I own only Vician Trannyth, all else belongs to Blizz
A/N...
I'm starting to enjoy writing this love fic.
And I always seem to write it at 3 in the morning, with work tomorrow... :/
Warning: Yelling, implied killing, implied blood, implied death, kissing, and roses
He never thought he would find it there. On the front-lines of Gilneas, when the blood of the foul wolf-men ran deep into the earth, Vician found a rosebush with a single, blood red rose growing in the middle of a war-zone. He plucked it, thinking of Sylvanas as he thumbed the petals. When the battle against the Worgen Rebels was finished, he rode back to Under-city carrying the report and the rose for Sylvanas.
She was not in a pleased mood when he arrived.
After giving his report—kneeling the whole time—Sylvanas glares at his hand, "What is that?" She demands.
Looking down at the rose, Vician looks back up towards her, "It is a rose, My Lady."
"What are you doing with such a useless object, Trannyth?" She questions him, her voice shrilling upwards at the end of her sentence. When he does not respond, she shrills at him again, "What are you doing with that rose, Trannyth?"
Standing, Vician offers the rose to her, like an awkwardly shy schoolboy, "It…It's a gift for you, My Lady."
The room goes silent. Sylvanas reaches out, grasping the rose by its stem. Sneering at the rose, she tosses it behind her, "I do not need such trivial objects. I want those rebel worgen dead and I want Gilneas secured! Understand me, Trannyth?!" She screeches at him.
Blinking back the creeping sadness, Vician nods his head at her, "Yes, My Lady. My apologies for offering such a useless object," he mutters to her, his voice flat and deflated.
Glaring at him, she turns her back on him, snarling, "Dismissed," Vician bows to her again, shuffling out of the room. Shaking her head, she looks down at the rose, picking it up. Bringing it to her nose, she sniffs it, the scent washing over her and the familiar tug at her dead heart. She had wanted to be alone today; for it was the day she died at the hands of Arthas. She wanted to be alone with the anger and hatred, wrapped around her like a set of armour, protected her softer core. She didn't mean to snap at Trannyth, like that. Looking at the rose again, she sighs.
She turns to one of her royal guard, "Call in Trannyth, I'll be waiting in my chambers."
After a few moments, Vician is standing before Sylvanas, alone together in her private chambers. "You summoned me, My Lady?"
Clutching the rose, she steps closer to him, "Do you know what today is?" She asks quietly.
"Yes, My Lady," he nods his head, his eyes glued to the floor.
She steps closer still, "And you gave this to me, knowing what today was."
Vician nods his head, looking up at her, his lips inches away from hers; the distance of a fully bloomed rose between them. "Yes, My Lady," he whispers to her, "I saw it on the battlefield and it reminded me of you. Though stained with blood and surrounded by death, the thorns just protect the beauty that comes through."
Sylvanas leans her head to the side and forward, pressing her lips to a rotting cheek, the edges of her mouth, resting on the edges of Vician's mouth. The kiss lasts longer than necessary. But she pulls back and offers a smile to Vician, who touches his cheek, savoring the show of intimacy. "Thank you, Trannyth. That was . . . sweet of you…."
Vician nods his head. He turns to go, but he reaches for her hand, grasping it, enjoying the smoothness of her hand. Bowing down, he brings her hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles softly, opening his eyes and locking his gaze with her. His kiss lasts longer than is appropriate for her station. He leans back up, still holding her hand, "It was my pleasure, My Lady."
The two of the stare and look at each other, for what seems to be an insurmountable amount of time, before Vician releases her hand and steps back into the shows, leaving her along in her chambers once more; much to the discomfort of a new feeling, bubbling over the anger in her dead heart; one that, makes her feel alive again.