#samaad

Written with permission from Ileerea’s player. [ @eriene​ ]

“Do you love him?”

Ileerea blinks at the gruff elf. “Who?” Faolan nods at the distant figure of the ethereal.

“Him.”

She feels herself turn hot at once. “I—don’t—”

The armorsmith grins lopsidedly, one dimple displaying on his vein-riddled face. “Thought I’d seen it all. Been alive for too long.” Before she can deny or defend herself against his accusations, he turns away and leaves on his clunky steps.

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗Although Samaad possesses no face or body, the magical energy which permeates from him excites her inherent senses as a blood elf. It reminds her of the tingles she first experienced when she arrived at Netherstorm. He is also beautiful to look at on a dark night, too.

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗Ileerea is aware there are secrets about Samaad that she doesn’t know about, and it is the unknowing that feeds into her lingering worry that her services (and herself) are replaceable. In spite of all that, she remains inexplicably loyal to him and works tirelessly so that he may one day trust her enough.

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗Exceptionally high. She blushes at all of the terrible things she has imagined when it comes to the sound of his voice.

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗 There is a commitment already present that she isn’t ready to admit to. Not only is she convinced that there is no chance of anything happening, but she doesn’t want to bear the guilt of possibly betraying her fallen spellbreaker.