#alightbringer

❥  NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE.  || @alightbringer​   – [ pilot ] your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them.

     a quiet, lingering air of silence; of musing. the sight of the setting sun had always been so thought-provoking. albeit curious, she had not questioned the gentle hand on her shoulder that had lead her ever closer to it. to calm fear and ease qualms ─ it was something the light had always done for her. even as it faded, it left behind a brilliant show of milky orange and yellow. it reflected in the blue of her eyes like the reflection of the water’s surface. surely it had been a reminder to her. to make her think, to make her realize. how long it had been since she had not occupied herself with war that it grew increasingly difficult to imagine a life without it. such was living, though often she dreamed not to exist within it. it weighed heavily on a frail, peaceful mind. perhaps she understood. perhaps it is for that very reason that she was brought here .

     ❝ thank you, ❞ it is a hushed whisper, one hardly audible were it not for the wind that carried it. ❝ it is... beautiful . ❞

        IT HAD BEEN TOO LONG SINCE SHE HAD RETURNED TO STORMWIND; what with her father’s influence over the young boy-king no doubt spurring question amongst the peasantry as to her absence and whereabouts. Tess much preferred Dalaran’s lofty heights and purple parlours -- it’s politics just as drab as Gilneas, but the importance of her work could not be overstated. Among the people who called themselves the Uncrowned ( fitting, she thought, given her CIRCUMSTANCE ) she carved her place not as princess, but as champion; felling her enemies and gathering evidence to benefit Azeroth as a whole. But in her organisations effectiveness -- and that of the other alliances; magical and non -- the demonic threat over Azeroth had lifted, and attention now turned to the tentative stalemate between the Horde and the Alliance.

          And it, in turn, spurred her father’s call -- one that was answered reluctantly, but called her back to the cobblestone streets that webbed the capital of the Alliance; her people far less forgiving of those with more neutral inclinations.

          But there was one rejected monarch woman which Tess shared a kinship with, their stories similar in theory even if they lacked identical events. Yet. unlike the wolf-hearted woman, Aura had carved a more... traditionalist path -- at least one more befitting of the Alliance as opposed to she who stalked the shadows. Tess had always been the one to tease her about it when they were together in Dalaran, but it was not a title to be scoffed at. HIGHLORD -- guardian of a King.

          Silent footfalls approached the other as to not disturb her watch ( don’t let them see unless you mean to STRIKE ) yet beneath her careful countenance was the twitch of a smile that threatened to break her stalk entirely. Logic told her that Aura would have been made aware of Tess’ summons -- but her arrival, it seemed, might have been more obscured. And, whether she was caught or not, the first words out of her mouth were met with laughter and a widening of that once-hidden smile.