The Romancer Onyxbane

Episode Twenty:

For her wreathe, Onyxbane chose Wisthera's namesake. The florist in the park thought he was mad, but Onyxbane insisted.

"What are you going to do with all of it? You know, too much wisteria is poison if you start eating it."

"I don't care. I like her poison."

The florist let the conversation end with that. He leaned a ladder against the brick wall of his shop and clipped bunches of the flowers off the thick bark vine that consumed the side of the building. Onyxbane was very picky about the delicate purple flowers that grew in bunches like grapes, but the florist obliged him. When it was all done, he wrapped the wreathe in dark green ribbon, keeping in mind Onyxbane's description of Wisthera.

Now all he needed was the woman herself.

As the afternoon sky turned to evening, and rose colored light rested on the buildings of Stormwind and the purple rooftops of the park, it became very clear that Wisthera had planned to make a fashionable entrance. Or, rather, Onyxbane saw it as making him suffer.

But when she arrived, he decided it was well worth the wait.

Wisthera had cast aside her crude leather armor, and had selected a bright blue silk dress, the color of dawn. It had no sleeves and a low neck that exposed her bosom and then delved even lower to show off her stomach. She walked calmly, and with a purpose. Her hips swayed softly with every step, and though the thin soft fabric stayed in place, parts of Wisthera moved underneath it, and it looked like she might actually come out of the dress. Wisthera certainly attracted attention in her revealing gown because there were men milling about her when she came into view. Perhaps they'd been chatting her up since she passed through the Trade District. But, Wisthera paid them no mind. When she neared Onyxbane she smiled, for him alone, and he took her hand and kissed it.

To the men bothering his girlfriend he said. "Have you ever seen an Arcanite Reaper?"

The guys were confused by the polite offer, but eagerly settled on no.

"It's a great big sharp axe, about this big that I'm going shove up something sensitive if you don't GET AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!"

And they ran away like frightened sheep.

"Oh Onyx." Wisthera smiled and wrapped her arms around him. But, that gentle hug turned into something else rather quickly. She kissed him hard, pulling him down to the ground because of the height difference. Then, when we has nearly on his knees, Wisthera's hand swept up and she slapped the backside of his head. "Don't you ever, ever ruin an assignment for me again, do you hear?" then her tone changed back to adoration, "I love you, I do, and I'd do anything for you, I'd even kill for you," and then it changed right back, "But I'll kill you if you ever make Shadowstep angry with me again."

"Ow." Onyxbane grimaced and got back to his feet.

As soon as he was recovered, Wisthera drew him into her arms again and said, "There, I'm all done with my anger. Now we can get to the best part about this day," and she began to kiss him passionately again.

"Umm, Wisthera, don't you want to wear the wreathe at least? It's kind of the whole point."

She giggled and let him place it on her head. "Would you like to be my wife one day, if it pleases Elune?"

"Yes, that might be nice." And Wisthera hadn't improvised at all. The word 'might' was part of the traditional response.

The pale purple was perfect against her ivy hair. The baby blue dress accented her skin. Together, all her features made Wisthera seem the very image of calm, made up entirely of cool tones. She had become a soothing woman, unlike the blazing fire that tortured them all on their journey.

"So that is what you look in a dress." Onyxbane smiled. Wisthera turned a circle for him to see and Onyxbane loved it.

"Now, let's get to our room." She tried to pull Onyxbane away, but he made her stop.

"No, Wisthera. We've both been waiting for this for months. Let's enjoy it. We have the rest of our lives to please each other, but only today is just for us."

They enjoyed The Park. Onyxbane tried to make clever comments about the moonwell there, but Wisthera turned it into another make out session. Next, he took her to the very public Trade District, but they ended up kissing there too, in front of the crowds. And the throngs of people at the Auction House and Bank stopped what they were doing and clapped for them.

Next was the Mage's Sanctum, and for some reason, Withera insisted on passing by the Stockades.

"You see him there?" Wisthera pointed inside to a guard absorbed in the commotion coming from the prison level just before him.

"Yes love, what is it?"

"He grabbed my butt when they put me down there. Wasn't that a stupid thing to do to your girlfriend?" She watched, entranced, as Onyxbane flushed with hot anger.

"I'll be right back, love." He said, and walked inside the entrance to the high security prison. Wisthera ran after him though. She wanted to see this.

"Excuse me sir, but have you ever seen an Arcanite Reaper…"

That night all of Stormwind was their oyster. Onyxbane and Wisthera wandered in and out of the various districts, daring to revisit places they missed when they left, as if it were all a great carnival. They had dinner at the Blue Recluse, climbed the winding ramp to the Wizard's Sanctum twice to look at the stars, gave gold to little boys with a boat to row them up and down the Canals while they kissed and the young boys giggled and pointed. Finally, it got so dark that the great city would transform into a dangerous place if they stayed out much longer.

On a bridge spanning one of the canals, Wisthera stopped Onyxbane in his tracks and wrapped her arms around him. "Now," she said, nestling into his wide chest, "we can go to bed. It will not be our first time, but I promise it will be something you will never forget." Then, she looked up at him. "Maybe I am too eager, and it's ruined our day, but it is just that I am so happy, Onyx." She caressed the side of his face with the back of her hand. "When I found you, I found my night in shining armor. I found a man with morals, who could understand me despite myself. And if that wasn't enough, after all we went through, you forgave me. I did not deserve your forgivness, or your love, but you did love me didn't you? I truly never thought you would ever care for me again, and that's why kept talking about us like we were already back together. I could not bear to think of it any other way."

Onyxbane smiled sadly. "I didn't know you felt that way. You seemed so sure—"

"I wasn't." Wisthera pouted. "I was terrified. I've always been able to charm my way out of things, but you… you saw right through that. In the end, there were no games, I had not tricks up my sleeve. I gave up acting and started fighting for us. I meant all those things I said back in Silithus. I would kill for you, I'd do anything for you. I'm crazy for you… it's an addiction, it's maddening, but I don't want it to end. You own me. You own my heart, my body, my spirit. What happens to you happens to me. I never want to endanger your heart or your family again."

Onyxbane held his girlfriend, on their Wreathe Day, and looked into her shining eyes. In the dark, quiet city, it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

"I'm glad you finally understand."

"And you understand as well, that I'm not perfect. No woman is, Onyx. Is that enough for you?" she worried.

"Yes, my beautiful Wisthera." He said and kissed her gently. "Now, I'm going to take you home and we can celebrate what real love is."

Author's note:

This was my first fanfic! If you've made it this far, thanks for reading :)

Oh, and there is a continuation to this, so stay tuned.