AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!
4 1/2 weeks later...
"By the Light, how much paper work can the Kirin Tor have on the Sunreavers and their artifacts?" Creed sighed out and leaned back in her chair as Rommath to rub his temples in aggravation. A feeling of fatigue swept over both of them as the late night came quickly and they were still researching through more tombs and documents.
"Enough it seems, so that Jaina will have enough time to figure out her next move while we are distracted with researching through what they gave us." Rommath replied with irritation.
"Ugh..." Creed put her head down on the table light, trying to calm her heavy migraine.
"Weeks of research and it looks like we haven't even made a dent. Yeah... "this issues will be resolved in no time" is such crap, Khadgar." Creed quipped with a sneer.
Rommath smirked as Creed mumbled to herself and glared with heavy eyes at the papers in front of her.
"I am a soldier of war, not a bloody scholar or pencil pushing diplomatic figure." Creed felt her migraine worsen as she glanced up from her eyelashes and saw a hidden smugness from the Mage in front of her. She glared.
"What's wrong, Creed? Is being away from the sight of battle for too long beginning to wane your vigor?" Rommath's voiced was practically dripping in humor at the twitchy woman in front of him.
"I will end you, Mage," Creed growled. Rommath smirked under his helm and leaned back. He took his time to relax a little. He observed the woman in front of him, like he was learning a new spell.
Creed's dark brows knotted together in frustration and her mess of wavy curls fell into her face as she laid her head on her arms in defeat. She may not show much facial expression and much was not seen pat her helm, but her eyes said quite a lot about her character.
"Why did you agree to help us with this issue?" Light purple eyes lifted from under long eyelashes and gazed at his direction in confusion. A small spark glittered in her eyes.
"I will do anything if it is for the sake of peace. If solving this problem means that the truce between the Horde and Alliance stands, I have no choice but to defend it." The answer still surprised him. Not many cared about who stood on either side and if it lasted, but then again it looked like there were some who did care.
"Why?" Creed sighed.
"Why does anyone want peace? I am tired of the blood shed, the death, the hatred... I promised someone special a long time ago that I would up hold the means to live by the peace of the Horde and Alliance. I made an oath to protect those from harm and fight the enemy of peace. That is all." She made it sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Anymore questions?" Creed looked at him tiredly.
"Y-" Rommath was cut off as a small giggle entered the room where both the human and blood elf sat sipping tea and looking over endless amounts of scrolls and books.
Rommath felt himself stiffen. Creed wasn't far behind as her shoulders locked and her back straightened like a pole.
A beautiful Sin'Dorei gracefully entered the Mage's quarters in a long and very tight Priest's robes. Creed looked in peripheral view and saw the Priest in the room was very experienced by the sight of her beautiful and expensive gear... Creed knew to be careful with this new arrival. She knew these kinds of Priests... Shadow Priests were a vicious class like warlocks.
"Rommath, are you almost done yet?" The beautiful blackette Priest purred seductively at the Mage in front of Creed.
Creed then felt the emerald glare of the Priest swivel at her direction and stare at her with hatred.
'Well, shit. Damn Rommath, even the people you date are assholes.'
"Alliance scum. Why are to babysit this human, Rommath? You are the Grand Magister, not a novice guard." The Priest was going to make Creed's hit list one day... Creed just knew it. But inside Creed grinned as the blood elf woman didn't know she knew Thalassian.
'This Alliance scum is smarter than you think to be left alone with a novice guard, you shadow wielding bitch!'
"What do you want, Daliah? I am working." Rommath demanded of the Daliah. She smirked and leaned on his shoulder with a flirty smile.
"I am lonely. I have been awaiting your arrival for hours, this morning was not enough for me~" She practically pressed her breast into Rommath shoulder as she purred in his ear. Creed's brow twitched in annoyance and disgust. She felt uncomfortable by the display.
'Okay... ew. I didn't need to know of their morning rumble...' Creed rolled her eyes back into her lap.
"You will have to continue waiting, Daliah. I am still working." Rommath sighed and moved some of her ebony hair from his eye sight. Creed saw the woman lean down to kiss his temple and giggle. Her smirk made Creed grind her teeth as Daliah's bright eyes gazed at her. Daliah ran delicate finger across one of Rommath's long elven ears and Creed saw him shiver a little causing Daliah's smirk to widen lustfully.
Those simple touches and caresses that Daliah gave to Rommath made something in Creed's chest twist a little... in jealousy?
'NO! Bad Creed! It's not jealousy... it's general loneliness... I think.'
Rommath shived from the pleasure and his gaze met Creed's blushing one only for her to sheepishly look down in her lap again. He quickly gripped Daliah's arm and yanked it away in irritation.
"Leave." Rommath hissed at the walking dark beauty.
"Hmm. Just remember I am always near, love~" With that saucy smirk, Daliah swayed her hips and left the room while Rommath's gaze followed.
"Girlfriend I take it?" Creed wiggled her eyebrows at Rommath, her eyes laughed and gave off a playful mood.
"No. And it is of none of your concern."
Creed shook her head lightly, and frowned deeply behind her helm. She looked closely as he stared at her and noticed a slight blush crawl on his visible face.
Creed laughed at his flushed face as his gaze caught hers from the embarrassing topic. But inside she continuously felt something stir with discomfort and a heavy pressure press on her chest.
'What is going on with me?'
Creed felt a horrible burn come over her face as she looked over the Grand Magister. His Fel stare caught her gaze and an eyebrow lifted as her laughs died down.
"Ahem... well let's call this a night shall we? I am sure Ms. Daliah will be awaiting you in your bed and I wish to rest in my inn. Good night, Magister. It will hopefully be a better day tomorrow." Creed stood and nodded her head at Rommath.
Rommath felt like he did something wrong as her simple reassuring words didn't match her saddened eyes.