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Rommath sighed. He…Supposed he couldn’t disagree with her on that one. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want her here, but more so constantly questioned the safety of sneaking into the city. There was always the lingering fear of if she would be caught. What would she do then? What would he do? That wasn’t a question he wanted to dote on at the moment. Rommath simply shook his head as he motioned to light the room around them, mage fire sparkling as lanterns and candles sprang to life. There, that was much better.

“I suppose you have got me there.” He replied. He hummed for a moment then. “That would be ideal wouldn’t it? If, of course, you lived here. Then perhaps you wouldn’t hear my constant nagging about petty crime such as this. Anyways, my love, what’s brought you all the way out here? Shouldn’t the great Shadowblade be off doing thuggish activities with her goons rather than gracing some humble Grand Magister’s couch?”

🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ Nanthis was never worried about her safety, and perhaps that was the problem. She never considered what would happen to him if she were caught–it wasn’t as though the information could be tortured out of her, she had scars that proved that would never be the case. It was the emotional scarring that she hadn’t quite accounted for. 

The elf looked about the room when he set it alight and she shrugged her shoulders. She preferred the darkness, and did in fact, enjoy doing thuggish activities with her goons. But some things deterred her from that, and this happened to be one of them. The prior section of his response to her earned her a reason to speak on what she was there for.

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One would think spending day after day in the presence of the Regent Lord and the Ranger General would make dealing with their antics, primarily Brightwing, easier as time went on. But Rommath had quickly found out, years ago, that that particular thing was far easier said than done. Much as he respected Lor’themar, sometimes those two were… Far too much for the Grand Magister. Light forbid they reminisce their ranger days together. It’s almost as if Lor’themar forgets his station for the time being. Rommath would never understand making a public ass of yourself like that.

When the magister would return home, finally, he let out a long, grueling sigh as the door was locked behind him….. Only to narrow his eyes at the figure sitting across his couch. Had it been anyone else, Rommath wouldn’t hesitate to pyroblast them out of existence. But the sneaky kaldorei, ballsy as ever as she was to sneak so far into Silvermoon City, thankfully had the pleasure of being on Rommath’s “good side”. Or whatever was closest for Rommath himself having a good side.

To make matters worse, his corgi sat proudly atop Nanthis’s lap, yipping softly at Rommath as the mage entered his home. What a traitor.

“…… Could you please stop breaking into my home?” Rommath questioned the elf.

🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ Of course, Nanthis knew that the Grand Magister was powerful, and she had no doubt that he could leave a pretty painful scorch mark where she’d been sitting, but she also was resigned to think herself quick enough to dart out of the way if need be. But of course, that wasn’t the case. She was lucky he hadn’t been taken by surprise yet, but she supposed the twinkling lights that were he eyes above her mask had given her away many times.

Nanthis pulled her mask down around her neck and resumed her task of petting the small dog in her lap. He seemed to like her, much to his owner’s chagrin. 

The kaldorei had her reasons for the breaking and entry of Rommath’s home; she always had a purpose. Well, usually had a purpose. This time was no different. 

                      “Everyone knows I am going to hell.”

The Grand Magister stopped in his embrace of the kaldorei’s face, glaring at her through an unreadable expression. He knew Nanthis’s stance on the current goings on of the world, he knew what she desired of him, and he knew what choice he would have to eventually make. But now, right now… Could he not simply just be a man seeking affection from the woman he loved? No titles, no politics, just two elves enjoying each others company. Nanthis’s worry over his state of being, or rather his status of life or death, elicited a raised brow from the magister.

He knew how painful that was. He had been there many times; as she had. Watching a loved one die was and never would be something he would take pleasure in witnessing. Rommath’s heart still twinged at witnessing that particular event with his beloved. His features softened, just barely, but noticeably enough for someone who knew Rommath well enough. “It’s going to take a lot more than this to take me down. I must remind you I am a few milennia old, I’m confident in my abilities to protect myself at this point. More importantly, I would never willingly put my head on the line like that if it means leaving you alone like that.”

It didn’t matter how many times he insisted to her that he was safe, the fact of the matter was, they both knew how powerful Sylvanas Windrunner was. And they both knew what she did to people that betrayed her. She’d witnessed it first hand with several Horde leaders. He wouldn’t have been much different.

Rommath placed his hand over hers on his cheek, squeezing it ever so lightly. “I can’t answer that.” He replied. Not because he didn’t want to but, truthfully, he didn’t know what he would decide if that time ever came. Light forbid it ever did but as the years wear on, it would be increasingly stranger times. If it meant protecting Nanthis, or his nation, he suspected he wouldn’t think twice about it. But he was no fool either. Going up against Sylvanas was a death wish in and of itself. Saurfang was more than a clear example of that.

It would all be a matter of circumstance, he supposed. If there was a way to avoid confrontation, to keep both his people and his love safe, then he would much rather opt for that. Light knows Rommath would go every route to find the best possible outcomes for both of those rather than going head first into certain doom... It truly was a tough decision to make.

With each kiss that garnered nothing from the kaldorei, Rommath pulled away to frown at the rogue. Likely knowing his intentions of distraction, just for the moment, she seemed….Not a fan. Thankfully his efforts weren’t in vain as, with the last kiss from the magister, he seemed pleased as her hand went to the back of his neck to pull him into a proper kiss. What he hadn’t expected, however, was the bite and tug to his lip. He gave a low growl of pleasure as one hand went to her waist.

However, whatever ounce of turned on he’d gotten from that brief moment of contact seemed to dissipate soon as she spoke. Rommath frowned deeper. He knew exactly what pros and cons the Horde served. He did not have the patience to have this conversation. Instead, he avoided the question once more by claiming his lovers lips once more, wanting to delve back into their small power play. “Must we have this conversation again?” he sighed once he pulled his head back.

“There are other things on my mind at the moment anyways. Like a certain emerald haired elf with a decent face that I really fancy.”

🗡｡･:*:･ﾟShe had to admit, she did like that little growl that he gave her. It served as a reminder that her efforts were not in vain, unlike his own. She didn’t like the idea of being distracted, and it was sometimes easier for him to do so. But this was a serious conversation that they needed to have–one that he shot down every time she tried to have it. Another kiss was her response, and he had to know that while she returned his efforts, she did not in one bit, think this conversation over. Fingertips reached for his hair, pulling it down from its holds with a small smile before they found the side of his face. It wasn’t often that Nanthis found herself to be a gentle person, but with him it was difficult not to be. They had been through a great deal together–he’d seen her death, she saw death of her mother and thousands of her people. But what she wouldn’t see, was his.

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