The Sunwell literally helps keep the sin'dorei alive and functioning, it’s their source of living that stops them from having to scrounge for magic and suffer withering. Because it is Light infused, it is incredibly dangerous for a load of Void-corrupted people to be near the city. So I mean. It’s not like it isn’t justified. The sin'dorei are rightfully protective of the Sunwell.

A gentle, cool breeze lightly tousled the crimson crown of the female Half-Orc. A strand of hair gingerly brushes across her scarred, stern visage as she lay upon her back, staring up at the endless sky. The rustling of the tall, mangled grass, the chirping of the birds, and the sounds of the insects were all that filled the subtle plains.

“My Lord–” she began. “I have found someone.”

The woman struggled to swallow a lump which welled in her throat as she uttered the words.

“I will never forget what you’ve done for me… My liberation, taking me in, sharing with me your heart – but…” she paused.

Slowly, she rolled her head to her left, turning her piercing, sapphire gaze to an aged, crumbling gravestone. Hot, sorrowful tears began to well in the corner of her eyes as she lifts a hand from her stomach, draping it over the empty patch of grass which lay before the stone - stroking it as if it were the hair of a person.

“He makes me happy…” she continued as she wrinkled her nose, inhaling with a harsh huff.

“He reminds me much of you.” she explained as she returned her striking stare to the sky – the rolling, dotted clouds reflecting within her eyes.

“He’s not as strong as you, by any means…” she remarked as a warm grin tugged at the corners of her lips, which part as a soft chuckle spilled forth.

“He’d probably be embarrassed to hear me say that… But…” she sighed, once more sniffling as a solitary tear rolled down the side of her cheek. “Still – he makes me happy.”

“Forgive me…” she whimpered as she raised her arm to her eyes, covering them as if to hide her disposition from the world.

A deep warmth struck her forearm as her tears clung to the fabric, soaking through as if to dry her sorrow.

“Perhaps soon I shall bring him here to meet you…”

(Thank you for the ask @clerix! Sorry it took so long to get to it! xP)

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Veros is wary of Sylvanas, and isn’t quite entirely sure what to make of her, but for the most part, he’s just sympathetic. The first thing he learned about Horde history when he joined was that of Quel’thalas, so he learned of the Scourge’s invasion and the plight of the Sin’dorei, so knowing that she fell in that battle and knowing her history makes him feel like, almost bad, and he finds it kind of inspiring. So he can’t bring himself to say he hates or likes her because he’s taking everything into account, especially the fact that he’s only been in the Horde for like, a year.

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Send “NO” to pin my muse against the wall to PROTECT THEM (full meme in link)| Accepting

         “You have impeccable timing,” Alamor remarked, panting softly as he grinned.  While he was almost certain he would have avoided that blast without the help of the other, he was rather touched to see Daelen was actually concerned for his safety.

“Unfortunately, though,” his gaze turned back to the massive demon, who began to use all its weight to swing its arm up in an attempt to strike them.  The rogue gasped, lunging at the other man to knock them both out of the way of the blow.

          Alamor replied with a click of his tongue, trying not to shift around too much to avoid any more potential pain he could bring to himself.  His arm, gashed terribly beneath the bandages, still hurt like hell.

smash or pass?

         main⋆ — “Does he even know about sex?” It’s an honest question. Though they’ve talked about a lot of things, Ezreal’s ... personal relationships always seem a little bit beyond Malzahar, and that’s fine. Most of the time when he tells those stories he just wants someone to listen and nod along, and most people would offer advice (like he needs advice, ever), or offer their own commentary (which Ezreal simply doesn’t want). Malzahar? None of that. 

     “I mean, uh, I wouldn’t be opposed, per se—have you seen him?—but if he doesn’t understand what’s going on, that’s super weird. So, if he’s into it, I’d smash him in a heartbeat. If I have to explain it ... hard pass.”

        modern⋆ — He raises an eyebrow, leaning back to better think about it. “With my best friend...? Well, I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t crossed my mind ... I don’t know if it’s the heelies that give him those abs or what, but...” Ezreal nods sagely. There were some times when they were slouched on the couch watching movies, or in his room playing video games, when the only thing stopping him from leaning over and kissing the guy was a mouthful of popcorn or the intense need to win at any cost (Malz could definitely recover quicker from a kiss than Ezreal).