Chapter 20: Dalah'surfal
Notes: If anyone knows a good Thalassian translator or website with a tone of translations on it...let me know. Help a girl out T_T I tried...lol
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter TextJaina winced, the human priest healer not exactly being the gentlest of all healers. Jaina bit down on her lip and squeezed Sylvanas's hand tightly. Sylvanas remarked it was a good thing she was dead and couldn't feel Jaina's nails drawing ichor from her hand. Sylvanas was glad her ovaries didn't work at this rate.
Sylvanas scoffed, "Can't you make this quick?" Sylvanas snapped openly. Jaina threw her a look of irritation. The healer from between Jaina's leg raised an eyebrow but refused to be irked by Sylvanas's snide comments. Sylvanas brushed strands of hair from Jaina's face from the beads of sweat breaking out. Sylvanas grimaced as the healer withdrew, throwing the swabs of cotton into vials. Shaking the vials vigorously, Sylvanas helped Jaina sort her robes out and sit up on their bed. Jaina swayed and murmured something about laying back down before she fell down. Sylvanas lowered her head gently back onto the pillow. Watching her wife turn whiter than her robes.
"Well!?" Sylvanas snarled, standing and folding her arms while leaning her hip against the headboard of the bed. Tapping her foot impatiently.
The healer peered over her shoulder at Sylvanas for a short moment and dryly hummed while waiting for the clear liquid to turn.
"Sylvanas, stop…." Jaina whispered trying to push herself up on to one elbow, swaying again. She caught Sylvanas's warning glare and shrank back down into the pillows in defeat.
The healer held the vial up to the light, watching the clear liquid swirl and a cloud of a strong royal, mage blue, bubble, "A very strong positive. Congratulations." The healer sighed, setting the vial down and crossing over to Jaina and Sylvanas, watching Jaina turn pale. More so than what she already was, "I would say you're at least 10 weeks maybe 12 at a push…." She pressed her hand gently onto Jaina's throbbing tummy. "Jaina you need more nutrients; it will help with the morning sickness. I can prescribe them and anti-sickness potions for the morning sickness you're suffering with, clearly. It should also help with the fainting." Jaina ignored Sylvanas's satisfied smirk of her never eating enough to keep herself going.
"That is just the half of it…" Sylvanas grumbled, "Anything for the strange cravings as well? I don't think my champions can keep up with the amount of snowplums you have consumed during the last month, Dalah'surfal!" She side glanced at a groaning and whimpering Jaina, amusement glowing in her crimson eyes.
"Snow plums and Dalaran sharp together with gherkins I presume? It is quite common for a pregnant mage…." the healer asked, sensing the amusement.
Jaina's face instantly lit up, "There's gherkins and snow plums!? Oh Sylvanas! I could really go for some right now!", she wiggled her feet like an impatient child.
Sylvanas sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, Jaina pouted and looked up at Sylvanas, "I don't know why you're looking so stressed Sylvanas! You put me in this position!" she crossed her arms and scowled like an irreverent child.
"Actually, Proudmoore. Might I point out, that it was you that came up with this idea. To your dismay I don't have a magical dick that I can shove into your vagina." Sylvanas sneered.
"Sylvanas! " Jaina gasped and gaped at her.
Sylvanas splayed her hands innocently out Infront of her, "In my defence-"
Jaina threw a flurry of ice at Sylvanas, Sylvanas dodged and shot a look of challenge, longing and amusement at Jaina, "Don't look at me like that Sylvanas! That look is what got me into this predicament in the first place!" She huffed, blowing the tendrils of damned hair from her face." Remind me to reprimand Thalyssra for putting those ideas into your head in the first place!"
Sylvanas held her hands up in defeat and grinned smugly down at her handy work, "You weren't complaining when I was fuck-".
The healer laughed and interrupted, "By the sounds of Jaina's temperament it seems like you're more than likely having a girl."
Jaina stared blankly, blinking at the healer, Sylvanas paled to a lilac shade, "Fuck." Jaina groaned and buried her face into the pillow, screaming into it.
Sylvanas rolled her eyes, "That's all I need, another mini Proudmoore!"
Jaina looked up from her pillow, her face the perfect picture of absolute horror, "Another mini Sylvanas!"
"Well shit a brick!" Sylvanas breathed, looking as if she was going to join a running Jaina into the bathroom to hurl herself. She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms in amusement. Looking at the healer expectantly. A satisfied smugness twitching in the corner of her lips. Sylvanas crossed their chambers, "Excuse me, I've a wife's hair to hold back." She sighed. Wasn't pregnancy supposed to be slightly enjoyable?
"I'll have the medicine sent over. Warchief, Jaina, in the meantime needs to cut out the coffee entirely unless she has decaff. It isn't healthy for the baby. Make sure she eats regularly. Every 2 to 3 hours, and don't let her pick at food and she gets plenty of rest. I have a feeling she's going to have a difficult pregnancy because of her first miscarriage scar tissue inside of her." The healer said, a concerned edge to her voice.
Sylvanas nodded, and already started pulling off her gauntlets and disappeared into the bathroom, her heels clicking on the floor.
Suddenly a scream, piercing and wild broke through the dream, cries of pain and anger swelled in Tyrande's ears as she felt like she was falling deeper and deeper into a black abys, the endless void wrapping its arms around her and pulling her under mercilessly. It was Jaina's scream and cries. Tyrande jolted awake, the familiar and haunting clicking of heels echoing in her ears. She fumbled to sit up as she felt Thalyrssas's soft arms around her, trying to sooth her with hushed whispers and croons, brushing against her ears. She stared, not blinking and feeling the damp sweat break out on her brow, drenching her emerald hair. She closed her eyes and tried to steady her already shaky breathing. She leaned into Thalyrssas's protective arms.
"Tyrande, you were screaming in your sleep and thrashing around. Are you okay?" Thalyssra soothed with a small murmur to her ear.
Tyrande swallowed and nodded. After a long moment in Thalyrssas's arms she pulled away, standing awkwardly for being heavily pregnant with twins, she crossed the room to the open balcony, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and incestuously hot. She poured herself some water from a jug on the balcony and drank like she had been thirsty for days. She loosened the belt on her robe, letting the night air kiss her dark purple skin. She looked out over Darnassus with a twisted expression.
"You had a vision again didn't you." Thalyssra yawned, standing in the doorway of the balcony. Her robe loosely tied. Her eyes intently watching Tyrande, protectively.
"I don't know if it was a vision or just a dream." Tyrande sighed heavily, feeling suddenly overcome with an extreme tiredness. So much so she had to sit down on the small bench that sat on the balcony as she swayed.
"Tyrande that was a vision! You never sway and get so tired unless you have had one." Thalyssra reasoned, concerned, coming to sit down beside her on the bench. "What did you see?"
Tyrande dismissed her with a wave of the hand, "I saw Jaina and Sylvanas…."
Thalyssra raised an eyebrow, "Well that isn't unusual in this particular period…. We did see them get married after all. "
"Jaina was pregnant." Tyrande whispered, resting her chin on her fist while leaning forward surveying the treetops of Darnassus.
"Again? Or did you see her pregnant with Arthas's baby?" Thalyssra asked, trying to search Tyrande's deadpanned expression for an answer. She hated it when the Kaldorei priestess shut herself off from those she loved most when she had had a vision. She watched Tyrande poised in all her elegance, ponder. She waited. Tyrande would tell her when she was ready to. She commanded such enthral authority it was intimidating to be in the presence of her. And being pregnant only intensified that.
"They used magic like we did." Tyrande admitted, her hand resting on her heavy bump. "It's still a little foggy, but….one of them mentioned you."
"Me?" Thalyssra asked, pointing to herself, "But Sylvanas hasn't spoken to me since I announced Surramar would be leaving the horde and being neutral if needs be." She shrugged simply.
"I know. But the thing that gets me, is that Jaina and Sylvanas seemed…. happy to be pregnant. " Tyrande mused, "Like they were a perfect match for each other. Like they enjoyed each other's company" She raised a curious eyebrow in Thalyrssas's direction. Thalyssra noticed how Tyrande's expression changed at the mention of Sylvanas. She still wanted the dead elves' head impaled on a spike. Her lips twisted into a grimace and Tyrande's beautiful eyebrows turned into a dark frown. "That child ….I saw power. A lot of power. That child will be the end of them."
"Even if your vision does turn out to be eventually true, they have to seal their own fates." Thalyssra gently reminded Tyrande, Sylvanas was always a sensitive subject. "Don't get involved Tyrande." Now the off spring of Sylvanas Windrunner and Jaina Proudmoore unnerved Tyrande. In the way she shifted on the bench, in the way shadows lurked behind her bright moon like eyes, shadows of fear. Thalyssra stroked at Tyrande's wild emerald hair, untangling the long strands with her fingers delicately.
"Deal with It when the time comes, or you'll worry yourself into an early grave." Thalyssra murmured, nuzzling her face into Tyrande's hair, running dancing fingertips along the priestess's exposed collarbone.
"Where's Mal?" Tyrande asked suddenly, looking over her shoulder into the darkness of the empty bedroom.
"Anduin requested Mal's presence immediately. Something about people disappearing? He didn't want to worry you and with you so close to giving birth, he thought it best if you stay here with me." Thalyssra reassured her.
"People disappearing?" Tyrande looked to her, her face a mask.
Thalyssra nodded and then shrugged effortlessly, tracing the stretch marks, through the transparent material of her dress, on Tyrande's swollen belly. Even in pregnancy Tyrande liked to be exposed, physically. She was proud of her figure and used it as a weapon. Tyrande was a woman who knew how to use what she had been dealt.
Tyrande grimaced, her hand instantly flying to her bump. She shifted and felt a 'pop!'.
"Tyrande?" Thalyssra asked cautiously, she watched Tyrande double over somewhat in pain clearly. Tyrande started to pant, trying to steady her feverous breaths into slow and deep.
Suddenly Tyrande felt a hot liquid gush between her legs, "Thal!" she cried out, more so in shock and surprise than in pain.
"SHIT!"
Anduin had just started to settle in for the night Infront of a roaring fire, stretching his limbs Infront of the warmth, he reached for the glass of whiskey warming on the mantel piece. It was times like this he missed Jaina the most. He remembered their times in Theramore, when she would steal a good bottle of whiskey from Boralus within one teleport and they'd get drunk and recount stories of their previous selves before the world could harm them and teach them valuable life lessons. It was times like these that he missed Jaina's counsel. He looked over his shoulder to the seat she would have usually sat in, Infront of the fire. Seeing her curled up, her alcoholic Boralus coffee in one hand, her chin balancing on her fist as her elbow rested on the arm of the chair. Smiling up at him warmly. Offering her counsel, her thoughts on everything. He smiled as he would often watch her speak so passionately about peace between the two factions. Now the chair lay empty in the shadows of the dancing flames. The figure that once sat there, now a ghost of the past.
A young cough interrupted his thoughts, he pulled his face away from the flames, his blonde hair falling loose from its bobble.
"My lord, "The page bowed, a young teen male, not much past thirteen, looked at him waiting with wide eyes, "A letter from Thalyssra."
Anduin thanked the young male with a gold coin and a courteous nod, he watched the page bolt out of the room. He sighed, he hated his kingly presence at times, he broke the seal of Suramar's leader and scanned the letter. "Tyrande had her twins, two little girls. Serenity and Luna. " Anduin pondered aloud, taking a seat at his desk, setting the glass of whiskey to the side. Those were pretty names, he thought to himself. He lay the letter flat and continued to read, it was not without complications. Tyrande was a fair few thousand years old after all.
His doors burst open, his hand flew to the hilt of Shalamayne but instantly withdrew when he saw Alleria, pale and frantic standing in the doorway, looking around as if she had lost something,
"Anduin!" Alleria gasped, she sounded as if she had been running. She strode over to him in three quick strides, "Have you seen Vereesa?"
Anduin withdraw his hand from the hilt of his sword and leaned forward on his desk, fists pressed into the wood, "Not since a few days ago, why?" he asked curiously.
Alleria sighed, exasperated, "I went to her house in Dalaran to find the twins in their beds sleeping soundly, thank Belore! But Vereesa, she was gone! She wasn't anywhere to be found! Yet her bow was in the house!" She leaned forward on the opposite side of the desk, her own fists pressing into the wood. "Anduin, how many people close to Jaina have gone missing?" Alleria asked suddenly, catching him off guard.
"Too many," He affirmed, his expression changing from soft to a hard exterior. His shoulders tensed as he stared at the maps and added another mark to the tally chart in the corner. Staring at it, trying to wonder what on this earth could be doing this. Or who could be doing this.
"I thought she might have been upset from her confrontation with Sylvanas." Alleria started, she felt startled at the fact Anduins eyes changed from warm to cold. His frown sending them into dark shadows. He didn't know about their confrontation. Vereesa never told him. "But Anduin, she would have taken the twins with her if she was going anywhere."
"There have been increased reports of naga activity off West Fall and now Darkshore. Malfurion informed me yesterday. Do you think they're linked to the missing people?" Anduin paused, considering the information.
Alleria shrugged, her hands held up in an exasperated attempt, "Maybe? Anduin do you think Sylvanas has had the same problems? No one has heard from her or Jaina. Have you had any word from any of them?"
Anduin shook his head, "I've sent countless messages through teleports. Through pages. Even through the seas. I was going to ask you the same thing."
Alleria raised a suspecting eyebrow, "Don't you think that's at least a little suspicious?" the fire danced across her face, sending the tattoos she had under her eyes into the shadows.
Anduin pondered, "What do you suppose we do? Apart from sending out parties to find Vereesa but even the champions sent out to find Genn, Khadgar and Kalec have all disappeared as well." He clenched the table, wood splintering underneath his rough fingertips. His jaw tightened.
"We need to get into contact with Jaina or Sylvanas. Sylvanas won't come near me. Not after what she did to Vereesa, I swear Anduin ill have her throat cut by my arrows one day!" Alleria slammed her fist snarling onto the desk. Making the contents shake. Anduin looked up in question.
Anduin started scribbling onto parchment, Alleria trying to peer round instead of reading upside down.
"Think it will work?" Anduin asked Alleria.
Alleria nodded, "If it gets to Jaina…..."
Jaina sat on the stairs to the dungeon, she had managed to fool Kalira with a mirror image of herself along with luring the ranger guards away with the same spell. She knew it would keep them entertained for a long time, while she could figure out these runes or wards. Sylvanas had been away since their night in the bathing pool, when they kissed. Jaina shivered, remembering how Sylvanas's fangs nipped at her neck. She found herself lightly tracing where faint purple bruises were hidden behind her hair. And if she had been back then she never made her presence known to Jaina. Sylvanas had always been shrouded in a cloaked mist of secrecy but the dungeon was something she wouldn't budge on no matter how much prying Jaina tried.
She quickly started studying the runes, the swirls and patterns were unknown to her. She wondered who could have sealed these and what dark magic lay beneath them. More importantly who was Sylvanas so intent on keeping hidden behind them. She started drawing her own counter patterns into the solid metal doors.
"Hmph…" Jaina huffed when nothing happened. She found that suspicious. She inspected the runes closer, but not too close. Careful of any unsuspecting traps that Sylvanas was known for. "It's a puzzle….. missing piece of the puzzle…" Jaina lightly traced the outlines of the patterns, something clicked in her head. Like a candle that had been re lit. A light bulb moment.
"Proudmoore!"
Jaina jumped, a guilty squeal escaping her lips, she turned around slowly. Her guilty expression turning to a dangerous frown. A warning glare she took great pleasure in casting towards Nathanos's direction.
"I knew I would find you meddling in things that don't concern you Proudmoore." He sneered, cautiously stepping closer to her. Jaina stepped back, feeling the cold metal of the dungeon door sting her back. There was something about his voice that felt familiar, it felt like an old haunt. She shuddered. She felt her scripted scar on her arm tingle.
"I suggest you back up now, Nathanos!" Jaina hissed into his face. She had to give it to him he didn't even flinch at her anger, at the ball of ice swirling and crackling in her hand." Get. Out. Of. My. Face."
He smirked, "I think My Queen will finally be done with you when she sees this!" He snatched the sketch book from her hands before she could even put up a fight. Catching her completely off guard. Jaina tried to entrap him in ice before he could bolt, but she was too slow, and he had bolted halfway down the hall. She didn't fear Nathanos or Sylvanas's wrath for that matter, but there were more private sketches in that notebook that made her bite her lip. She only hoped when she was dragged before The Dark Lady that she wouldn't flick through the back of the book.
Sylvanas strode into the throne room looking exhausted, pushing the doors open and near yanking them from the hinge. She frustratingly plucked at the clasp that kept her quiver and Death-whisper in place, throwing them to the side. She grimaced at the loud screeching and skidding sound the bow made as it slid and smacked into the wall. She sighed in agitation and punched the metal throne, and then flopped down into the plush velvet. She leant forward, resting her elbow on her knee, her chin on her fist.
Another one dead…. fuck!
It was very clear her messages were not reaching her alliance cubs. She wanted to keep Jaina out and away from this as much as possible. Where she could keep a carful watch on her. Not that she couldn't handle herself, but this magic…. this magic was old god worthy. It would even give Sylvanas's death magic a run for her money. She rubbed her temples, feeling a clouding headache rumble in her forehead.
Shit….fuck…shit…FUCK
Sylvanas leaned back in frustration, slinging her leg over the arm rest in her usual fashion, slouching to get comfy. She rested her head back and glared up into the ceiling with her crimson eyes glowing in rage. How many dead was that now? three? four? She had lost count. Her thoughts kept returning to Jaina. She had thought about nothing other than the pressing matters at hand and how Jaina's lips felt so soft against her own. How her freckles dusted the tip of her nose and cheek bones with every blush. How her body felt like fresh dough under her hands, so supple and bendable. How she looked betrayed in those sapphire pools for eyes when Sylvanas had to turn on her to protect her….
"My Queen!" Nathanos gasped, as if he had been running miles. The forsaken didn't need to breathe so he must have ran fast, she observed.
She cracked opened one eye, continuing to rub her temples free of the headache that was Jaina Proudmoore, "What Nathanos!? I have no time for your slander against Proudmoore!" She grumbled, squeezing her eyes shut from the migraine that was thundering in her head.
She heard Nathanos walk up and come to a direct stop Infront of the throne. She opened her eyes, agitated and narrowed them when he presented to her Jaina's leather bound notebook, she snatched it and stood from the throne her anger fuming in her eyes, "A book!? That is what this is about!?" She roared, shaking the damned book Infront of his face. Sylvanas took the book and bashed him against the forehead with it in her anger, he didn't flinch.
Nathanos's wide and smug grin made her angrier and she stormed past him, to leave the throne room. Until Nathanos spoke, and when he spoke; his smugness dripped in the air and rippled through Sylvanas like water, "I caught Proudmoore trying to disable the wards and runes on your dungeon."
Sylvanas came to a stop and turned to him flicking through the notebook, taking in the incriminating evidence of her sketches, her puzzle solving, "She shouldn't have been near it! Where was Kalira!?" She hissed quickly, her gaze lowering back down to the page of notes, sensing something else she turned towards him, "And!?" She snapped, scanning through Jaina's messy handwriting.
"She failed as; I stopped her My Queen!" He mentioned, proudly. That was one thing Sylvanas despised about him, his fucking pride. "She means nothing but trouble My Queen, if you like, I can collar her and chain her up to stop her from meddling? I have a beautiful collar with her name on it. Literally."
Sylvanas scoffed and turned her back, flicking through right to the very back and freezing at what was drawn in it, " As much as what I would love to see Jain-Proudmoore collared and chained, I will deal with Proudmoore, Nathanos!" , Nathanos's mouth dropped, his face twisted into a sulk to match his bruised ego. She stormed off her cloak billowing in the breeze behind her, she pounded the concreate furiously, grumbling away to herself, almost snarling at every corner turned, the book still in hand. Careful to avoid Jaina at every angle she kept to the shadows and slipped into her sanctuary. She leaned against the door and sighed an extremely heavy sigh.
She crossed to the fireplace, unclasping her armour in the process and letting it scatter over the floor. She pulled a large oversized shirt from a draw and shrugged herself into it. The fire crackled and snapped as Sylvanas took a seat by it, reading every word and looking in depth at every picture Jaina had written down in the notebook. The mage was smarter than she gave her credit for most of the time, it seemed. After what seemed like an enjoyable eternity curled up in her seat, she reached the back of the book. She was always interested by jaina's theories. It captivated her how Jaina would often talk so passionately about the things that interested her. But as she reached the back of the book her smile dropped to a gape. She blinked at the page several times. Co-ordinates of where they had first met were scribbled and doodled all over the page around the doodle of herself, staring back up at her. She flicked to the next page, more doodles of her. When Jaina had been sat in the library and overlooked the training grounds to where she would be training her dark rangers. She snapped the book shut and paced back and forth.
Eventually she came to a stop by the window, that overlooked small gardens she had had built for Jaina. Even though Jaina didn't need to know that small detail. She would have to deal with Jaina eventually. But she worried that she wouldn't be able to deal with her in the way she should, as a Warchief, as a Queen. Jaina had grown on her even more. She had gotten used to the Mage's presence. Speaking of the pretty devil, Jaina walked into the gardens casually with Kalira by behind her. Sylvanas leaned back and flattened herself against the shadows of the stone walls, peering out. Jaina turned and looked up to the empty window, bit her lip and continued to cut the peacebloom down.
Sylvanas caught the sight of how Jaina laughed, how she smiled in the warm air of the still night in Orgrimmar. It casted her back to what seemed like a thousand years ago, to Quel'Thalas. The night Jaina drove her crazy. The night she couldn't help herself. Searching the embers of the memory with every non-existent heartbeat. This love was her obsession, her past possession.
Sylvanas watched Jaina in the library, curled up on the coach, entranced at the book she had been reading. Sylvanas noticed that Jaina's golden hair was unbound and cascaded down her shoulders, stopping at her breasts. She wore nothing but an oversized white cotton shirt. Her smooth legs exposed, the shirt hung lose around her chest, exposing a soft curve of her breast. Sylvanas felt her breath hitch and a faint blush dust her tips of her ears. She cast her eyes to the book she was reading, grateful for the distraction.
Sylvanas could see the shadow of the title in Thalassian cast from the flames of the fire Jaina sat in front of. It had been blistering hot during the day but freezing cold at night. It was late and she wondered why Jaina was wide awake at this time of night. Sylvanas eyed the Mage curiously, she had to admit at first, she was a pain in the ass and she damn well knew it. Yet over the last few weeks Jaina Proudmoore had become likeable. Kael had ordered Sylvanas, on her week off, to keep an eye on Jaina and made sure she wanted for nothing. Purely because she was his new conquest.
"Dalah'surfal" Sylvanas mused from the bookshelves she leaned her hip against, "That's its title in Thalassian."
"Huh?" Jaina jumped, startled. Flushing a beautiful pink under her cheeks and across her nose. "Oh! I….I didn't mean to disturb you Ranger General!" she made to move hurriedly. Embarrassed at being caught.
Sylvanas put a handout to stop her, ushering her back to the chair she had been curled up on, "It was my fault, lady Proudmoore. I shouldn't have been so bold as to sneak up on you like that. But I couldn't help but notice you understand Thalassian?" Sylvanas couldn't help but grin as she walked dover and knelt, leaning on the back of the chair.
Jaina kept her ever-colouring blush in her cheeks, she looked down at the book. Sylvanas knew she wished she could jump into it and hide from her, "Oh! I …sort of know a little. I'm trying to teach myself really. I think it's a beautiful language." She murmured softly. Stroking the spine of the book adoringly.
"I can help you know. Although, you may not think it's such a 'beautiful language' once I teach you some swear words in it." Sylvanas chuckled. Jaina put a hand over her mouth to cover a giggle. That giggle was the sweetest and most innocent sound Sylvanas had heard. It floated through her ears like music. She smiled warmly and came around to sit beside Jaina, opening the book she started to read aloud in Thalassian, translating fnto common straight after.
" So, in common this would translate to 'Dalah'surfal sat, a lovely vision of herself. I crossed over to her, memorised by her beauty. The way she glowed and had hair like the sun.' "Sylvanas started again after a translation interruption from a wide eyed Jaina. " ' she regarded him with her ocean blue eyes, he felt himself drown in her beauty. The alabaster skin dusted with freckles of youth….'"She took a breath, trying to steady her voice.
"Oh, it sounds so beautiful!" Jaina remarked, her eyes eagerly scanning the words on the pages that Sylvanas held out to her, "But what does 'Dalah'surfal' mean?"
Sylvanas's grey-blue eyes shined. She looked at Jaina admiringly, "Yeah, she is…" she breathed, she sighed happily, almost dreamily, she blushed suddenly. "It means My love…."
Jaina's eyes widened and she looked up at Sylvanas at that moment. Sylvanas shook her head and snapped the book shut in a rush, feeling her ears swivel and droop, blushing a pale pink in the firelight. "I apologise Lady Proudmoore, it grows late." She swallowed awkwardly, getting up to bow.
She made a move to dash off, embarrassed and anxious. Jaina grabbed her arm and pulled her back into her gaze, "Ranger General…." She whispered, her eyes shining and pleading with her not to go.
"Sylvanas, call me Sylvanas. I think ….errrrr…that we have spent too much time together for formalities." Sylvanas said shyly. She scratched the back of her head nervously.
Jaina smiled warmly, her face lighting up, "Jaina then."
Sylvanas nodded, "Well…uhm…. good night Lady—Jaina."
"Wait!" Jaina managed to grab and tug at her sleeve as she walked around the back of the coach, Jaina knelt up on the coach, leaning over the back to look at Sylvanas. Sylvanas's eyes lingered at the soft swells of her breasts that the firelight illuminated. "Is there any old Thalassian formalities on a goodnight's kiss?"
Sylvanas gaped for a moment at Jaina's boldness, but then she was young and curious. Sylvanas leaned down and met Jaina's cheek with her lips, she brushed a quick peck on her cheek, she smelt of peacebloom and passion flowers. It was enticing. "Good Night, Jaina," She dared to run a quick thumb over Jaina's bottom lip. Dropping her hand, leaving Jaina bereft and turning to stalk away.
Jaina pouted and yanked her back by the tunic, "That's not the good nights kiss I had in mind." She murmured, pulling Sylvanas down to her so they were but a hair's breadth from each other's face. "I hear you have a little bit of a reputation, and I'm used to getting what I want." She traced Sylvanas's jaw line gently, playing in the end with the little crescent moon earing that dangled from Sylvanas's ear.
Sylvanas cocked her head and mused how Jaina could be so easily amused by an earring and an elf ear, "And what does the lady Jaina Proudmoore want?" she breathed, seductively. Sylvanas's voice had a tinge of lust in it that made Jaina bite her lip.
Sylvanas gripped Jaina's chin suddenly but gently, turning Jaina to face her, "Bite that bottom lip again Jaina and you know how this will end. " Sylvanas whispered, brushing her own lips against Jaina's plush pink ones.
Jaina purposely bit down on her bottom lip. Her blonde eyebrow raising in a challenge to Sylvanas, "You. All of you." Jaina whimpered ,desperatley, against her lips.
Sylvanas pulled her chin fully forward and kissed Jaina on the lips, slow at first. Letting the little mage grow impatient. Sylvanas felt Jaina grasp fistfuls of her shirt, Sylvanas let her hands gently brush their way into Jaina's hair, gripping the back of her head at the base of the neck and deepening the kiss, letting Jaina hang on to every movement of their lips. Jaina's tongue making one swift motion across Sylvanas's lower lip, begging for permission. Sylvanas granted it and swept Jaina up bridal style, never breaking the kiss and carried Jaina to Sylvanas's bedroom.
Sylvanas sighed, the weight of Azeroth on her shoulders and folded her arms, watching Jaina intently from the window. She felt a ghost of the past come to visit her tonight, one she reached to for comfort. She felt like she had fallen on her knees, didn't feel as strong as what she had been. She was paying the price to just be. Jaina was now her existence, pulling at a part that remained deep within her dead soul. Pulling at the non-existent heart strings. Crawling at Jaina's feet, grieving for her own disease that was her love for Jaina Proudmoore.