Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Blizzard. All locations referenced are their property. I do own Sabrieth, and my husband owns Aganny. I wrote this one shot as a gift to him; although we are separated by thousands of miles (much like our characters in-game), our love remains strong.
One day Sabrieth, on a mission in the Arathi highlands, faltered before her enemy. Instead of the death blow she expected to feel, she watched as a shadowbolt whisked past her and slew her opponent. Scrabbling upright, she turned and beheld an undead warlock grinning at her. For the first time in her life, she did not recoil with disgust in the presence of an undead. For the first time in months, she smiled. Aganny followed Sabrieth the rest of that afternoon, ensuring that she and her guild mate came to no harm. She was a valiant fighter, however inexperienced, and did not wish to see her befall any harm.
In the months that followed their meeting, Aganny returned many times to aid Sabrieth and her compatriots, even joining her guild to assist them on their missions. Her guild mates thought the seasoned warlock rather eccentric, even crossing the border of madness, but Sabrieth grew to treasure his rare appearances. Being an old campaigner, Aganny was away much of the time waging war on foes the guild would not be able to engage without a great deal more training. During his long absences, Aganny often sent Sabrieth small tokens. Her favorite was a black dress Aganny himself had made for her. The day she received it she wore it proudly as she danced alone beneath the bank in Under City. She knew then that she loved him, and it was plain he loved her as well.
Sabrieth made no secret of her love for the old warlock. She cared not about how the world might look at her. "My love is truly blind; your body may be lost to time, but it is your mind and heart that causes me to love you so" she told him as she took his skeletal hand, "Let all the cosmos stare if they wish."
As they fought their battles on distant corners of Azeroth and beyond, Aganny thought of Sabrieth often, and she him. Though they never spoke of it, Aganny knew Sabrieth was slightly saddened by his eternal decomposition. He knew there was something he could never give her in this state of being; something he knew she craved. A warm, safe embrace. A gentle hand to hold. A soft kiss upon her cheek. For the first time in many years, Aganny wanted a living body. He had grown tired of animating this rotted corpse. True, it had served him well, but in all his years of being, he had never had another to care for. He wanted to stand with his beloved atop the tallest building in Dalaran and take a real breath of that clean, cold air.
One day Sabrieth, after a grueling day of killing in the name of the Horde, sat down in front of the fire in The Filthy Animal. Just as she was nodding off, a male blood elf sat down beside her. Annoyed at him for sitting so close, but too exhausted to move, she raised an eyebrow and addressed him.
"Can I help you, warlock?" He smiled and replied in barely more than a whisper, "I hope so Sabrieth."
"How did you know my name? Don't think we've met before…" She responded cautiously. "You've come a long way since the day I saved you in Arathi," he said with more confidence, holding a black rose out to her, "but you should really learn to enjoy yourself a bit. I've never seen you wear the dress I made you."
Sabrieth knew then that by some miracle he was her Aganny. Taking the rose, Sabrieth wrapped her arms around Aganny, crying with joy. Aganny held her close felt his newly restored heart beat in time with hers. As they fell asleep in one another's embrace by the fire, a barmaid smiled at the pair. "What a handsome couple" she thought. Handsome they were, and had always been.