Hey guys! :3 I'm so sorry for such a long wait for dis chapter! Well okay maybe it wasn't that long. No it was the longest so far at least. xD anyways, so as always I wanna thank you for the reviews and faves and stuff. They make me feel so special. :D But you know, I was really having issues with this chapter. I think I rewrote it like 5 times. I couldn't figure out how I wanted it to go, and the first time i felt like it progressed too quick, and the characters were OC. Well. Lang was anyways. :3 so long story short I finally liked how I wrote it so yay! What else was I gonna say...erm. Oh also I kinda made hearth glen have holiday go home days. Like college or something that sends you home on holidays. xD

oh plus, I'm trying to find a song that fits Conor and Lang. But.I haven't found one yet. I'm weird like that. I like to give parings songs. Lemme know if you find one, if you like that kinda stuff that is. :D (Sorry for my randomness it's like 3:30 in the morning lol)

enough of my weirdness. Disclaimer: I don't own Wow or any of its characters. If I did, there would be a male npc with a male lover and they'd have this cute little quest line that ends with like, the coolest trinket ever that could let you write stories and save them as little books in your inventory. And they wouldn't be soulbound so you could sell them or give them to people. It would be cool. :3

Glancing at the silhouette of the other in the darkness, Lang whispered back, "yeah?"

Conor sighed, "Are you mad at me because of what I did last night?" He was thankful the other couldn't see his embarrassment in the dark.

It took the kal'dorei a moment to realize what the sin'dorei was talking about, but he decided to play dumb and spare Conor the embarrassment.
"What do you mean? Were you snoring or something?" He laughed nervously.

'Maybe he didn't hear me after all..' Conor thought, a bit relieved. "Was I snoring?" He asked himself. Aloud.

Lang chuckled. "You might have, wouldn't know, I was asleep." He ignored the gnawing feeling in his chest, he wasn't about to let his emotions take over.

Conor let out a sigh of relief or disappointment, he wasn't really sure. 'I'm glad he didn't hear I guess, but a part of me kind of wishes he knew what I was feeling..'

Lang sighed with him, 'that was close, to think I actually might've admitted to liking him or something. No, never! It's pointless! That's how people get hurt! That's how mom got hurt...'

"Wait...so, why were you mad at me then?" Conor asked, breaking the other's train of thought.

Lang mentally facepalmed. 'Dammit! So close!' Trying to think up an excuse, he fiddled with his palms nervously. "Well you see...that is..I..uh.." He bit the inside of his cheek.

Confused, Conor waved a hand in front of the others face, although he probably barely saw it. "Lang? Hello?"

For once in his life, he had absolutely no idea what to say. He couldn't think up any logical excuses, and he knew the blonde was expecting an answer. The kal'dorei was oh so thankful the other couldn't see his face, it would be a dead giveaway.

'Why wasn't he answering? Did he fall asleep sitting up like that? Can you do that? Actually..I think I have a cousin that can do that...er wait..I think she can fall asleep standing up..' Moving closer to the other, Conor realized the night elf's eyes were still open. His yellow orbs were a bright contrast compared to the blackness around the two of them. "Shoot. He has pretty eyes." Conor said aloud, realizing it too late.

Lang felt the others breath on his face, momentarily confused. 'When did he get this close? Did he just say my eyes were pretty? What the hell?'

His face went crimson, he was hoping Lang didn't hear him just now. "Lang? You..you're awake, right?"

Lang scowled. "What? You think I'd fall asleep in the middle of a conversation? Really?" He glared at the other in the darkness, clearly insulted.

The blonde sighed bitterly. "Well I wouldn't think things like that if you'd just answer my question already! I mean seriously, what did I do?"

Lang could feel his anger beginning to rise. "Hey! Don't pin this whole thing on me like it's my fault!"

"We'll it's not my fault either! I wouldn't know! You won't tell me!" Conor snapped back.

Lang growled at the other, "You should know why I'm so pissed! Im so pissed, that I'm pissed at myself for being pissed!"

"Well, that barely makes any sense, and I don't know! So why don't you just grow a pair and tell me!" Conor shot back.

Lang finally snapped, "You know what, Sin'dorei?" His voice was filling with more malice by the second. "It's your own fucking fault. I was doing fine around here in hearth glen until you showed up. You go and practically feel me up with your eyes the first day we meet, so I know what you are right away. Then I have to see you shirtless and question my own sexuality for the first time. I'm the type to fuck people, no strings attached. No emotions involved. I figure hey, maybe if I sleep with this guy once, these stupid feelings will go away. But you know what? I couldn't do that. I'm not into guys, I've never been. But for some damn reason I can't keep my eyes off you when you're around and it pisses me off. I've never felt like this about anyone before, not with any of the women I've slept with either. Then you have to go and play around with that cute li'l girl of yours, and it makes me so damn jealous I can't stand it. So yes, please continue to try and tell me you haven't done anything."

Conor just stared, speechless. His face was heating up from Lang's words, and by the fact that they were mere centimeters apart. "I..um..I don't..I mean...I'm.."

Lang sighed angrily, running a hand through his silky hair. 'Damn emotions.'

He was thinking so many things at once, 'does this mean he likes me? What did he mean by cute girl? Goro? I didn't feel him up with my eyes..did I? Why is he so angry about it? Do I apologize? What do I say?' He clenched the blankets, nervously.

Lang looked back at the sin'dorei, noticing how his shoulders shook and how he clenched the blankets. 'Oh fuck. Is he going to cry again?' He gritted his teeth. 'I am not going soft, I just don't want him to cry again. It's annoying.' Swallowing his pride, he leaned into the other, gently wrapping his arms around him.

Conor blinked. 'Is Lang...hugging me?' He had to admit, it was a little strange; Lang certainly didn't seem like the hugging type. However the embrace was rather warm, so he returned the action by wrapping his arms around the others neck. He could feel the kal'dorei's warm breath on his neck, it sent chills down his spine.

"Just...don't cry anymore, okay?" Lang murmured softly.

Conor nodded, knowing the other could feel the gesture. "Does this mean you-"

"I'm not sure yet. Maybe. Kinda. I don't know." He cut him off quickly.

Conor couldn't help but smile softly. 'Maybe huh.' "Thanks..."

"For what?" Lang replied, slightly confused.

"The hug."

"Oh...er..right." Lang internally cringed at how awkward he sounded.

After that night, the two of them seemed to just get closer and closer. A few weeks had passed, and Conor and Goro finally gotten to return to practicing. It was slowly slipping into November, and members of the crusade were eagerly awaiting pilgrim's bounty week.

"So Conor, are you going home for pilgrims bounty at all?" Goro asked, while trying to hit him in the rib with her sword.

Conor dodged her swings easily, countering back with a few swipes of his own that missed as well. "Hmm, well, I might, but I don't really want to that much.."

She jumped back, before charging forward and clashing blades again, this time closer to her partners side than before. "Why not? I'm excited to see my dad and siblings again. He's gonna make cranberry chutney, it's one of my favorites."

Conor continued to doge her wild swipes easily, but begun to run out of room to back up. "It's complicated. My mom already hates me, and my older brother's always too busy to come home during the holidays."

Goro grinned evilly, she was going to win this one! She continued to approach her partner, with him having no more room to back away, he ended up against the gate wall. She slowly raised her sword so that the tip of the blade poked dangerously close to the blonde's chin. "Any last words, blondey?" She taunted playfully.

Scowling at the nickname, he spit into the dirt, "Not today bitch."

Goro's face fell for a moment, "What?"

Conor took the opportunity to kick the blade from his partners hand, and darted over so that she was now the one against the wall. He held both blades in his hands, failing to hide the smirk on his face. "I win."

Goro scowled, before snatching back her sword. " ." She stomped back over to the training dummies, angrily slashing at one that resembled a male sin'dorei.

Conor laughed at the childish behavior, deciding to practice some combat techniques on the dummy next to Goro's.

"Oh, that reminds me." Goro suddenly spoke. "What does your brother do? If he's busy all the time."

Conor sighed. "He's a warrior of the Horde. Pretty full of himself sometimes. He's often fighting in battles against the alliance."

Goro nodded in response. "That's cool I guess. I never understood why the Horde and Alliance hate each other so much. I'm too lazy to read an old book and find out the history."

Conor laughed. "Well there you go. Read and find out." He chanted a few small words, casting a basic heal on himself. "There. No more scratches."

Goro rolled her eyes. "Reading sucks. I'd rather fish. And that's saying something."

Just as Conor was about to respond, lieutenant Myner's voice boomed across the training grounds. "SUPPER TIME TRAINEES! I HOPE YOU ACTUALLY ACCOMPLISHED SOMETHING AND DIDN'T SIT AROUND DOING NOTHING."

The two sin'dorei rolled their eyes, they'd learned how seriously Myner actually took that statement.