Stand As One

     ❝ Revenge will not ease your pain. ❞                                                           —- @lightshand​

       ✧・ﾟ   ❛  with the highest and uttermost respect, my king – it will do exactly that.❜ for one ever so gentle, even the kindest souls had their limit, sylvanas had found and broke hers. losing teldrassil had TORE open an old wound lysirae had shut ages again. now, the two nightmares, the one of her past and that of the burning tree, all had concocted into one. the archmage had not come to anduin to speak on this for a lesson, she merely approached for a plan of action, one that would soothe her restlessness.       she was not like tyrande who had lost faith in the alliance nor its high king, but she was one that believed that they could do more now that the greatest trail between the factions had come to a close… even if it had ended with saurfang’s blood to water the soil before the gates of orgrimmar.

       ❛ is that not why we have laws to begin with ? to serve justice to those who have wronged us ? all punishments must fit their crimes – regardless of whatever the banshee queen’s motives behind her actions if any good intended, her actions are unforgivable. i plead to you again: allow me to search for her,  you will see high priestess tyrande soothed. surely her returning to our ranks is beneficial to you. It would be best to not draw it out any longer.  ❜  ・ﾟ✧

*+:｡.｡The obliteration of the world tree hadn’t only effected the night elves, Stormwind too was in disarray. Famine began to ebb in the shadows, his subjects began to worry whether or not they would have somewhere to lay their head at night; it was a crisis on the verge, and all he could do was stand by and watch. But the Kaldorei had been displaced the most by Teldrassil’s decimation into ashes. Thousands had lost their lives in the flames, and those that survived suffered a worse fate—the memories of the inferno haunting their every thought.

He understood why she was so angry. When his father died, Anduin was angry. He was unsure of what to do, how to become a king for a people that mourned just as painfully as he had. He wanted to destroy those that took his father from him, despite it being so very opposite his nature. He understood.

*+:｡.｡ With everything that had conspired between the Horde and the Alliance during this war, nothing should surprise Anduin Wrynn, and yet here he was. Surprised. It was a great surprise whenever a Horde champion made their way to his presence, but it was not unwelcome. The faction had suffered a great many losses since the fall of their former leader. They suffered through a war that never had to happen, a war that they’d been convinced was to save their people. People that Anduin had no desire to harm. With the sudden exit of Sylvanas, Anduin and his team had begun to make preparations for when she’d return. Her plan was not done yet, he knew. He only need be prepared.

Make your Muse

Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.

*+:｡.｡ Anduin had met Lucille a couple of times before during his time in Kultiras. It was briefly put, but he knew who she was. As the king, hoping to bring in a new people into his care, he wanted to get to know everyone the best that he could, and she was no different.

What he had not anticipated, however, was just how close she’d gotten to him during the New Year celebration in Ironforge. He’d invited them all there, of course. It was incredibly important to be inclusive of everyone, and he made it a point himself to show up. He couldn’t be sure if it was just the moment of the new year, the fact that he was, in fact, quite alone for the celebration, or if she’d had a touch of alcohol but if he had to make a guess, he would bargain on the third option.

Her lips were soft against his, and his eyes had immediately gone wide. He was unsure how to respond. Pushing her away would have been rude, and it was a time for new things, of course. But he did have a kingdom that looked up to him, that he had to think about in the forefront of his mind at all times. He responded to the kiss for a moment—he was young, and lonely, and it really couldn’t be helped—before he pulled back from her.“Miss Waycrest, I—Um. I’m very flattered that you, er…thank you.”

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*+:｡.｡ Something told him that things like this happened to her a lot. She was from a place that he was not comfortably familiar with, and he knew that in her time there she likely did things that a future queen would scarcely be seen doing—if he hadn’t assumed prior, it was clear with the way that she handled a wound being given to her.

Not to say that he wouldn’t fight off whoever attempted to aid his own shortcomings of health, but those of nobility rarely found themselves needing to fight their own battles. She was much different, and he dared say that he liked that about her.

“Flesh wound or not, it needs healing. Allow me to help you, it’s the reason I’m here.” ｡.｡:+*