Twisted Fate
Prologue
"Hey, wait up!"
The sound of that voice was music to Nariel' ears.
"Come on slowpoke, or we'll be caught!" she whispered.
It wasn't fitting for a rogue to be seen after all. She turned around to glance at her struggling Paladin companion. He was attempting to join her on top of the roof of the Bazaar in Silvermoon city, but the crates that she so nimbly scaled might as well have been a druid's entangling roots for all the good they did him. In truth, it wasn't the punishment of getting caught that she was worried about. Sure, the Bazaar was a relatively well guarded place, and it would be tough to come up with an explanation as to why they were sneaking around on the roof, but it was also late in the evening, and the merchants had long since packed up meaning the patrols were less frequent or vigilant. What Nariel really didn't want to lose was the moment. A loud thud alerted her to the Paladin's success, and she leaned over the edge, extending her hand to help him up.
"Finally…it's no wonder you didn't become a rogue Sath". She said with a smirk as her friend scrambled unceremoniously over the edge and onto the roof before rising with a rather disheveled look.
"Please, I look terrible in leather anyways." He said as he brushed off his tabard. "You on the other hand…" he noted with a grin as his eyes scanned up and down the red haired rogue.
She loved seeing her childhood friend like this, when his blonde hair was a perfect mess and he was enthralled with her. They had been together for years – as long as either of them could remember in fact – and nothing in all that time had ever driven her so wild as to see him lost with desire for her, and to be able to play with him like clay in her hand. With a smirk of her own, she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her face so close to his that she could feel the heat of his breath as it grew more ragged.
"Patience…" she teased, letting a grin spread across her lips.
"We have all night after all." She said quietly, allowing her lips to come tantalizingly close to his before twisting away, letting her fingers run down his arm to his hand before pulling him over to the edge of the roof again.
"I didn't choose this spot just for its privacy." She added, motioning above them.
She heard a slight gasp as Sath'rovok let his gaze follow her hand upwards. The night sky was littered with stars that shone brightly, like tiny pin pricks in an otherwise solid sheet of darkness, but what caught their gaze was not the sky – they could see that anywhere. What was truly breathtaking were the soft pulsating streams of arcane energy that moved across Silvermoon like the waves of a quiet ocean, coalescing around each building and growing clearer and a deeper purple around the centers of magic that dotted the wondrous elven city.
Strings of glowing light twisted around each other, mixing colors between red, violet, and white before turning off into different directions to mix with other colors. In the day or from the ground it would have been nearly invisible – the sea of energy as a whole was translucent enough that you would not notice it for the brightness of the sun or the darkness of the night sky, but here at this spot they could see it as clearly as if it were written on the pages of a book. Nariel smiled to herself at the sight, Sath'rovok temporarily forgotten.
She was an able rogue, but most of her sneaking around was done here in Silvermoon. Those who offered the kind of work a rogue was good at were not so trusting of anyone unproven, so her time was spent around the city, eavesdropping on a conversation here, delivering messages there. It wasn't quite the level of danger and excitement she had envisioned when she decided to become a rogue, but it did have a few perks, one of which happened to be a complete mental map of some of the most secluded spots around.
That knowledge served her well, more often without Sath'rovok than with him these days as he was frequently away on assignment for the Blood Knights, but most nights she was content to slip softly up to the roof of a tall building and sit quietly in one of her many hiding spots around Silvermoon, watching the streams move. On some occasions she even tried to piece together stories from them; two streams might inspire in her a story of friendship and exploration as they drifted across the city, and then finally conflict as they shot apart and went their separate ways. It was an odd thing to do she knew, but she was an odd elf.
On this particular night however she was here with her friend and lover, Sath'rovok. She had forgotten that fact briefly, lost in the stories of the arcane energy until a large hand wrapped itself around her waist and she felt a familiar heat from his breath on her neck. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, allowing him to rest his chin on her shoulder.
"How did you find this place?" he asked quietly, his tone one of amazement.
"I don't really remember, it was so long ago." She replied, her breath hitching as he began to move his other hand down her body.
"Whatever I had been doing brought me to this spot at this time of night, and that's when I saw all this for the very first time." She continued, finding it harder to speak each word as his hand trailed down her side. Sath'rovok suddenly pulled his hand away, turning her around to face him and smiling at her.
"It's wonderful, but I think the best part of the view is right here." He said, gazing down at her.
"Is that so?" she asked in reply, her voice growing sultry.
"Mhm" He mumbled before leaning in to kiss her.
She grinned slightly, returning his affection before whispering "We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet" as her own fingers found his body, tracing over the unarmored areas of skin that peeked through around his neck.
"Then what are we waiting for?" He asked, a grin forming on his lips.
She moved her hands up, lacing her fingers together behind his neck before bringing her mouth up to his ear.
"You think I'll give in so easily?" She teased, her voice only a whisper.
His fingers moved around to her back, finding the strings holding her leather in place.
"I think in time I can convince you to." He replied smoothly.
"No hurry." She whispered, kissing his cheek just in front of his ear.
"Like I said…" she paused "…we have all night."
As her armor fell away piece by piece his hands began to find more and more of her skin. With each touch she felt more of the teasing resistance she had put up melt away like ice in a fire, and as the night drew on the pair slowly disappeared from reality, thoroughly enjoying the moment she was so glad they had not lost.