From time to time, my stay in servitude to the Lich King before the release, I would be assigned to various missions in varying degrees of danger. I was never assigned to your rescue mission by Lieutenant-commander Thassarian, and most definitely regret turning the offer down when another stepped in to take care of it, if I knew I was to love you so. It was also insanely lucky of me when I hesitated on the answer and got away with it. I wasn't supposed to as a Death Knight but I still retained my own humane sanity. Thassarian asked me again whether I would like to accompany the other, I meekly shook my head in declination. That meekness and mild reluctance of fear has convinced the old man that I was perhaps not ready. He passively dismissed me and gave plans to the other Death Knight.

Was I glad to be saved from a possible death sentence.

Yet I regret it so much now; it would've been my second encounter with you (the first would be the time when I nodded at you). This is all I will ever think about in hindsight.

However, I was then still quite nerved when news came about to my ears that I was to go on a mission with you from the High lord. I didn't hyperventilate. I hyperventilated in my mind. This was Koltira Deathweaver we're talking about; one of the best Death Knights in the Ebon Blade! And I? Just a somebody who had the title of 'nobody'. God, were I rigid and fidgety when this was said.

I wasn't quite enamored, not even close, with what has been planned out for us, then. But I'd come to terms with the mission once the details were explained in the easiest way possible: Retrieve a letter from the Scarlet Stronghold. Kill people with a super strong comrade in tow, take the letter, and leave without having your ass whipped harshly; that was easy. Good rewards were involved, hell was I one to miss out on a chance like that. Just when I was being all gay and all satisfied, you came into the room and the thunder that took place outside had immediately shifted itself into the compound.

I had everything that were good turn into bad, the rain pouring at the back of my mind, a tornado whirling at the front of my mind. Yet my features displayed that of a bucket of dense confusion. Why were I fazed by you? Why were I the hell nervous in front of you; why did I want to fucking avoid you so fucking much?! What the hell were you to me?! My confusion slowly turned into frustration, my frustration quickly turned into anger, it was less than a second before my anger turned into an unexplainable rage. Yet when you looked at me in the eye…

The rain stopped to show the clear, the tornado blew itself the fuck away from the front, and everything turned from the bad to a strange, happy feeling. Boy was I freaked out by my own mind and sudden aggression to passivity. Maybe I should explain it all over again, starting with the confusion.

Was in confusion when you came into the room without even so much as a glance to me, while I was having a small turmoil with my own emotions to you. Was in frustration when your back was faced towards me and speaking to Thassarian casually about the mission he was offering to us, while I realized that I could not valiantly defeat the small turmoil that I created myself. Was in anger when I realized that the two of you were still talking, and that was honestly the sole reason for the it. And I've really come to despise myself for thinking of the stupid when I finally realized that I've curled my fists up in anger.

Yet, and I honestly mean it with all my heart, when you turned your head slightly to look at me from behind; I loved that look from your gaze. I was struck by the arrow that seemingly flew from your azure eyes in my mind. Your lips were still moving, no doubt reassuring Thassarian about the mission. If it weren't for the moment at hand, I would've thought that a certain homosexual activity had somehow crept into the atmosphere.

I was a little more thrilled and excited than I typically would be, that'd be none at all. Thoughts were delivered from my heart to my senses and throughout the rest of my body. That unspeakable truth of delight in my eyes that only you would not mistaken to see. Can I be even more sure to know that you've returned the slight gesture with a smirk or generous hint in your eyes? In no way would I forsaken what I've found when my eyes find themselves on you.

It was beyond my expectations, thus I didn't want to give myself the benefit of the doubt when I heard you say,

"...I'm grateful for this mission, brother,"