Author's Note:
Well. If any of you have been playing the current content leading up to the Battle For Azeroth, you'll understand why I have a very heavy heart right now. I'm seriously considering unsubbing from the game. I love the Horde, and, in case 133 chapters of the Evermore trilogy hasn't convinced you, I absolutely love Sylvanas. But the way the game is going? No. I don't love that.
So, Evermore will span until Legion, and just a little bit beyond. There is a strong possibility that I won't even touch Battle For Azeroth, because honestly, I can't salvage Sylvanas from the wreckage the devs have left her in.
With that said, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Love,
Lunarelle
Peace had come again. It had been such a hard thing to obtain that nobody wanted to do anything to disturb it. For years, they had been under attack by various forces, or had been at war with each other, and people had finally had enough.
"We're finally at peace," said Faith to Sylvanas one morning as she stretched luxuriously before draping herself over her lover's body. "Sylvanas, we haven't truly been at peace since before Deathwing came out of Deepholm."
Sylvanas looked at her, "You do realize that there's nothing for us to do during peacetime."
Faith grinned, moving a leg to rest between Sylvanas' thighs, "There is plenty to do."
"We've already done that once today."
"Doesn't mean we can't do it again," whispered Faith, kissing her. "And again. And again. It's not like either of us have anything else to do right now." Her kiss deepened, and she moved her hand until her fingers were inside Sylvanas' body.
"Oh!" Sylvanas spread her legs, arching her back to meet Faith's hand. Oh, she knew just how to get her going. "Oh, my Faith…" She cursed brokenly, unable to take it when Faith did this to her. Biting down on a scream, she climaxed, shaking and pulling Faith down on top of her as her pleasure began to ebb slowly.
"Are you okay?" Faith asked her, kissing the hollow of her throat.
A nod. "I didn't expect to come so quickly."
"I love it when you do."
"Mmm, yes, I gathered that." She sat up, "All right, let's go."
"Go? We don't have anywhere to go."
"We might be 'at peace', whatever that means, but I still have a city to run."
Faith rolled her eyes, but only a little, smiling, "Fine. Go be responsible and leave me here alone. Naked." She sprawled down onto the bed, stretching again and cupping her own breast.
"Stop it, you fiend," Sylvanas told her, unable to stop herself from staring.
"I'm lonely, and I need more sex. What else would you like me to do?"
Sylvanas began to laugh, "Get over it like you always do. If you're good, I'll make sure you and I are alone in the throne room later."
"Alone in the…" Faith sat up suddenly, "Really?"
"That got your attention quickly. Get dressed."
"You're serious, though? The throne room?"
Arching an eyebrow, Sylvanas tossed Faith's robes back to her, "If you're good."
"I'm always good!"
Conceding that point, Sylvanas smiled, "I do need you to take over court for a while today. There are a couple of things I need to take care of."
"Like what?"
"You'll find out."
"Sylvanas, I hate surprises, you know this."
"I know. That's why they're fun." She watched for a second as Faith pulled the robes over her head, "I'll see you later."
"Don't think I won't collect on that throne room promise, love."
"Oh, I'm counting on it."
Sylvanas walked through the shadows of her city, making sure she wasn't followed. Nobody would have been able to see her anyway, she was too good at hiding when she wanted to.
But even if someone had followed her, it would have been disappointing. She wasn't on any nefarious errands that day. Her skin tingled, though. She was excited.
The troll woman had told her that it wouldn't be a problem, that some of her dark rangers had had the same thing done, and that it had turned out beautifully. Vorel had been the first one, and even now, four years later, it looked as fresh as the first day, thanks to a fine bit of magic Faith had come up with along with some dragon mages.
She pushed the door of the small shop open, immediately smelling the rich aroma of ink.
She had never fully understood what had possessed Faith to get a tattoo of her initials on her back. Not until Faith herself had branded her with her own initial.
The scar had begun to fade, and Sylvanas found that she didn't want it to. She liked it exactly where it was.
"Be you ready for a little pain?"
Sylvanas smirked and pulled down her leggings, exposing her thigh, "A little pain has never bothered me."
"You might feel different once I start. Your rangers all screamed, because I have to use a special ink to pigment your undead skin. You still want one on both legs?"
She nodded, "I do."
"Let's begin."
Nobody had seen Sylvanas for hours. Faith would have been mildly worried about it had she not known in her heart that everything was all right.
She went over various matters with the members of Undercity, looking at the possibility of flying skeletal horses and speaking to Rotvine and other breeders about replenishing the bat roosts that had been decimated by the Plague during Garrosh's trial.
The last person had just left the Royal Quarter when Sylvanas walked in, wearing long corset robes instead of her customary leggings and tunic. Faith gracefully rose from the chair of bones and went to meet her, shamelessly running her eyes over her lover's figure.
"You bought a new dress," she whispered, running her hand over the black material that slipped like water beneath her fingers. "Is that what you were doing all day?"
Sylvanas shook her head. She moved the material of the robes a little, revealing a slit in the side and briefly exposing her thigh.
Faith froze.
"Sylvanas."
She knelt, touching Sylvanas' leg to reveal the tattoo around her thigh.
It was exquisite work, something Faith had never seen on anybody before. A piece of art so sexy that her mouth actually watered at the sight.
A lace garter, rendered in intricate detail, had been etched into her skin. Made of black lace, with little shadows making it almost appear real, it had a slim red bow seemingly woven through it, tied in the shape of a fine F on the outside of her leg.
"Sylvanas Windrunner."
Sylvanas cleared her throat, "I got a second one too."
"You got two?"
"I got two."
Faith wanted to kiss them, to run her tongue over them, knowing how sensitive the skin was there. "Are they… are they healed?"
She nodded, "I made sure they were before coming back to you. You can touch them if you'd like."
Touch them.
"You want me to touch you?"
"I always want your touch on my skin. I want your lips on mine, and right now, I want your tongue on my new ink."
Heat rose between them so fast it was as though they had both been dipped in lava. Sylvanas closed her eyes as Faith murmured a spell so that her robes fell from her body, leaving her exposed. She kissed softly when she felt Faith's fingers over her thighs, the touch feather-light, turning her on more than she would have ever cared to admit.
Faith kissed the tattoo right on the bow in the shape of her initial, feeling the magic that imbued the ink on her lips. Tingling.
"They're beautiful," she whispered, looking up at her and feeling oddly emotional.
Sylvanas put a hand on her face, stroking her cheek gently with her thumb, "We're in each other's hearts. You tattooed my initial on your body, and I wanted yours on mine too."
"I… I don't know what to say."
A smile softened Sylvanas' features, "A declaration of love is standard at this point," she said gently, helping Faith rise.
"Well… you already know that I'm in love with you." Faith looked at her, "I love you." She touched her forehead to Sylvanas', "I love you."
"I love you."
They made love right where they were, sinking to the throne room floor. It was slow, sensual, the melding of two broken souls made whole by their love. Neither of them could stop. Neither of them wanted to stop.
They cried.
It seemed as though life had completely gone back to normal. The Intercity Market between Silvermoon and Undercity opened again, having been put on hiatus while most people worried about other matters. Traders from Quel'Thalas came to Lordaeron to sell their goods, from fine silks to hawkstrider feather quills, and getting the latest poisons and alchemy recipes in return.
Sylvanas, for her part, was busy packing a bag for both herself and Faith. Things were so quiet that she felt that the city could take care of itself for a few days, with Rotvine in charge.
"Why don't you want to tell me where you're taking me?" Faith asked her.
"Because it's a surprise."
"You're taking me on holiday just like that?"
"I think that the both of us deserve some time off, don't you?"
"You certainly do," said Faith.
A smile, "And so do you. You're the one who's done the most work out of the two of us over the past few years."
"I wouldn't say that. I mean, you've been busy running so many battles. If you were alive, you would have collapsed half a dozen times from exhaustion."
"Yeah, that's why I need a break, and I want to take that break with you." Sylvanas kissed her, "Now, stop complaining and help me pack, will you?"
Faith rolled her eyes, "You know, it might be easier if you told me where you were taking me, so that I'd know what to bring."
Sylvanas looked at her, "Well, you won't be needing clothes, I can promise you that."
"You just packed three of my favorite outfits."
"That's because I want to be able to peel the clothes off you." Her eyes locked with Faith's, "Do you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you."
"Then trust me to keep you happy." She closed the bag and got to her feet, her knees creaking like rusty door joints as she did so.
"You know, I have something that can help with your knees," Faith told her.
"You can't change the fact that I'm dead, love."
"No, but I do have a salve that I use." She went to one of the bookshelves and took down a pot, her hand casually brushing over an old picture of Sylvanas. It was the same picture Faith had had with her when the Scourge had attacked Everstone Village, and, looking at it, she smiled slightly. "Take a seat, and pull down your leggings."
"Goodness, Faith, you don't ask much, do you?" Sylvanas sounded amused, but nevertheless complied with her lover's request, pulling her leggings down and exposing her legs. "What is that?"
"You're not the only one who's been doing experiments. Only I haven't been using necromancy with this, just natural remedies and a bit of magic." She took the lid off the pot, revealing a fragrant cream that was pale brown in color.
Sylvanas recognized the smell of freshly cut goldthorn, an herb she had very little use for. She said nothing as Faith kneeled, dipping her fingers in the cream and beginning to rub it into Sylvanas' right knee. She murmured a small spell as she did so in order for her skin to absorb it, and the area glowed momentarily white with magic.
"It takes some time to work on the undead, but the magic within the salve will activate in a few minutes. Your knees won't crack as much, and unless I'm very much mistaken, the pain will practically disappear."
It always amazed Sylvanas how much Faith had contributed to the Forsaken's well-being. "What would we do without you?" she asked softly.
"Oh, suffer endlessly, I'm sure."
"Yeah, I think we would. We wouldn't be here without you, honey."
"Are you kidding me? You brought the Forsaken together once you freed yourselves from the Scourge."
"But you held us together. In many ways, you made our lives worth living. I…" Sylvanas was suddenly shy, conscious of the fact that the words she was about to speak held more meaning than they ever had before, "I love you, Faith."
Faith didn't say anything for a moment, busy anointing Sylvanas' other knee with salve. Her body felt numb, and not in a bad way. Finally, she put the salve down, and looked up, "I love you, Sylvanas. You know I did everything here for you. I mean, I did it because I love the Forsaken, but mostly because I love you, more than I could ever express." She leaned forward at the same time Sylvanas did, and their lips caught in a sensual kiss.
"Mmm, that's always good," said Sylvanas in a low voice.
"It is," agreed Faith. "So, are we ready to go?"
A nod, "We are, yes."
Sylvanas smiled at her, and a few minutes later, the two of them were in the portal room, stepping through a swirling vortex of magical energy.
They landed on soft green grass, the salty smell of the sea washing over them the second they arrived. It was the kind of smell Faith would have breathed in, as it reminded her so strongly of the times she had spent at Windrunner Spire. Around them were trees she knew, the red-flamed boughs of Eversong Woods.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Sunfall Shore," answered Sylvanas. "It's a stretch of land a few miles outside of Silvermoon Port."
"It's beautiful," said Faith, looking around. Flowers were everywhere, dotting the grass with white, yellow, and violet blossoms, and white lop-eared rabbits hopped around, well away from them. She smiled, nodding to them, "Remember how you snuggled a gray bunny on the beach one day?"
"I did no such thing," Sylvanas told her, trying to sound affronted but merely managing to sound amused. She shrugged, "It was cute."
"They used to eat out of your hand." She burst into laughter, remembering suddenly how she'd been startled when eating bits of raw carrot on a picnic and no less than four rabbits had hopped over to her, wanting a bite.
"I was more of a friend to nature back then. Creatures still eat out of my hand now, though."
"Yeah, rabid bats, maybe."
Sylvanas chuckled, putting an arm around her and kissing her temple, "Come on, the house is right behind us."
The house, built in the traditional rounded elven style, was two stories high and made of red and white marble which had been smoothed by the sea winds.
"Alone at last," said the queen as she closed the door behind them.
"Nobody to bother us," said Faith, dropping her bag where she stood and taking a few steps closer to her lover until their bodies touch.
"Just you and me, here for a week. Oh, I'm going to ravage you, my sweet. It's going to be delicious, and you're going to cry out my name so loudly the birds outside will take wing. Where would you like us to start?"
"More kissing, less talking."
"Your wish is my…" Sylvanas' voice trailed off as Faith kissed her deeply, immediately parting her lips with her tongue as their hands found each other, fingers lacing together tightly. Faith pushed her against the door, beginning to pull her leggings down.
They had all the time in the world, but Faith knew what she wanted. The taste of Sylvanas' release on her tongue. The taste of her flesh, the sound of her cries, and the feel of her fingers in her hair.
Sylvanas climaxed once, twice, nearly collapsing the second time, a scream wrenched from her throat when Faith surprised her with her fingers.
"Oh! Oh, Faith…"
Faith smiled, "You liked that, I think," she said, her voice sultry.
"Every god in the world knows I loved that." Her knees shook, and she suddenly sagged against the door, sinking to the ground. Faith took the opportunity to curl up in her lap, and for a moment, neither of them moved much, simply enjoying the feel of being together.
Their week alone went by much faster than either of them had anticipated. They spent hours making love on the sand, with the warm waters of the sea washing over them during their last night in Quel'Thalas. Wrapped around each other and murmuring sensual words of love, they kept going until the sun began to rise on the horizon.
"Why is it that our time together goes by so fast, but everything slows down when we're apart?" wondered Faith as they lay there, watching the sky turn from a dark blue to a pale gold.
"Because it's always been that way." Sylvanas kissed her, knowing she had to get up and get ready to go back to Undercity, but completely disinclined to release her lover. She stretched, "I can still feel you inside me," she whispered.
"Oh… Sylvanas don't get me started again, my love. I've lost track of how many times you made me orgasm over the past week."
A chuckle, "Well, there was no reason for us to stop."
Faith smiled, brushing damp hair off Sylvanas' face, "Every day I lose myself in your love, Sylvanas."
"And every day, I love you more." She kissed her, "You are my everything, Faith. My everything."
Feeling her eyes becoming itchy with unshed tears, Faith tried to avert her gaze, but Sylvanas put a hand on her face.
"Look at me."
"I can't…"
"Faith, your emotions have been flayed open in front of me more times than I can count. There is nothing you and I don't know about each other. Look at me."
Their eyes locked.
"I love you."
A dusty tear fell from Faith's right eye, "I love you."
Sylvanas leaned close and caught the tear with her lips, "Do you want to take another moment before we go home?"
Faith gave a nod, buying her face in Sylvanas' neck. "I don't want to leave you. Ever."
"I know, love. I never want to leave you either. The good news is that we're not at war with anybody right now, so we can stay together for quite some time."
"But how long before something separates us again?"
"Hey. Nothing's going to separate us. Death couldn't." She held Faith tighter, closing her eyes against her own emotions, which threatened to rise to the surface. "Nothing's going to separate us," she said again.
They left Sunfall Shore an hour later, when the sun had fully risen. Landing back in Undercity, they stayed close together, holding hands and refusing to be separated.
Rotvine found them in their chambers, dressing each other in such a way that would have made him blush had he been alive.
"My ladies," he said. "I'm so sorry to disturb you while you're busy adjusting each other's clothing…"
Sylvanas gently released Faith's breast, taking her hand again, "What is it, Carrick?"
"The warchief would like to see you. Apparently it is a matter of some urgency. There's a portal to Orgrimmar waiting for you both."
A sense of dread came over Faith, whose eyes widened suddenly with fear. "What happened?"
He shook his head, "I don't know. I was just told that the warchief wanted to talk to you."
Sylvanas adjusted her tunic before putting on her shoulder pads. Next to her, Faith did the same, and a few minutes later, the two of them found themselves in Grommash Hold in Orgrimmar, along with the other leaders of the Horde.
Vol'jin sat on the throne, looking grave. "A few minutes ago, Master Khadgar came to see me." He paused, his eyes touching each of theirs in turn. "The Burning Legion be invading Azeroth again."