#♛┊𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢. 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝑦 ⁽ᵛ; ᵐᵃᶤᶰ⁾

[lionslight]

She remains silent as her fingers entwine with the King's, and a peck on the cheek for luck!

     a gentle hum followed the gesture, warmth flowing between the two bodies of flesh and blood as it would a pair of stars amidst a backdrop of night. while intimate himself, anduin seldom was able to experience reciprocation of any sort; not when pang after pang of DISILLUSION grazed his heart at the actions of would-be comrades and advisors. taelia was something else, however. they hardly knew eachother, and yet it felt as though they’d known eachother for years. between the king and the ward was there not a sliver of ANIMOSITY, and it was this fact which solidified the comfort her presence bestowed unto anduin’s spirit.

     her actions nurtured a blushing smile - a rarity in times of war, distress and AGGRAVATION - which soon blossomed into another kiss. in a swift and fleeting moment did his lips embrace her own; and as he drew away, that devious, coquettish glimmer surfaced in both eyes. well-aware of his intentions and the effects his actions engendered, the priest pivoted on one foot and departed at a mellow pace, hips swaying with a PROVOCATIVE passion all the while.

[lionslight-archive]

“i made it myself, which explains why it’s a little burnt.”

♡ valentine’s day starters, fluff edition

     such an awakening being one with which he was unfamiliar, anduin felt CHERISHED nonetheless to be met with such a sudden and kindly gesture. even in their groggy state, blue eyes shone with glinting AWE as valeera offered unto him the meal in question: a plate of eggs and bacon, though bearing a slightly charred complexion, as was aforementioned. regardless of the gift’s state, a GLEAMING smile was worn thereafter as but a few fingers reached forth and trailed their ends along the length of the rogue’s arm, tender and gentle strokes causing their warmth to mingle. “it’s more personal that way. thank you, darling…” he reached in delicate fashion for her wrist, placing one palm to his lips in a soft and affectionate EMBRACE.

[lionslight]

     “...there’s no such thing as a good WAR.”

[lionslight]

😠 Death Glare at my muse

Nonverbal RP Starters

     from the harbor of dazar’alor, anduin descried the sight of his sworn enemy - the banshee queen - heavily protected upon the upper levels of the city’s pyramid. with the zandalari safeguarded by their loa of the skies, pa’ku, it would not have proven a worthwhile maneuver to STORM the structure by air. this would be a ground assault; one in which the trolls’ own settlements would be used as a form of cover from whatever they had to unleash upon the alliance. of course, anduin would condone no civilian deaths, instead prompting their evacuation as he and his armies pushed through the city. those wise enough to do so would flee, and live to see another day; but those arrogant enough to remain would know well the might of a FOMENTED people.

     as he stood there, flanked by seasoned commanders and veterans, the young king returned the glare of sylvanas with one of his own; an expression which bore the hatred and MALICE of a thousand anguished souls, seeking naught but retribution for the lives taken from them. with a single raised gauntlet, he bestowed unto his soldiers a command, voice resonating across the light which carried it, “warframes at the front, and everyone else behind their cover. escort all non-combatants out of the city, but ensure those who resist are made to stand down by force. i want a clean path cut to our destination: the dark lady of the horde. we came here for justice - to avenge the fallen - and by the light, we shall have it!” vociferous cheers ERUPTED in response, and in turn did several towering suits of holy energy land before anduin’s forces and begin their march forwards.

[lionslight]

🤝😚

Nonverbal RP Starters

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

     a familiar warmth was at first felt across the surface of anduin’s palm, though it soon began its gradual ascent up his arm and into the CONFINES of his soul. there was an unexplained sense of peace he felt whenever within the ward’s presence; perhaps something as simplistic as the lack of ODIUM between the two of them, or perhaps something much more. regardless, a vivid hue of pink blossomed across the softness of his visage at the following gesture, and laughter ethereal in nature was swiftly unfettered in response. lithe digits grazed gently against her own as he murmured, “you’ve grown awfully comfortable around me, haven’t you? i like that.”

[lionslight]

@anierous-sunblade looks upon vengeful tides

     aboard the alliance carrier transporting troops to the shores of zandalar, anduin surveyed the arboraceous landscape through a royal spyglass. the resistance of the zandalari empire would be unequivocal, he knew; but they had brought the alliance to their doorstep through their partnership with the horde, and would be made to SUFFER if they could not bring themselves to surrender. unfortunate, but a necessary evil if the schemes of the warchief were to meet their end once and for all. anduin set the spyglass aside and exhaled.

     “form ranks,” he announced, and in an uncharacteristically VAPID tone of voice. “i have my doubts that the zandalari will be deferential enough to allow us safe passage in their homeland, but in order to bring an end to this war, the warchief must fall; and atal’dazar is where she and her horde have rooted themselves.” it wasn’t as if the zandalari were without blame themselves, their forces having come into conflict with the alliance on numerous occasions prior to the blood war; but they were not the priority. the zandalari hadn’t burned teldrassil. the zandalari hadn’t blighted lordaeron. the zandalari were merely an instrument, meant to protect sylvanas from the alliance’s WRATH - and by the light, anduin prayed to himself, they would not succeed in that goal.

[lionslight]

@goddessfavored looks upon vengeful tides

    against the wishes of many, the high king had chosen to make an appearance in darkshore; one he had failed to make when the horde first RAMPAGED across its glades. although the alliance still battled their hated foe in arathi, kul tiras, and other locations, it was here that the torch of war had been lit - and where the warchief of the horde was due to make an appearance. a siege on the capital of zandalar was imminent, but he had since postponed the effort, for no reason was there to STRIKE where the banshee queen was not.

     darkness loomed overhead. it was not the void he was all too familiar with, but something more; something different. a similar shadow, cast now by none other than the grace of elune herself. anduin did not pretend to understand the goddess as he did the light - but the CHILL which had since entered his bloodstream, he knew, was indeed her doing. was it fear he felt? despair? grief? even from his disheveled appearance - a near to gaunt visage, accentuated by a pallid tone of skin and a cautious luster in azure eyes - one could not discern it; not even he himself. unto tyrande, the hooded priest spoke nothing; merely STARED, as if wordlessly seeking solutions to questions without answers.

[lionslight]

@galehcart looks upon vengeful tides

     brennadam was only the beginning, it seemed. while an INVASION of stormsong valley had been one matter, horde forces were beginning to storm kul tiras from every side; every shore, and every harbor. tiragarde sound was no exception, as ironclad dreadnaughts neared closer and closer to the coastline. from the ramparts of boralus, anduin stared, and he sneered, “it was only a matter of time. the horde has shown little more honor than the irontide, but you’ll find they’re far more versed in the art of PLUNDERING.” he had been their captive once before - witnessed their tactics and their strategies, and known the hearts beating in the chests of their soldiers. they would regret not ending him that day.

[lionslight]

@lady-proudmoore cont. from here

     no IGNORANCE was there in the face of such blatant insinuation. cobalt eyes were rolled as the priest scoffed, speaking quietly enough so that only jaina could hear his reply, “the demands of the crown leave little room for me to engage in such endeavors myself. perhaps you could impart some of your own experience in courting royalty to miss fordragon.” truthfully, anduin would have much rather been able to devote his time to the mellow affairs which came with romance and courtship; but if there was one truth the king knew well, it was the value of his HEART. it was not some prize he would so willingly bestow, even to someone like taelia. “...and if you intend to, best of luck. it’s like the concept of matrimony escapes her.”

[lionslight]

     outside the lightbringer’s tomb, he rested upon one of the two benches beyond the sepulcher’s stair, his gaze FIXATED upon the light which the structure itself seemed to emanate; one all too familiar to his own. a sigh emerged, and the king returned his eyes to the tome in his lap: a biography of uther’s heroics and deeds as highlord of the silver hand - a position since taken up by a hero of azeroth, who had then led their fellow knights to victory against the burning legion. he was no knight himself, but anduin had respected deeply the lightbringer - and those like him - for the justice he apportioned. it was only natural that the young priest would honor the memory of one of azeroth’s most MOURNED champions.

[lionslight]

👀 + “I’ve noticed you’re spending a considerable amount of time in Boralus.” *glances at Taelia, them back at him* “Are you enjoying the city?” she smirks.

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

     veil down, the priest analyzed for a moment the comforting novelty which boralus had to offer him. a few digits trailed the silken lining of lightweave garments as he admitted, “it is a reprieve from stormwind, where i feel INCARCERATED by the weight of the crown. there, i am expected to abide, docile and detached from the affairs of war and politics; a figurehead for the people to place their trust in, and nothing more.” though he relished and took advantage of every opportunity to bring his subjects the comfort they more than deserved, anduin was not one to remain idle while brave men and women BLED for a cause he could not affirm was wholly righteous in nature. “a king must reside where his people need him most, and that place is not being SEQUESTERED inside a palace.” as prince, it had been his prison. as king, no such boundaries would dare to hold him back.

[lionslight]

@lady-proudmoore is hunting the veiled hand!

     preventing the actions of DEMENTED acolytes did not initially come across to anduin as the most ideal bonding activity, what with how old wounds were bound to be opened anew. still, he could think of no other alternate which would prove even half as productive. their two mares - those which served as the humans’ mounts for the time being - had finally reached the border between elwynn and redridge as he explained, “the veiled hand formed shortly after my father’s death. they felt unrest at the alliance’s defeat at the hands of the legion, and felt i was UNFIT to lead them; so they sided with what they perceived to be the greater power.”

     anduin recalled SHARPLY the blade of a demonic assassin which had nearly punctured his heart; nearly, had it not been for his swift reflexes. “i had barely come to terms with my crown when they made an attempt on my life, and nearly brought stormwind to ruin. you... weren’t there, to see it happen...” a bitter silence arose between the two as their steeds pressed forth, past the divide known as three corners. lakeshire was north of their location, just over the hillside. it was here that the veiled hand had launched yet another ASSAULT upon the townsfolk, intent on collecting sacrifices for their imprisoned master.

[lionslight]

@galehcart is hunting the veiled hand!

     “look out!” at the behest of one open palm, a light-borne spell reached for the ward, pulling her swiftly from a location where, moments later, a dreadsteed would have trampled her entire body outright. the demon’s hooves clattered forward, its rider pulling harshly upon FOUL reins and directing it back towards the target.

     eastvale. ordinarily a logging camp and residence to many humble but noble peasants, farmers, and other able-bodied countrymen; now the site of needless SLAUGHTER, felfire choking settlements which had stood there since anduin was a mere child. this was nothing unexpected of the veiled hand, unfortunately. since their formation after the alliance’s failure at the broken shore, they had consistently pillaged and ransacked various hamlets of the kingdom. eastvale was just today’s MASSACRE.

     “the coward king can’t even face us with his own eyes! make him suffer!” one rider exclaimed, to which more began to near the fray, each mounted atop a BALEFUL mare of hellfire. wielding blades of emerald flame, they began to charge the two. a barrier of holy energy surrounding the pair was being maintained by anduin, but it would no doubt be shattered by the incoming ONSLAUGHT.

[lionslight]

@galehcart cont. from here

     a keen glimmer arose in the PRISTINE eyes which were his own, the youth so very adept at sensing the effects he had on taelia (he knew how to make her squirm). knowingly, anduin crept ever-closer, soft and delicate inhales and exhales coupled aptly with the gentle blush which ILLUMINATED a fair visage. still silent, he held his smaller form up against her own, eyes shutting as plush lips pressed against the underside of her jawbone - then slightly higher, upon the olive skin of her cheek - then even higher, towards her cheekbone. he gave a quiet giggle of his own as more of the same gesture ensued, with all sense of direction fading as his target was, in a word, peppered.

[lionslight]

@galehcart​ cont. from here

     faint amusement flickered beneath the surface of anduin’s veil, a golden aura resonating from the entirety of his priestly form. “i do live here, you know,” he teasingly CHIDED, steps taken forwards; a gentle, subtle sway of his hips just barely noticeable throughout. his gaze went beyond taelia for a moment, inspecting her handiwork on the dummies - and he found himself more than impressed by the ward’s efforts. he was never as gifted at martial combat, nor had he ever truly strove to be. “you remind me of my father. his eminence alone was enough for his enemies to FEAR a fight with him. and please... call me anduin.” a kindly tone emerged as he turned to face her, bits of loose hair shimmering beneath his hood; as if their blonde hue allowed them to be touched and embellished by the light itself.

     for a moment, the young priest seemed to focus on taelia in an almost scrutinizing manner; and it wasn’t long before concealed features grew just a tad more luminous than before. snickering softly, he spoke, “you know... part of being a priest means i can peer into the thoughts and feelings of others. i’m, well... you’ve got quite a bit going on in there, i see.” purposefully, he remained VAGUE in terms of just what those thoughts and feelings were, for anduin knew she was more than aware of that much herself; or at the very least, she was now.