Disclaimer: ... Nope. Don't own WoW at all. Not even a smidge.
Side Note: Still mega-short... (sigh)
He had started talking to her more.
Sometimes he would even help her.
However...
... she was angry...
Angry that she had allowed him to walk back in so easily.
Angry that he regarded her as nothing more than 'just another person.'
Angry that it seemed often that he was determined to break her further.
Really, Anaeli just didn't care anymore.
He didn't wait for her, she didn't wait for him.
The Death Knight often found herself contemplating his earlier statements, of his declarations of love and affection.
Which were truths? Which were lies?
She was certainly aware of her own feelings. She knew and understood.
Because the simple truth was... if she did not love him, she would not be thinking of him constantly.
If she did not love him, she would never hurt this badly.
She knew her feelings.
What were his?
"Hey."
She snapped out of her thoughts, looking up to find Xolst perched there beside her. It took a moment for Anaeli to remember where she was: seated on the barrier in Krasus' Landing that prevented grounded folk from falling off down to the forest below Dalaran's floating island. And the hunter was right next to her, squatting, ready to move if necessary.
She looked to him, blinking once.
"What?" she asked, long-since given up attempting to communicate with him properly.
"You wanna go do something?"
The Death Knight shrugged, receiving a sigh of annoyance. She hardly cooperated with him now, not that she had any reason to.
She stood, dusting herself off before summoning forth her skeletal griffin. Its screech was nothing new, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Xolst stand as well. Anaeli glanced at him, blue eyes surveying him.
"I'll be in the Storm Peaks. I know you'll be busy with Flawless' main group," she stated, nothing more than truth. If her coldness affected him he didn't show it, though she doubted it had.
He had let go. Now it was her turn.