Wrathion hadn't been to the Darkmoon Faire since he aided in Garrosh's escape.
He hadn't done a lot of things since those last, heated words he exchanged with Anduin. They used to go to the Faire every month, on the second-to-last day it was open. Each time, they intended to go earlier, but with their hectic schedules based on appearances by champions and missives from Stormwind, it was always put off until the second-to-last day.
Once again, due to extraneous circumstances, Wrathion was at the Darkmoon Faire on the second-to-last day it was open.
"I couldn't make it any earlier either," a familiar voice wafted from behind him.
Wrathion's posture stiffened, but he tried to keep his tone light. "It's a curse."
A hand came to rest on Wrathion's shoulder. "I see didn't bother to disguise yourself."
"I'm not ashamed of anything I've done, and besides," he took that hand in his and turned so they were face-to-face, "this is a sanctuary."
Wrathion let go of his hand, and stepped backwards.
Anduin looked no worse for wear. In reality, they hadn't been apart for as long as it felt.
"You're right. The Alliance can do nothing to you here." The blonde took a step forward, and Wrathion took another step back. "Wrath-"
"Don't. You wouldn't understand."
Anduin halted his advance, taking in the dragon's defensive stance. "I've missed you."
Wrathion's eyes grew suspiciously bright, and he looked away.
"I see you're here for the race," Anduin tried. "You could never resist a game."
"I resisted one," Wrathion glared. "I didn't come for the opening of the Firebird's Challenge."
"But two games were too much for you."
The dragon deflated, just a little. "Yes," he admitted.
Anduin sighed. "Look, I'm not going to ask you anything weird. We're both just here to have fun."
Wrathion chuckled, "I was hoping you wouldn't show up."
"I was hoping you would."
Anduin couldn't help it—he started laughing too. They erupted into hysterics, and then Wrathion was in his arms and tears were in his eyes.
"Why?" Wrathion hiccupped, scrubbing his face with the back of his sleeve.
"If I'm not going to ask anything weird, you can't either."
"Agreed."
Maybe there was something to that dumb couple's fortune after all.
Omake:
They snapped a selfie at the Firebird's Challenge.
"Hashtag treason," Wrathion suggested.
Anduin took the camera away from him. "Too soon."