Roan awoke that morning to Akken standing over his body in the living room early that morning.
"I'm not gonna ask," he said, as he turned to the kitchen to make tea for the ladies of the house.
"Good, because I'm not gonna explain," he grumbled, pulling the blanket over his body and rolling over on the rug. The night before, Sabina had stormed off to the room that was made up for her and Roan. It seemed as if the family knew they were going to be united, but with the current fight going on between them, Sabina had not only locked the door, but had placed a chair from the kitchen under the doorknob to keep the rouge out. The family had even built a real bed for them to sleep in, courtesy of Katiya's handiwork with wood and Lumina's handiwork with metal. Sabina had been grateful, due to her talentless abilities with a hammock. Roan could have easily gotten into the room if he wanted, but he knew he should keep his distance and let her cool off.
"You know," he heard Akken begin in a lecturing tone, "I'm not one to take sides, but it seems you've started a fight with two very important people in your life." Roan gave a grunt of annoyance, but the warrior ignored him. "Whatever it is, I'm sure you're the only one keeping the wound open. I've seen you in action."
"It doesn't matter. You were right for me to keep my distance from the warlock."
"Maybe," the warrior brought the teakettle to the fire, and set it up, "but maybe you're just being a jerk." The warrior swiftly moved about the kitchen, and retrieved the teacups.
"I'm not going to bring heartache to that girl. All she's ever known is heartache," Roan sat up, and covered half of his face with his hand. "I'm not any different. How do I know I won't change my ways? How do I know we won't tear each other apart with our fighting?"
"That is very wise," Akken was surprised to hear such talk coming from the rogue. "You've never worried about this before with any other female, I presume." The rogue furrowed his brows and closed his eyes.
"This one's different. I don't want to hurt her."
"Then don't." The warrior shrugged.
"It's not that simple," the blood elf raised his onyx eyebrow at his comrade.
"Yes it is." Akken said, with strength in his voice. "If you honestly don't want to hurt her, then don't. The fighting part, you'll figure it out."
"How do you know? You can see into the future?" Roan stood up and folded the blanket over a new rocking chair that was by the fireplace.
"I can see two people in love," the warrior shrugged. "Have you even told her how you feel?" Roan's heart stopped, and froze like he was in his first battleground. "I see. You really should be having this conversation with her. I'm sure she's dying to have it with you."
"I don't want to hurt her," the rogue repeated.
"You won't."
"How do you know?"
"I just do."
"I can't take this right now!" Roan shouted, as he stormed into the garden.
"Where are you going?" Akken called.
"Who the hell cares?" The rogue shouted back at him.
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Sabina woke to the sound of many voices in the kitchen. It brought warmth to her heart to finally be home. To finally call something a home and really believe it. She forgot how much she missed the sound of warm voices and laughter waking her up. She also heard thunder in the distance. She yawned and stretched in the bed, and looked over at the side she left for Roan. It was still made up. The chair was also propped up against the door, just as she had left it the night before. He hadn't come to her in the night. Disappointment flooded into her heart as she clutched the sheets. She forced herself to get up and go see if he was up. She put her bare feet on the wooden planks beneath her, and then slipped a robe on over her nightgown. She moved the chair out from underneath the door, and carried it out with her into the living room. She was greeted by good afternoons, and hellos from her fellow family members.
"Looks like we're gonna get some rain," Akken surmised looking out of the window to the gray sky.
"It's getting cooler, it's about time for the rainy season." Amuuru agreed.
"Sabina!" Orlaith smiled at the warlock, "we were just talking about you!"
"Really?" She asked, yawning and fluffing her auburn hair. "What about me?"
"You've never done the blood pact!" Katiya grinned at her, showing her the deep purple scar across her palm.
"W-what?"
"It's true," Amuuru chimed in. "Since she was a captive here, we didn't think to do it. Now that she's a true member of the family, she should do it, it's only fair."
"Akken wasn't too happy about it," Katiya tapped on her beautiful, white teeth.
"I hate the thought of you in pain, my dear," Akken smiled at her from across the room as he organized scrolls into a new glass bookshelf. "Is that such a crime?"
"No," the draenei giggled.
"I've done it, too," Lumina wasn't wearing her plate today, instead she wore the lavender dress Orlaith made for her. The rest of the plate-wearers were in leather, Amuuru's orders due to the scratches that were accumulating on her furniture.
"Okay," the warlock sighed, "give me a dagger. Whose blood should I have in my veins?"
"Mine," Lumina said, almost instantly. There was a feel of awkwardness between them, and the warlock shivered as she looked over at the dark-haired beauty. The argument between her and her brother was still unknown ground, and Sabina was dying to know why Lumina carried such resentment for the bracelet that Roan had given her. Part of her wanted to give it to the female paladin, out of fear of what the bracelet meant, but the other part wanted to keep it forever, her first and only gift she ever received. Not to mention it had come from the most important person she had ever known.
"A-are you sure? You've been cut before," the warlock pointed out.
"Yes," she said, as Orlaith pushed the dagger to the female blood elf. Lumina, unwavering, held the dagger to her unscarred palm, and then sliced the skin. Without so much as a grimace, she coolly walked to the warlock and handed over the blade. Sabina stared into the eyes of the dark-haired paladin, searching for a sign of anger or even jealousy. She couldn't find a shred of either. She took the blade from Lumina, and held the sharp edge to her own palm. The family watched her as she quickly pressed the blade into her hand, and swiftly jerked it through her palm. She winced in pain, biting her lip as the pain shot up her arm, and the blood rushed out of the wound. Sabina quickly grabbed hands with the blood elf, as their blood intermingled with the handshake.
"There, you and I are sisters," Lumina said, causing the warlock to furrow her brows in confusion.
"Welcome to the neutral family," Amuuru smiled, "officially," she added. She dropped the blood elf's hand, and quickly bandaged the spurting wound up to stop the bleeding. Lumina stared at the torc bracelet, and Sabina finally couldn't take it anymore and snapped.
"Lumina, what do you know that I don't?"
"What do you mean?"
"About the bracelet," she held her wrist forward, "what is it about this bracelet that's got you and Roan in a fight?"
"He didn't say?" the female cocked her head at Sabina. When the human shook her head, the blood elf sighed, deeply. "I-I wish I could tell you, but it's too intimate for the explanation to come from me."
"Lumina," the warlock grabbed her arm, "you have to tell me! I can never get a strait answer out of him! He's just impossible! I hate this game he plays with me," she cursed, as she felt a lump growing in her throat, "I just want to be put out of my misery." She whispered. For the first time, Lumina saw how tortured the human was at her brother's hand. It brought great sadness into her heart, as she felt intense pity for the girl.
"What do you know about it so far?" The female blood elf asked.
"He said it was a symbol of your household. For aristocracy and such in case I was questioned by the Horde."
"Well, that part is true," she admitted, but her face clearly indicated there was more. The warlock was almost near dropping to her knees and begging, when she heard the paladin sigh and turn her eyes on Sabina. "That bracelet is a symbol of promise in our family."
"What does that mean?"
"Meaning, your bracelet has a mate. There is a golden torc necklace, which Roan is supposed to wear at all times as the male heir of the Fireblades. " She cocked her head, "That bracelet was made for his mate." Gasps of excitement from the women were heard around the room.
"B-but he didn't tell me!" Sabina flushed. Now that the truth was out, the female wound a lock of her onyx hair around a slim finger out of anxiety of her reaction to the rest of the story.
"Even more shocking, he hasn't worn his torc since he left Silvermoon. He told me that he pawned it off one night when he was drunk, and said he got rid of the bracelet along with it. I never thought I'd see it again."
"So," the human looked down at the golden dragons, "what does this mean?" The female blood elf looked overwhelmed with sadness.
"I don't know," she said, sheepishly. "I wish I did."
"Darn him!" Sabina snarled, "Where is he?" She whirled around to the front door. "I'll find him, and this time, I'm going to kill him."
"I haven't seen him since this morning," Akken spoke up.
The warlock wished she could turn all of her sadness into anger. She wished when she saw the rogue again, she could feel nothing. However, the feeling was now much too great, it threatened to consume her. She would just have to be patient and wait for the rogue's return. Suddenly, the sky opened up, and it began to rain.
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The darkness began to fall over Red Cloud Mesa, as the thick clouds kept it darker than usual. Katiya and Orlaith prepared dinner that night, with persuading Akken to take a night off. They impatiently waited the return of Roan, each one of them had their ears fixed on the door. When the sound of it opening finally came, Sabina felt as if her heart hit the ground. Would she have the courage to confront him? She looked up, and caught the nonchalant eyes of the rogue, as he removed a large, wet poncho and reached for a towel in the kitchen. Silence filled the room, as he dried off his dark hair. Roan, feeling the tension, tried to coolly shrug it off.
"Seems like everyone had a good day." He began.
"Can it, rogue," Sabina snapped, as hearing his voice was almost as infuriating as hearing the screaming of inconsolable children. Roan sought out her eyes and glared menacingly. She had a right to be angry with him, but the defiance in front of his friends was almost too much. If they were alone, he would have subdued her immediately. Lumina was the first to speak.
"Brother, where have you been?" She asked, but the rogue ignored her. His sister bit her lip as she debated whether or not the timing was good to speak to him alone.
"Your sister asked you a question," Sabina shot, but suddenly, all of her courage sank when she saw the anger behind his eyes. She crossed her arms and grumbled to herself, staring at her lap. The awkward silence filled the room again.
"I've just been hanging around," Roan said, as he shrugged his shoulders and leaned up against the counter.
"Hanging around? Like going into town?" Akken asked suspiciously, and Katiya viciously elbowed him in the ribs. When he snapped his attention to her, giving her a solid what-the-hell expression, when she nodded in Sabina's direction. The warlock snapped her head up, and glared daggers at the rogue, who was now cursing himself for not finding an inn to spend the night in.
"I have not entered any city, town, or civilized zone since I was at Ratchet yesterday. Are you all gonna check in with the guards?" Roan felt betrayed that they would believe what Akken was suggesting. Even if his history was sketchy, he didn't deserve this interrogation.
"Excuse me, but I feel a bit crowded in here," Sabina said icily, as she stood up from her chair. She avoided looking in the rogue's direction, as the rest of the family felt a chill in the air as she turned her back to them and marched out of the back door. The door slammed, and the house shook.
"By the Earth Mother, I can't believe this house is still standing with all the door-slamming," Amuuru mused.
"Perhaps we'd do better with Ironforge's steel doors," Katiya suggested, lightly.
"I got my finger caught in one of those doors, once," Orlaith shivered, "I almost didn't get it back."
"I'm glad that you did," Kay nipped at one of her long ears, and she giggled. The family easily recovered from the fights between Sabina and Roan, now. They expected them with their return. They all started up their happy chit-chat while Lumina carefully made her way to Roan. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered into her brother's ear,
"I told her everything," she backed down, fearing his reaction, but instead of rage, the rogue nodded and gave her hand a tight squeeze. He swiftly moved towards the door to the backyard, his mouth turning dry with anticipation of her reaction. Even if he didn't have the gumption to tell Sabina how he felt, he was glad that his sister addressed it. As he pushed the door open, he looked to the side of the house, where Sabina was slumped against the wall, head down, eyes focused on the grass, and one leg bent, as the bottom of her foot was pushing into the wall behind her. She looked like she was trying to console herself, alone in the rain, as her bangs fell over her eyes. He quickened his step, as he couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to gather her up into an intoxicating embrace. At first she was rigid, unsure whether to trust him, but once his smell grabbed hold of her, she lost all her senses. She leaned into him, her hands spread on his breast, and her head right over his heart, as the strong thumping brought a dizzy sensation that he always had on her. She felt as if she would faint from all the emotions swelling inside her over the past few hours, but she refused to waste one second of being in his presence.
"R-roan, I-" She began, but she was cut off.
"Before you start, Lumina told me of your conversation," he murmured, and she snapped her eyes to his, shocked that he was coming to her in such a way after learning the news. "I apologize, I shouldn't have deceived you the way I did." She felt her knees buckling, his words were like honey.
"N-no, Roan," she shook her head, "I was callous."
He gently get his fingers touch her chin, and smiled at her as he smoldered his gaze into her eyes. Suddenly, the answers hit him. They were both untamed and wild, constantly fighting for power over the other one. However, he began to see her pleasure when he overpowered her. She would probably fight him until the end of their days, but only someone brave enough to fight back would be man enough to have her. A rare beauty, a powerful ally, and quick wits; it was as if she was molded by a weaponsmith just for him. Now he knew why he gave her the torc. He was so overcome with joy, he captured her in a blazing kiss, and his free hand drifted down her lower back and grabbed a handful of her skirts as he pulled her to his sex. She gasped and whispered his name in surprise, but he kept his lips to hers, as his rod stiffened in response to her reaction. His hands fanned open over her bottom, as he kept her smoothness tight to his throbbing manhood. She opened her mouth to let out a moan of anguish, upset that this was not going on where they could act on it, but he gentle bit into her lower lip, sucking her in. Sabina felt the warmth between her legs return, as an erupting urge to take him intensely screamed at her. He was so intoxicating, she couldn't stop herself to beg him to take her to their room. She almost cried out in displeasure when he broke their kiss.
"Sabina," he said, his voice hoarse with desire, "I am the only man in Azeroth that was bold enough to challenge you, and take down that terrible wall you built over your gentle heart. Should you chose to continue wearing the torc, that means that you will belong to me. Forever." He traced her waves of fiery locks with the back of his finger, and let it smooth down to her breast, then to her midsection. She shivered in delight, and dug her fingers into his shoulders.
"I could never deny you," she admitted, her voice trembled with fear and anticipation. She swore those thoughts would never leave her lips, but the rogue's timing was impeccable, he knew just when to bring up the subject. He had snatched the words before she could truly think it through. "I will wear it with pride," she nuzzled her face into his neck, kissing his smooth skin, and boldly even let her tongue escape and gingerly licked him. With her confession, and her steamy kisses, it awoke the feral lust that he had hidden deep inside. A bellowing roar escaped him, as he pinned her against the wall by her shoulders, as he kissed her deeply and demanding of her. She moaned, as he moved down to her neck, and did to her as she had done to him. With a hand, he caressed one of her full breasts, and his fingers found a pert nipple that stuck out from her robes. He rolled his lightly calloused fingertip over the sensitive bud, and her body responded in flames. She felt her sex throb, as she ached to have him thrust into her, just as he had before. As if he knew exactly what her body wanted, he moved his hand down to her sex, and quickly found her nub of pleasure. She gasped and closed her eyes, but quickly swallowed it back, for fear of getting caught by the family that were just inside. She dug her fingers into the back of his neck and shoulder, and bit back her cries of passion.
"Don't do that," she heard a husky voice speak to her. She opened her eyes, and looked into the rogue's glowing emerald eyes, "don't hold it back. I love hearing you scream my name." A grin formed on her lips.
"I just don't want them to hear," she said, her breath heavy as she nodded behind her.
"I don't care," he said with intensity. "You're driving me wild right here, I must have you. Now." She grinned more with his lust for her, as she nodded.
"The door to the bedroom is closed, and we could jump in through the window without them seeing."
"What? Like it's some secret?" He narrowed his eyes, wanting the world to know of his brand on her.
"I'd be too embarrassed to face them like this," she admitted, as her cheeks turned pink. Roan couldn't help but smile at her bashfulness. It was too cute. He would satisfy what she wanted, even if he didn't necessarily believe it.
"Let's go then," he took a fistful of her hair and deeply inhaled the scent of gardenias. Somehow, she had found the time to wash her hair. He followed her around the house, as Sabina carefully checked each window to make sure no one was inside the rooms before they moved across it. She was careful with her footing to make sure that she was under the roof to shield herself from the rain. Roan grunted, as he shifted himself in his breeches.
"Hurry up," he said impatiently. The human looked back at him, as he almost looked in pain.
"Are you okay?" Her brows furrowed together, in concern.
"It's the smell. I can't take it much longer." He admitted as she opened their window to the room.
"What smell?" She asked, but as he stared back at her, she realized he meant her. "I don't smell!" She defended.
"Oh yes you do," he smirked, as he hoisted her up so she crawled through the window and crawled on the bed. "Just not in the way you're currently thinking."
"What do you mean?" She asked. He pulled himself up effortlessly, and tumbled to the bed beside her.
"Elves have a heightened sense of smell. So everything that your body is reacting to, it gives off a light feminine smell." He explained, as he removed his upper leather armor. The warlock looked at him quizzically, but then immediately understood what he meant and turned as red as her hair.
"O-oh," she crossed her legs, uncomfortably.
"It's not a bad smell, in fact it's really exhilarating. Your pheromones smell earthy, like Eversong in the fall." He moved to her on the bed, as he positioned his body over hers, "I swear to you that the elves outside can't smell us," he grinned, knowing where her concern would lie next. Sabina lightly felt the color coming to her cheeks, as she never took her eyes off of him as he hovered above her with that rippling torso. Elves were increasingly different, and apparently Roan was going to have to teach her where they were different. She blushed deeper, when she recalled all the things that this blood elf was teaching her. She bit her lip, and gripped his wrists as they pinned her shoulders down to the bed.
He looked down at her, the candlelight softening her features as her majestic hair was spread out on the pillow. He cursed himself, for there would never be a more celestial being that walked the earth as the woman underneath him was. And she was all his. She ran her fingers up his thick arms, and grabbed his biceps, trying to keep herself from falling and drowning in his essence. She watched as his desire quickly returned in his gaze, as he tugged at her robes to bring them down to her waist. Sabina got one of her arms free from the material, but she froze when his lips closed over her nipple. She gasped, and the room began to spin as he swirled his tongue around it. He grinned at her reaction, as the feral lust threatened to consume him if he didn't act soon. He took her in his teeth, as she arched her back to him, moaning his name. She started to sit up to remove more of her clothes, suddenly feeling boldness surging through her veins. Once she had rid herself of her clothes and tossed them aside, she began to claw at Roan's leather breeches.
The blood elf was surprised at her audacity, but his chest soared at the sudden change in her nature as well. If she was going to take it up a level, so was he. He heard the seams rip at his pants as he removed them too fast, but he didn't care. Once the rest of their clothes were removed, Sabina surprised him again by taking his rod up in her hands. He groaned deeply, as his eyes closed and his manhood surged in her palms. She was matching him at his game, quicker than he could respond, and now he was paralyzed in her hands. The human gently moved her hands up and down, enthralled at his reactions to her. A bead of liquid formed at the tip of his rod, as Roan roared and grabbed her shoulders and shoved her down to the bed. He ferociously kissed her, no longer holding anything back, as he used his teeth and tongue on her. As quickly as he had her down, he was pulling her up, and dragging her from the bed. He spun her around, so her back was to him, and they crashed into the wall. Sabina felt her heart race as she didn't fully understand what he was doing, but his hand reached around her middle, down to crimson curls as he parted them to expose her sex, and rubbed her sensitive bud. She cried out his name, and bucked in pleasure, as she turned her head slightly to look over her shoulder. In his face, there was the look of untamed and fierce satisfaction. He stared back at her, and then lifted her hips to him, and thrust himself inside of her. She moaned in approval at his unexpected action, and dug her nails into the wall, as she felt a star surge of pleasure bursting through her. He moaned her name, as her wet heat surrounded his rod. The room spun around him, and everything in the world began to dissolve, except for Sabina.
She arced her back to him, to allow him deeper access to her, and he responded by thrusting right into her sensitive area as she cried out. He started wildly driving into her with her responses, as he was the only male who had ever been there before. She was all his, and she agreed to be his forever. He grunted wildly, as he saw her close her eyes and cry out his name, as her wave of ecstasy came crashing down on her, and she convulsed and squeezed him inside of her. The wild ferocity suddenly overwhelmed him, as he bent to her, and sunk his teeth into her shoulder, branding her with another one of his marks. He felt the pleasure roar through his chest, as he exploded in his own star bursting waves. He released her, as the taste of her blood filled his mouth, but picked her up and carried her to the bed. He gently laid her down into the soft mattress, as her eyes widened.
"You bit me," the warlock said, almost not believing it herself.
"I did," he grinned, as he captured her lips. There was a hint of blood in his kiss, as she lightly felt a sense of fear breeze through her. Once it was gone, the feeling of belonging to him took over, and brought her intense happiness. She curled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder as he licked a tiny trail of her blood from the corner of his lips. His strong arm came to hold her closer to him, and it brought her great warmth. She sighed in content, closing her eyes and allowing herself to soak in all of his sweetness. He was everything she could have ever wanted in a man, and now she would allow herself to love him, unrestrained. They were forever united, and she swore she would follow him until the end. She felt herself dozing off, but she remembered the kiss that Roan planted on her head just as sleep truly took her.
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"Good morning, my manta ray," teased the deep male voice of the rogue. The warlock felt herself jolt awake, but her body still didn't believe in rising. She was on her stomach, sprawled out over the bed, her face had apparently been smushed into the cream pillow in front of her. A large wet spot indicated she drooled in the night. Lovely, she rolled over and sat up, keeping the sheets under her arms to hide her naked breasts from him. Sabina tried to wipe the dampness from her cheek and fluff out her hair as she blinked to let her eyes adjust in the daylight. Roan was standing at the edge of the bed, with a loaf of bread and some morning glory dew.
"Oh thank the Light, I'm starving," she said, as she snatched the grain from his hands and started devouring it. Roan's eyes lit up with amusement, and she braced herself for another jibe.
"I think I've seen trolls eat nicer than you sometimes." The human growled in response, but took the drink from him. "Are you feeling up for a tour of Lumina's blacksmithing shop?"
"What? She opened a store?" The warlock furrowed her brows in confusion.
"She sure did, it's right around back, next to the garden. Akken helped her build it when he returned from Altrec Valley."
"Wow," the warlock felt her morning mood lifting as she thought of Lumina crafting metalwork. "I'd love to see it."
"I'm going to have to borrow that bracelet of yours for a while," the rogue said, but there was a slight grin forming on the edges of his mouth.
"Ha, nice try," the human licked the crumbs from her lips and turned her head to her clothes, which were still in a pile on the wooden floor from last night.
"Seriously," Roan said, "you'll get it back. Don't worry."
"But," her expression turned pained, "I-"
"You'll get it back sweetheart. I promise," another one of his beautiful smiles formed on his face. "Now, for an impending matter I need to discuss," he smiled, and he bent down and quickly jerked the sheets out of her hands. She gasped in surprise, as she snatched up the sheets to cover herself again and glared at him. He chuckled and put a knee on the bed, as he leaned forward, crawling to her with a seductive gaze. She was paralyzed, unable to move or breathe, as he lightly kissed her lips. She was breathless, as she felt the world going fuzzy again at the warmth of his breath on her cheek. Their union was interrupted, as the rogue jumped from the bed, leaving the warlock in a daze, staring quizzically back at him.
"Metal, as do women, all eventually bend at my hand," Roan called, not even turning around to her, as he held his fist up in the air. Clutched tightly in his fingers, gold glistened in the light, as she gasped and checked her wrist. He opened the door and closed it behind him, as she cried out in anguish. She ripped the sheets from the bed and wrapped them around herself, leaving one arm free and the other hand tightly clutching the sheets around her body. She jolted to the door, and flung it open to spew fire at the rogue.
"You son of a mongrel!" She bellowed, but before she marched after him, she took a look at the glances from the table. There, the women of the family, as well as Akken were sitting around, passing parchment to one another, as Sabina stood in just a sheet in front of them. Her face turned as red as the Horde banner, as she ducked back in and slammed the door closed. She rushed to her clothes, picking them up and shaking the wrinkles out as she pulled her skirts on, and yanked her robes over her body. She slipped on her sandals, and quickly snatched a pair of clean panties from her bags and jerked them on over her shoes, and under her skirts. Then she dashed after him to the back of the house. There, she watched in horror as two dark-haired blood elves were melting down the bracelet in the forge in front of her. She let out a terrible scream, as she raced up to them and stared into the flaming mouth of the forge. She debated reaching into the fire to get it back, but Lumina came in between them.
"By the Light, Sabina," her emerald eyes wide, "stand back!" The human's misty eyes turned to the small paladin, wearing giant oven mitts and a hot poker in one hand and a frying pan in the other.
"T-the torc," she stammered, as she looked into the iron pan that was deep in the flames, and the beautiful gold dragon's heads beginning to melt in front of her.
"You jerk," Lumina punched her brother in the arm. "Tell her what we're doing before she jumps in there herself."
"Tell me what?" Sabina spun around, eyes wide with hurt, as she curled her hands into fists.
"I wanted it to be a surprise." Roan sighed, "but I couldn't grab the bracelet from her in her sleep. She was literally sleeping on her hands."
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here!" The dark forest emerald eyes sparked with anger. "What are you two doing?"
"Look," the rogue picked up two heavy iron moldings from the workbench behind him. "I picked them up today in Rachet."
"What are they?"
"Torc moldings. Lumina melted my torc down this morning, and we're combining the gold to make two smaller torc necklaces. I hated the idea of us wearing the brand of my father's house." He gave her a mischievous half-smile, "They're going to be of wolves. Since you and I fight like them."
"Oh," the warlock cooed. They would both have matching sets, equal parts. Like they were two against Azeroth. A corner of her mouth shot up at the idea of them taking on the Horde and Alliance army.
"I told you that you would get it back," the rogue smiled at her.
"Hey, Sabina," the female paladin chimed up, "What's that on your neck?"
"My what?" She asked, then she remembered last night, and blushed. "It's nothing," she shrugged, pulling her neckline of her robes up higher.
"It looks like a bruise, or a welt," Lumina kept going.
"Please, it's nothing," the human waved her hand, but desperately wished she could get in front of a mirror, so she could figure out how to cover it up. "I'll be back in a minute," she nodded to them, and scrambled to the bedroom so she could investigate. She leaned into the mirror in her bedroom, craning her neck and tugging her robes down to expose the mark. There, Roan's mark left on her from the night before was already healing. He had only drawn blood in a few places, and the area had colored into a light pink. She trailed her finger over the perfect semi-circle, and shivered as she remembered how savage he had been. It was intoxicating, his attraction for her, and how he expressed it. She removed a frostweave bandage and gently covered up the area, so no further questions remained. She stepped back from the mirror and smoothed her wavy, fiery hair into submission. Once she concluded she was presentable, she started back to the garden.
Once the warlock had left, Lumina's demenor had changed. She suddenly seemed a little depressed, sighing as she poked the fire in the forge. It spewed out sparks and heat at her in defense, and her brother put a hand on her shoulder.
"You've been pretty quiet and distant all morning," Roan looked down at his sister. "Is there something troubling you?" The female blood elf bit her lip and continued to stare into the fire.
"Well," she shifted her weight, nervously. Her brother watched as she clearly seemed like she was struggling with something.
"Lumina?" The rogue narrowed his eyes at her, worried about what she wasn't saying. "If it's something important, something I should know, then just spit it out." She put down the hot poker on the wooden workbench, and she turned to face him with her hands on her hips. She opened her lips to speak, but nothing came out.
"I'm back!" The warlock declared, as she walked with cheer in her step. "Sorry, I just wanted to check out what it was on my neck. I don't remember getting hit there, but I guess I must have at some point," Sabina lied, as she looked to the rogue. His lips were pursed, as he stared at his sister. Lumina seemed just as nervous, as she wrung her hands.
"Is this a bad time?" The warlock asked, suddenly feeling out of place.
"No, you're fine." Lumina shrugged, "here, take some mitts. I could use another hand here," the female blood elf gave the warlock a weak smile. Sabina's eyes shifted to the rogue to judge his emotions in all of this, but when she found that he was hiding whatever discontent he carried, she shrugged it off and joined his sister at the forge. Roan linked eyes with his sister for a split second, but there was obvious reasons why they couldn't continue their conversation. He left the girls alone at the forge.
"Lumina?" The warlock spoke up, as she helped the paladin lift the iron pan from the hearth.
"Yes?"
"What was that? Just now, between you and Roan?"
"Oh," the woman rubbed her small nose with the giant mitt over her hands, "please don't worry about it. It's just brother and sister troubles." She lied, and anxiously felt the blood rushing to her face.
"Uh," the warlock knew immediately of the girl's bluff, but she wasn't going to embarrass her further by calling her out on it. "Okay." They worked together in an awkward tension, neither of them speaking until the other until Sabina couldn't stand it any further and sparked up talk of first raiding experiences. They laughed together about their stupid mistakes, and compared stories of terrible partners in a raid. The human felt a bubble of happiness growing in her heart, as she made a sister in the Horde.