Hey again peoples! So I want to point out something I noticed, and it may have confused some of you. ;A; back in ch 2 I had said Conor was on the top bunk and Lang on the bottom. When in actuality, Lang's on the top bunk, and Conor's on the bottom bunk. So I am so sorry if that confused any of you! I'm gonna go back and fix it no worries! Also I wanna thank the guest review labled "hello" for pointing out to me that Lang in fact is a night elf, not a high elf. So he should be referred to as a Kal'dorei, not a quel'dorei. Thank you for clearing it up. I can always remember sin'dorei and I had forgotten what night elves were, for some reason I was thinking it was quel'dorei'. So anyways. thank you. I'll have to go back and fix it. Or it'll bug me. Lawl ^w^ oh and one more thing, sowie. I've typed this a bit differently in hopes that it'll make the story easier to understand, telling who's talking and what not. Lemme know if it's better or worse xD okay go and read now. Read + review! I love reading reviews they make me happy :3
disclaimer: I don't own world of Warcraft sadly. Conor, Lang, Goro, and Mug are peoples I made up. So I get credit for them. I think. xD
'Did I just imagine that?' Lang thought. He held his breath and listened for a moment, stiffening up when he fheard it again.
"Ngggn..." Conor moaned softly.
The kal'dorei peered over the bed to glance down at the mattress below him, "Hey! No whacking yourself off when there's other people in the room! Don't you know that?" He grumbled. The other didn't respond, causing him to raise a brow.
"L-Lang.." Conor moaned again, cutting through the silence.
His face flushing, Lang practically fell out of bed, scrambling to climb down the ladder. "Hey! Don't think you can just-" he cut himself off once he got a look at Conor. 'Oh shit.' The kal'dorei thought. 'He's dreaming.' His look of shock turned to one of irritation. 'Does this sin'dorei really think he can dream of me like this without my say in it?'
Just as Lang was about to wake him, Conor rolled over so that he was facing the kal'dorei. "I-I...think I-" he cut himself off with a snore.
His eye twitching, Lang stared for a few more moments. 'What was he going to say just then? Damnnit! I feel like it was really important!' He thought bitterly. 'You know what, forget it. I'm going back to bed.'
Glancing around for what felt like the thirtieth time, Conor sighed and gave up. He had been waiting inside Mardenhold keep's entrance hallway for what seemed like hours. 'Was I too early?' He wondered. He started to worry, perhaps he was in the wrong place? No, that's stupid. Hearth glen only has one Mardenhold, there's no other place to go.
Interrupting the blonde's thoughts, Goro briskly strolled up to him and frowned. "Hey! Dude where have you been? I've been trying to find you for the past few minutes! Myner's waiting for us by the storage closet!"
Conor blushed at the mention of the word 'storage closet.' "Oh! I'm sorry Goro! I didn't know where to wait, I've been here for the past hour I think.." He hung his head.
Goro laughed. "Well c'mon already! Myner's gonna skin us alive if we don't hurry up!" She grabbed the blonde by the arm and tugged him down the hallway, chuckling at his protests.
The two were unaware of a certain kal'dorei watching them disappear down the hall, a scowl on his face.
"Yo! Lang! Whatcha staring at?" An orc recruit asked. He followed the kal'dorei's gaze and laughed. "Got yer eye on that pretty little sin'dorei huh? Kinda looks like she's taken already by the blonde to me." He laughed at the growing look of jealousy on his friends face.
Scowling, Lang turned to the other, realizing it was just his pal Mug. He eyed the others spiked black hair a moment before responding. "Oh, hey Mug."
Mug nodded. "Glad ya acknowledged me."
Lang grumbled a "whatever." Before turning back to see Conor and his 'friend' were gone. 'Its not that I'm jealous or anything. It's just that if he really was dreaming about me in THAT way, he shouldn't be fooling around with girls.'
Mug laughed again, "Damn Lang you really look pissed. You like her that much?"
Lang simply shook his head, "lets just go catch up with the others. This never happened."
It felt as if they've been scrubbing for hours. Conor groaned miserably. His hands were starting to ache from gripping a scrub brush for so long. He was even sweating a little. From being inside. Cleaning. How does that even work?
Goro grunted as a blood stain she was working on finally faded from the floor. "Ha! Take that stain! No match for my awesomeness!" She fist bumped the air before moving on to a mud stain caked into the floor by her boots.
Conor rolled his eyes at her.
"Aren't you getting tired? My hands hurt." He whined. He dropped the brush to examine his palms, they looked fine, but hurt like hell.
Goro smirked. "Don't be such a girl Conor! Man up!" She continued her furious scrubbing, happy to see the stains disappearing. "Cleaning is easy! I'm actually happy to be in here! It's a lot cooler than outside!"
Conor grumbled to himself about being more of a man than her, before picking the brush back up, and moving on to what he hoped was a chocolate stain.
Goro appeared to have even more energy at dinner time, confusing Conor. "Why are you so peppy? I'm exhausted. Cleaning sucks." He unhappily munched on his apple.
Goro chuckled. "Well, if you must know, I'm the oldest of four siblings, and my dad's usually busy running our herb shop, so I did all the chores at home. Cleaning's like a maxed out profession to me."
Conor nodded. "Oh. That makes sense." He spoke between mouthfuls of bat wings. "What about your mom though?"
Goro's face fell, "oh..she..she passed away when she gave birth to my youngest sibling, Lyari...she's the only one of us that never got to know mom.."
"Oh Goro I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-" Conor tried to apologize.
Goro stopped him. "It's okay. People die, it's the circle of life."
Conor felt someone watching him, and instinctively glanced at one of the recruit tables. He made eye contact with Lang, and gave a small wave. The kal'dorei simply scowled and glanced away. The sin'dorei's face fell. 'Why'd he look so angry?'
Goro, noticing her friend's dismay, reached across the table and smacked the other across the face.
Conor snapped his head back to look at her, bewilderment obvious on his face. He reached up to caress the cheek she slapped. "W-what was that for?"
Goro smiled sweetly. "You looked upset. So cheer up." She ferociously bit into her wolf flank, keeping eye contact with the other sin'dorei.
Conor shivered. 'The people I make friends with..' He thought.
Laying on his bed, Conor let his thoughts run wild since Lang wasn't back yet. 'He should be here by now, shouldn't he? I don't get why he looked so pissed at dinner..did I do something?' The blondes eyes went wide as realization suddenly hit him.
"Oh shit." He spoke aloud. 'My dream last night! What if he heard me?'
As if on cue, Lang strolled into the room, completely ignoring the sin'dorei. It was childish and he knew it, yet he didn't care. He aggressively shrugged off his armor, carelessly tossing it onto the desk.
Conor watched the other from the bottom bunk, not even realizing he was holding his breath. Suddenly without a warning, the sin'dorei sneezed violently, making the other flinch and turn around to look at him.
Lang glared daggers at the other for making him jump like that, how humiliating. He quickly went back to removing his bracers, and finally tossing his undershirt on top of the discarded clothing.
The silence was killing him, plus the way Lang glared at him, he looked really pissed. The sin'dorei decided to say something, the silence was going to drive him insane. "So...how was recruit work today..?"
Ignoring him, the kal'dorei strolled over to the light switch and turned it off, enveloping the room in darkness. He gave his eyes a moment to adjust, before getting in bed and under the covers.
Conor sighed. 'Well..I tried...maybe he'll talk in the morning?' The sin'dorei tried to ignore the heavy feeling in his chest as he attempted to sleep.
Lang listened to the other toss and turn below him, guilt aching in his chest. 'Was Conor really that upset about this?' He felt like he should say something, but what? "H-hey..Conor.." He nearly chocked on his words.
Conor glanced up, his face slightly tear streaked. "Y-yeah?" He tried to muffle the sob that came with the reply.
More guilt. 'Dammit.' Lang thought bitterly. 'He's been crying over me. fuck! I'm a terrible person. No I'm not. Okay maybe a little.' "Are you okay?" 'What a stupid question.'
Conor hiccuped. "I-I-I-I-" he tried to reply, but started sobbing again.
Lang froze, not sure if he should climb down and talk to the blonde or not. Guilt continuing to gnaw at his insides, the kal'dorei carefully climbed down the ladder before sitting on the edge of the other's bed.
Conor pulled the blanket up, trying to hide his face from the other. "D-don't talk to me if you don't wanna.."
Lang sighed. 'What do you say in these sort of situations?' He racked his brain for ideas, but came up short. 'See Lang? This is what happens when you care about people. Wait what? Care? No! Do I?'
Conor peeked at the other, unable to make out his expression in the dark. "L-Lang?" He whispered.