#dal'de

Little cross stitch Valentine's Day Kiss by @celestialkiri ^w^

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massageHravart / Dal’de

Dal’de groaned, and ice pack against her nose. She’d gotten into a fight with some big drakkari troll - and who did that bastard think he was, cornering Kiri like that?!

Of course Dal’de had come flying to her rescue. He was a big man, unfortunately, and one good hit had Dal’de dazed on the ground - and to her rescue, had come Hravart.

Small, innocent Hravart, who apparently could pack a wallop when he wanted to. He’d slammed his staff into Rapsora’s face so hard the wood splintered, but it was enough to stun Rapsora, and it gave the three trolls time to escape to a safer part of Orgrimmar.

Dal’de rolled her shoulders, watching the entrance to the room. The knob turned, she tensed, and Hravart walked in back first. She stared at him, bemused, then blushed when he turned around. He was carrying a tray with what looked to be sweets and tea on it. She’d have to wait till he was closer to really be able to tell.

That, and his low collar was very distracting.

“How be your nose?” he asked, voice as soft as his touch when he reached her.

“Um…” she hesitated, flinching when Hravart prodded her nose, “hurts a little.”

“Hm,” he pursed his lips and she stared, then felt a soothing heat over her nose. Right, Hravart was a priest. Healing people was his specialty.

“I didn’t be knowing you be that strong,” she muttered, scrunching up her nose a few times to test it out. Hravart chuckled, shaking his head before turning to the tray he’d set down.

“Most people don’t be knowing. I be having a lot of natural strength - my muuka and chaako might be owning a flower stall and be dedicating their time to herbs, and flowers, but fact of the matter be that my muuka be a shaman, and my chaako be a warrior. They both be strong,” he shrugged, then patted the best. Dal’de could see clearly that the objects on the tray were various oils and steaming towels.

Her blush deepened.

“Lie down. Your muscles be all tense.”

“So…”

Hravart quirked a brow at her. Dal’de wasn’t sure how to handle him when he was not a blushing, stuttering mess. Right now he exuded much more confidence than she ever remembered him having. Maybe it was because he’d grown comfortable with her?

“So I can be giving you a massage, silly!” he purred, poking her in the nose. She flopped onto her stomach in an instant, and Hravart laughed.

At least he didn’t remove her shirt or anything like that, but he did straddle her lower back. Dal’de hugged the pillow to her face as it slowly turned more and more red.

And of course, as Hravart pressed his palms firmly into Dal’de’s back and pushed them up along the muscle on either side of her spine, a groan escaped her. She shoved her face harder into the pillow. Loa, Hravart went to work on the knots in her back. That natural strength of his sure came in handy, and it was all Dal’de could do to not moan into the fluffy pillow.

She also couldn’t stand how Hravart chuckled every time she tried to muffle a particularly loud moan.

“You be stoppin’ with ya laughin’!!” she wailed into the pillow - and then a violent shiver raced down her spine when Hravart leaned over her. His hair brushed against the bare skin of her neck.

“Don’t be so embarrassed, Dal’de,” he said, quiet laughs following the words, “if it be feeling good than it be. I be used to it, y’know? I be a priest.”

All Dal’de could do was whine against the pillow, and Hravart shook his head, going back to his efforts of loosening up the muscles in Dal’de’s back.

BOOM BITCH!!!!!