I own nothing, except for the OC of Vician Trannyth
A/N...
Sylvanas is probably very much OOC at list point, but it's 4 in the morning, I've stopped caring at this point...
Also, the story takes place before the Patch and the siege, so Garrosh is not out of power in this fic.
Warning: Use of language, implied meanings, and politics
"So, politics then," Sylvanas begins, leaning her elbows onto the table and resting her chin in the palms of her hands, "Why such an interest Trannyth?"
Because of you, he wanted to say, but he bites his tongue and gives a shrug, "Politics is interesting."
Sylvanas snorts back a laugh, "That's an interesting way to describe politics," leaning back, Sylvanas crosses her arms and crosses her legs, "So, what interests you about Politics?"
You. "Seeing world events unfold and getting over-emotional over some leaders…"
"Like who?" When Vician struggles to answer, Sylvanas leans forward again, "You can tell me, Trannyth, we have known each other for more than 8 years."
Vician sighs nodding, "Garrosh; that son of a bitch dared to insult you. Call you a bitch? How dare he!?" Vician huffs and stands up, breathing hard and turns away from the table. "Just thinking about that idiot gets me worked up, every time." Sighing again, Vician looks over at Sylvanas, "I apologize, My Lady. I'm sorry you had to see that outburst."
Sylvanas giggles softly, "its fine Trannyth. I didn't expect you to feel so strongly about it. I wasn't even sure you had emotions," she smirks, teasing him.
Vician chuckles, a deep guttural sound, "There are many things about me, My Lady that would surprise you. I may not be alive anymore, but I can still beat out any hot-blooded Orc."
Sylvanas looks the undead warlock up and down, cocking her head to the side, reading between the lines of his words, "So, your interest is not in politics alone, is it?" she murmurs to herself. "You'll have to surprise me sometime then, Trannyth," she says so he can hear, offering him a wink to accent her meaning.
Vician nods, bowing his head to her, "I look forward to it, My Lady," he mumbles softly, just for her ears. Keeping his head down, he walks back into the shadows, leaving Sylvanas alone in her chambers.
