"Amazing how even in desecrated lands like these, flowers can still bloom after witnessing such atrocities," mused Thassarian, glancing about the damp lands of Tirisfal as both he and his companion, Koltira Deathweaver, picked their way towards their destination. The scent of rain roused around them as the precipitation caused even the ears of their undead mounts to flick and shed the droplets.
A smile crossed the elven death knight's lips as he paused his steed by steadying the reigns, allowing his form to slip off to land on the ground, stooping to pluck a small white flower. The rough texture of his gloves took one of the soft petals between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it gently to feel how the flesh of the flower played against his digits. "It indeed is a wonder… how in death, life is brought anew. Something so simple like this flower, this lone Peacebloom growing unhindered, can bring hope. It's why the Peacebloom is my favourite flower, I think. Small, simple, yet it stands out so much."
Thassarian joined his companion's side and stooped to gain level ground, finding his gaze fixed upon the bloom. "It reminds me of you. See, it even matches the fair colour of your hair."
His lover blinked nonchalantly before breaking into a laugh, "So I'm a simple flower now, am I, Thassarian? Should I be offended or flattered?"
The human reached out and gently took the flower from the other, moving to tuck it behind the elf's ear, "More like you stand out amongst all that makes up this world. Now come, we have a mission to accomplish."
Koltira rested his hand on an upturned palm, sitting at the table that inhabited a small room in the Andorhal inn. He'd been waiting for Thassarian to return for some time now, as the other had told him that he had made the elf a surprise. It wasn't often the human had 'surprises', Koltira always finding the man to be rather predictable in the cute sort of manner… but when one of these surprises did come up, it usually flipped the elf's world upside down. The last time this happened… well… they had both agreed it was something to never be spoken of again.
"Are you finished, Thassarian?" he called out to the man who had currently locked himself inside the bathroom, drumming his fingers absently upon the tabletop.
"Almost, just trying to get this side to… tie… together… there. That should do it, I think."
Hollowed blue hues watched the door to the bathroom intensely, waiting in anticipation as slowly the wooden plank eased back and his lover strode back into his view… and gave the other a heart attack.
"T-Thassarian! What in the name of Arthas are you WEARING?" gaped the elf, unable to comprehend what he was taking in. Before his vision stood his companion in absolutely nothing but a thong composed of weaved together Peacebloom. The flowers were plentiful enough that it covered what lay hidden between the human's legs, but one could get a mere glimpse if they were to squint hard enough and look past the fleshy petals.
"It took a while to make… but I thought about the flowers we saw back in Tirisfal and couldn't help myself but to gather a few some nights ago. I had to be quick about weaving them together though because too long without water and they would have wilted… what do you think?" Thassarian turned around and looked over his shoulder to glance at his own backside, or at least attempt to.
Koltira had the modesty to cover his eyes with a slight groan, though both could obviously tell the elven death knight was blushing underneath his palm. There were just some things about the other that would take eons for him to understand.