Endings
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I dont own any of the characters or situations in this fanfiction, they rightfully belong to Blizzard.
Pairing: Sylvanas Windrunner/Lor'Themar Theron
Summary: As the Siege of Orgrimmar began, the banshee queen lost something she thought she never had. 2shot. (Lor'Themar/Sylvanas. Character death)
Author's Note: Hello hello. Alright, so I wrote this little tidbit of a fic late the other night, when I was thinking about what Sylvanas said to Lor'Themar about how he would 'make an attractive corpse.' Anyhoodle, so I took some creative license with the exchange between the two, and made a little somewhat fluffy, dare I say a little heartbreaking, fic for my WoW OTP. It will be a 2shot and a 2shot only; I wont be expanding this. Anyhoodle, enjoy!
Kisses and cumshots,
Melanie
She had laughed, initially. Making a joke in a small, half-hearted attempt to relieve tension before the battle began. She didnt really care for the moods of the warriors and mages and archers and all the rest around her, she was merely reveling in the fact that she could joke with him again. It had been so long, her emotions closed off for too long. She never quirked a brow or cracked a smile to indicate what she was feeling; showing emotions meant showing weakness. She had hardened her heart and built a wall around it. But now ... her armor cracked. After the years of being closed off, all it took was conversing with and being near him again to bring down those carefully constructed walls.
And so, as the siege of Orgrimmar was about to truly begin, the Banshee Queen was cracking a joke at the Lord Regent of Silvermoon. As if no time had passed. As if they were rangers together again. As if her heart still beat beneath her breast. She remembered her fellow Horde leaders making small speeches to encourage the heroes around them, but only one voice stood out from all of them. Sylvanas had already readied her bow, an arrow from her quiver poised and ready to be raised and fired. She had always loved the rush of battle, and the waiting game before each one was always horrendous. She was itchy with anticipation, her anger and frustration peeking through in her tight muscles and narrowed gaze. But then she heard Lor'Themar's voice, and she was back in Silvermoon, training and laughing together. Her ears all but twitched in his direction as she zeroed in on his words of encouragement to those around them. And with that, her stance relaxed. She turned her head to his direction, her mouth quirked up in a smile.
"If you were to fall in battle," she called to him, "- I could bring you back. You would make an attractive corpse." The Banshee Queen could feel herself smiling lightly at her old friend and previous second-in-command. Lor'Themar was gazing at her with his one eye alight with humor -she knew if they had been standing closer together, he'd lean in to whisper 'dont make me laugh on a battlefield, this is serious' in her ear as he would attempt to contain his laughter (badly)- and his lips twitched the slightest bit to keep from smiling. She could almost see a light flush of embarrassment on his neck.
"Glad you think so," he called back, and Sylvanas immediately turned her head away from him to hide the fact she was biting her lip to keep from smiling. Oh yes, the walls had definitely crumbled.
But now, thinking over that joke she had made, Sylvanas realized how ironic it all was. But that was the one constant in her life, wasnt it? Irony. She remembered throwing an old coin into the fountain at Dalaran, wishing that she and her sisters would get married and be happy together. Now one was dead, one was missing, and one married to a human. She remembered giving a speech as the Ranger General of Silvermoon: We will protect our people and our lands from the Scourge, at the cost of our lives if need be. Look how that turned out. And finally she remembered what she said before the battle began: You'd make an attractive corpse.
He did.
