her eyes moved up from the scroll she was reading in and to the sleeping form she leaned against.

Everywhere with you, I am at home…Sera thought, as she traced his pointed ears with her fingers, smiling almost like a girl, when he twitched.

Most humans might never see what she could witness. Most humans could not even imagine how it would look like, when orcs sleep. But she did and to be honest, she was surprised at first. To her orcs seemed to be restless, bursting with vitality and strength, as if they could stay awake forever, never needing to rest or sleep, but it was just another rumor she discovered to be untrue. Nagos eyelids flutter, but he did not move, or shift, his huge form curled up on the bed, which was obviously too small for a being as huge as he was. She leaned against his body, he being on his side and trying to make himself comfortable, while she was stil trying to identify the writing in her hands. His belly was warm and if he moved, Sera could feel the muscles tense and glide from underneath his emerald skin.

His breath was even and calm, peaceful, if one could say in association with a creature like him, but she doesn´t mind. Her fingers trailed from his ears to his jaw, retracing the firm lines, carved into his face and up to one of his long, protruding tusks. One might say that all orcs looked alike, but she found some gestures that seemed to be unique just to him and none other. The way he sometimes looked at her; the way he would crook his head, when he was curious, or trying to think hard.

Now he shifted his head, as he murmured something in his dreams, in his own native tongue and again Seraphita was wondering what he dreamed of. Her fingers moved on their own, as they entwined with the loose strands of hair, falling into his face. His raven black hair was slowly turning to gray, but still, he looked strong and impressive as ever. She glanced at the long sword leaning casually against their bed, the way it was forged proved to be of orcish origin. The sheath was decorated with runes and other signs of the old horde, some of them had been scratched on purpose, for its owner no longer believed in the dark path his people once walked. Nago used to be what is called a blademaster in the old and the new horde alike, a champion used to wield his blade in close combat. Sometimes Sera wondered if his nightmares, which haunted him frequently, would ever stop someday, he told her once, that he might be forgiven some day, but his past will always remind him of his sins from the past, always there to haunt him. Whatever he might do, but there will be no way, to wash away the blood on his hands and he was willing to live with it, as long as no one made this terrible mistake again.

She placed a kiss on his cheek and curled up next to him, dragging the blanket along with her as she cuddled up against his massive body. Here they were, alone in the silence of their room and sleeping next to each other, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world. She could never get use to sensation of the warm body next to her, his soft breathing and his arms around her small, almost frail looking frame, for her it meant not only protection, but a sign of true affection and for that she was grateful.

"Sleep well, great warrior, may the light save you from your nightmares…" She whispered and closed her eyes.

"Sleep well, my only light." A deep, growling voice rumbled from behind, as he pulled her closer and placed a soft kiss between her shoulder blades.