Timeless

Her face was timeless.

Not Particularly remarkable, mostly plain, and pale at that. But despite her hollowed cheeks and glowing golden eyes, Her face had been saved from her undeath, appearing to have changed very little, retaining it's youthful aura.

Marik knew looking at her that in life she was probably average as well. Even without her hair which seemed to caress her face gently, or the way her brow furrowed when she was deep in thought, making her seem so gentle, he knew; She did not care for appearences. She had been a fighter in life, and now, in undeath, it carried through. Her hunch did not impede the confidence in her expression, and her bones, though showing in places, did not tremor with brittleness. No, she was full of grace, and she let no one dissuade her of herself.

He envied that, more than he'd let her know. His cursed form made him cringe upon even the slightest glance at his reflection, unable to stand the grizzly maw that was a Worgen's face. Even now it took great patience and effort to change back into a suitable human form, but even then, he could not hide the ice cold eyes that he bore, warning passersby of death.

He enjoyed looking at her, perhaps not because he felt she was extraordinary, but because she was simply herself. She didn't fear what others thought of her. Undeath was not a curse to her. She simply was.

"You're thinking about it again." She said simply, placing a gentle, bony hand upon his muzzle. "You cannot change death, Mar. We all have to face it." She looked sadly at her hands, the bones in a few of her fingers showing through. He snorted, feeling guilty. He'd upset her with his brooding again. But he couldn't help it. In life, he'd been a priest. A holy man, one who healed and loved and... now, he was.. unholy. Death incarnate. He could hardly stand himself.

"Can't change it, but I'd like to." He said, shifting his feet over. "I just can't help but feel repulsed by this... undeath." Haeydenne looked hurt, her hand hovering over his shoulder, a reminder of her gentle nature.

"I don't mean you, Haeydenne." He corrected, again feeling guilty. "You're... you're special. Me? I'm..." He gestured to himself lamely, as if to convey his feelings to her. She rolled her eyes and sighed, standing up.

"You are always so down on yourself." She said, grabbing hold of his arm and heaving, having great strength for such a frail mage, and began to walk out of the inn. "We're going to get some fresh air. This dark brooding atmosphere is clearly getting to you." He found himself gently, but firmly, being led into the sunlight, bright and clear outside the inn. In the sun, it was as if a Halo was abover her head, accentuating her bright and sunny nature. He found himself staring again, unable to look away from her aura.

"What?" She asked, waving a hand in front of his face, drawing his attention. "You're zoning. What are you thinking about?" Marik smiled, a hard thing, and drew the forsaken woman to his side, earning a suprised gasp.

"I'm glad that I can be here with you, Haeydenne." He said, nuzzling his muzzle into her blond locks. "You make me feel timeless."

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Hello again! Chapter two is up! I actually made this one first, but I forgot about it until I had already posted. Anywho, this time it's Forsaken Mage Haeydenne and Worgen DK Marik. Marik has a pretty sad story behind him, and I hope to someday write it. Haeydenne's is not as well thought out, but she helped draw Marik out of his shell, to accept his undeath. It's a hard knock life. Enjoy!