My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!
~Rudyard Kipling
'Koltira!' Thassarian shoved his way through the throng of initiates, fixated on the battered, gleaming body of his friend. The new favourite of the Lich King, the one whom Thassarian had sent to rescue the death knight, opened their mouth to object, but he was quickly silenced with gold: leave Bloodbane to come up with the fledgling's next assignment. No, his eyes were for the high elf alone.
'Koltira,' he repeated. The youth's body seemed beyond repair, deep marks leading into his cracked and ruined armor. Torture marks. Thassarian's frozen blood boiled at the sight and he made to move forward. 'I swear by Frostmourne I shall- they will feel your pain a thousand times over! I will-'
'My friend,' Koltira said sternly. 'They are all dead, I assure you. You should not have sent for me; our King shall be most displeased.' Koltira's azure eyes shone with icy indifference, no trace- as always- of emotion. The model death knight. Thassarian's anger coalesced into a kernel of fury and settled into his gut. He pulled away from Koltira.
'Next time you are stupid enough to get yourself caught, I shall leave you to die a second time.'
'Some welcome-'
'Get yourself cleaned up. We have a schedule to keep to.'
Koltira was left standing in the orchard, the sweet smelling summer breeze toying with his snowy hair.
Eyy- it's my favourite bromance in WoW. Mostly because we never really saw a lot of Tholo and Anren. But really, how did they manage under the ever watchful eye of the Lich King?
By the way- I have not read the Thassarian's manga, as much as I would love to. I'll have to get my hands on it sometime, but I apologise for any discrepancies between their story and mine. Mine hopefully has a lot more sexy times.