#it was nice to remind myself of who kael ACTUALLY is as a character and why i liked him so much hehe
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KAEL TRIVIA TIME (:Ā Ā Ā Ā i meant to do these in honour of it being his bday but i pissed about all day so itās already the 9th for me. HOWEVER he isnāt a real person and doesnāt have real people feelings so i can ignore and do what i want. the following pieces of info are all little facts about kael that have come up in various ways over the years since i started writing him (since 2014, if he want to get specific). a lot of this was established while he was still a final fantasy oc but iām trying to scrap anything TOO specific to his original plotline. i donāt think iāve said much about kael on this blog so, if youād like to know more about him, itād be neat if you could give this a read! <3Ā Ā (he is one of my fav ocs, as evidenced by the fact he still exists after all this time, and i just like him hehe)
DISCLAIMER: all basic stats are on his stats page and i havenāt 100% reworked his new backstory (iām getting there, i just have no attention span) so all of this is going to be stated without much context sorryyyyyyy
kael just really fucking loves cats. historically, he hasnāt been able to own a cat and heās been extremely upset about it but i might just give him a cat now bc i already decided he gets to be semi-famous in this plotline so he can probably actually afford it this time. anyway, this love of cats IS a very important character trait. (actually, he likes animals as a whole, he just plays favourites.)
kael canāt swim. at all. heās not scared of deep water but he tends to avoid it because he just never learned how to swim. ironically, his older brother is a professional swimmer. maybe kaelās inability to swim comes from a place of spite. his brother was the only person willing to teach him and kael possesses all the on-brand stubbornness youād expect from a younger sibling who happens to also really resent authority.
actually, kael doesnāt really care for sports in general. however, heās still somewhat athletic and he likes running in particular. he was in the track team when he was at school. he hadnāt been interested to begin with but his brother urged him to find more hobbies because he was struggling to focus his energy anywhere besides music. the only reason kael actually likes running is because heās really fast. if he hadnāt been naturally really good at this, heād have given up immediately.
i used to refuse to just say this bc i was sooooooooo scared ppl would think i was godmodding or trying to make my oc The Best but fuck it idc! kael is Very Pretty! his fc IS an era defining kpop visual so i am allowed to say this and also iāve had a weird amount of starters where somebody would just rlly bluntly tell him he was weirdly pretty. kael has an air of disarming prettiness about him but itās funny bc actually heās just some guy. i will pound with my fists all those who argue with me ):<
i think this IS on my stats page but kael has a bunch of tattoos; one between his shoulder blades (a sun, in honour of his dead best friend), one beneath his ribcage on his right side (iām reworking the design for this bc the original one was a lil random), one on his left wrist (swirly designs), one just beneath his right collarbone (just an āVIIIā bc his bday is the 8th and heās annoying) and one on his right bicep, just above the elbow (just some basic line bands in block black).
he also really likes earrings and has several ear piercings. he mostly sticks to rings (incl. those rings piercings that are just two wings connected by a little chain) and studs but might wear dangly stuff on his lobes. AND he has a navel piercing. he doesnāt always wear anything in it but itās there.
kael dyes his hair a lot but black and blonde are the colours he returns to most, the former because he wants to give his scalp a break sometimes and the latter bc thatās his favourite. heās not afraid to admit he thinks blonde is a hot look for him.
he doesnāt have much of a sweet tooth and hates most cake. the only dessert he seems to actually enjoy is ice cream but he tends to like the more controversial flavours, such as mint. he loves mint as a flavour in general.
however, he LOVES spicy food. he can handle pretty spicy stuff and it doesnāt really seem to bother him much. if it DOES bother him, however, thatās almost a plus point. itās like a fun little challenge <3
people arenāt super aware of this part of kaelās personality because he outwardly appears at this quiet, stoic guy (mostly heās just quiet and has RBF but oh well) but heās actually pretty clumsy. he trips over his feet a lot and is always dropping stuff. he loses stuff a lot too but heās had enough experience misplacing stuff and not having the money to replace it to get pretty decent at finding stuff again.
heās scared of bugs, especially spiders. for most bugs, he tends to put up a front about it and acts like itās just vague discomfort but he is incapable of pretending heās not afraid of spiders.
kael will just Say Shit and refuse to elaborate. very often misunderstood as a result. out of respect to kael, i will also not elaborate on this. just know that he doesnāt always think before speaks and itās usually easier for him to just not talk ASDFGHJHGFDS
maybe this is why heās really bad at making friends lmaooo
heās the kind of guy who has nothing but an energy drink for breakfast and then wonders why heās dizzy by lunchtime.
he has a lifelong onesided rivalry with rich people. even though heās better off in this plotline thanks to being vaguely famous, this still applies.
kael tries to do his own makeup and hair styling where he can. he spent years trying to perfect his own looks and become The Ideal Kael so heās pretty confident in his own skills. (i once had an AU where he ended up as a makeup artist asdfghjgf)
kaelās preferred instrument, besides his voice, is the guitar and heās GOOD at it. initially, he was a better pianist than a guitarist because he started off learning to play music on the keyboard but his focus on guitar over the past few years has helped him improve there as well.
ANYWAY I RAN OUT OF THOUGHTS and iām bored of writing this post. if i think of anything else important, iāll make a second part but these are just some old, long-established kael facts i wanted to share <33
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fools rush in
Quelāthalas may sit on the coast of Lordaeron, but it has never been a naval nation. Kaelāthas has never been quite so acutely aware of his peopleās lack of seafaring abilities as he is now, bent over the side of a ship and fighting a losing battle against seasickness.
āHold on. Weāre nearly there.ā
He sends a venomous glare Rommathās way. His friend seems perfectly at ease on deck, only moving to shift his weight so he doesnāt stumble with the sway of the ship. Looking at him, Kaelāthas could almost believe his motion sickness is a personal weakness rather than a quelādorei trait.
Fortunately heās seen Lorāthemar looking a little green for the whole journey. Rommath is the real outlier here. Probably out of spite. He wouldnāt be caught dead displaying any kind of vulnerability, let alone something as small as seasickness.
āYouāve been saying that for hours,ā he grits out in response.
Rommath shrugs, unconcerned by Kaelāthasā plight. āNearly is an imprecise unit of measurement, Iāll admit it.ā
āAlthough this time heās right,ā another voice intervenes. āWe will be in view of Theramoreās harbor in under two hours.ā
Kaelāthas blissfully closes his eyes as Jaina lays a hand between his shoulder blades. Her magic sinks under his skin and the chill of it soothes his nausea to a point he no longer feels like he might throw up at any moment.
āRemind me why Iām subjecting myself to this again?ā
Jaina chuckles warmly. āBecause you are my dear friend and you wish to support me during an important change in my life?ā
āI should have taken a portal with my fatherā¦ā
āAnd miss watching me dissolve into a ball of nerves in the next few days?ā
Itās true that the diplomatic delegation from Quelāthalas wouldnāt be privy to Jainaās slow descent into panic during the preparations for her coronation. Thatās a privilege reserved for Kaelāthas only ā and the two friends he was made to bring along as bodyguards, technically.
Of the world leaders who are coming to witness the event, few will be lucky enough to enjoy Theramore outside of official functions. Kaelāthas is willing to suffer countless journeys by sea for the joy of watching Jaina get drunk in a sailorās pub for the last time before she has to act like a proper monarch.
Affecting a greater misery than what he already feels, he says, āStill. For all that trouble, I better be here for your dress fitting.ā
Jaina shudders at the thought. She may be a princess, but she clearly hasnāt gotten used to all the annoying little details of royalty. Or she forgot after too many years in Dalaran. Kaelāthas grins. Itāll be years, if not decades, before he has to be in her place. He intends to enjoy the spectacle while he can.
Schooling his features into something more serious, he turns gingerly to face her. The deck rolls beneath his feet and he has to hold on to the banister or fall flat on his face.
āHow are you holding up?ā
She quirks up a small smile that struggles to reach her eyes. āIām alright. A little scared, butā¦ā
It stands to reason she would be, even though this coronation has been in preparation for years. Sheās been spending more and more time away from her magical studies, learning how to rule a country, ever since she turned twenty-three. Still one can never be entirely ready to lead.
The fact that the date had to be moved forward because of an attempt on her fatherās life must not be helping her anxiety any.
āHave you received news from your father?ā He asks, knowing the subject a little easier to deal with. Daelin Proudmoore has recovered quickly from the botched assassination, and has been more preoccupied with rooting out the conspirators than with healing from his wounds.
She nods, gazing at the horizon. Kaelāthas can just start to make out Theramore from the grey sky, though itās more creative interpretation of a vaguely rocky shape in the distance; to her, it must look like home. āYes. Heās fine. Healing nicely, for all that he refuses to rest. But they still havenāt found his attacker. Heās afraid theyāll go for me, too.ā
Kaelāthas waves that concern aside. āOf course they will; the day of the coronation is the perfect occasion to get rid of both you and your father, if thatās what they seek.ā He winks at her, smiling slightly at her dismay. āThatās what you have me for. Oh, and that great hunk of a fiancĆ© you have as well, I suppose. Weāll keep you safe.ā
His exaggerated scorn when he mentions Arthas gets a giggle out of her. He doesnāt despise the man like he used to, back when Kaelāthas was infatuated with Jaina and saw him as a threat. But that doesnāt mean he has to like him. Rival or not, heās still an annoying, bruttish paladin, although he looks exceedingly pretty doing it.
āLetās hope it doesnāt come to that,ā Rommath sighs from the side. He sounds like he has little hope about the matter. Heās used to Kaelāthas and Jainaās antics: if thereās trouble to be found, theyāll find it alright. āGo get your bags, Kael.ā
āWhy? Weāve hardly arrived yet.ā
āBy the time you stumble your way below deck and up again, weāll be there.ā
Kaelāthas flips him off. But he does go get his bags; not that Rommath has a point, he just likes to take his time. And if he holds onto the railing the whole way down, well. Thatās between him and the ship.
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It wasn't an empty threat, when Kaelāthas mentioned that any assassin would probably turn up during the coronation. Every major political player of Azeroth came to pay respect to the new Lord Admiral of Kul Tiras. If someone wanted to commit some kind of political murder, now would be the time.
It also leaves the cathedral the coronation takes place in a somewhat crowded place.
Kaelāthas shifts on the uncomfortable pew while the priest drones on and twists around to look at the back of the room. He may have joked about it back on the ship with Jaina, but after three days shadowing her everywhere the reality of assassins has become much more worrying. His friend is about to leave herself open to all kinds of attacks while an old man shoves some metal on her head; it leaves a little on edge.
A cursory glance reveals no shady character hiding in the wings. If someone intends to hurt Jaina, theyāre doing a decent job at hiding it.
āStop fidgeting,ā his father hisses.
Kaelāthas rolls his eyes but lets himself be prodded into sitting straight again. He spares a brief glance for Arthas. The Lordaeronian king is entirely ignoring the people trying to engage him in conversation, and watches over the room like a hound during a thunderstorm, jumping at every odd sound.
It helps settle Kaelāthasā nerves somewhat that Lordaeronās most sword-happy paladin is on the look-out. He wonāt let anything happen to Jaina, Kaelāthas reasons, even if he must burn the cathedral down to keep her safe. Though it hopes heāll let them get out first.
Fingers ghost over the back of his hand and he all but jumps out of his skin before it registers that it is only his father trying to capture his attention.
āBe at ease,ā Anasterian whispers, a touch of humor softening his sern voice. āYouāll do lady Proudmoore no favor by feeding into her anxiety.ā
Smoothing the nascent scowl off his face, Kaelāthas calls on the years of teaching in the art of decorum to affect an air of nonchalance. He canāt quite help the stubborn frown born from his worry though. āShe has reasons a-plenty to be stressed: someone wants her dead.ā
āThis event is as safe as it can be. There is little more you can do but pretend everything will be fine, for her sake.ā
Kaelāthas adjusts the folds of his dress robes in his lap and says nothing. Itās easy for his father to say: itās not his friend whoās out there risking her life.
Human lives are so fragile. Of course he worries. And what good are the guards, if Daelin was hurt on their watch?
He only lasts about five minutes before risking a glance behind again. Nothing has changed; but he feels a prickle over the back of his neck, as if heās being watched, and it compulses him to look.
āKaelāthas,ā his father sighs.
Kaelāthas cuts him off before he can work himself into a proper lecture. āAre those the kaldorei delegates?ā
Anasterian pokes him mercifully in the ribs until he sits properly, and only then does he offer a response.
āYes. With the efforts made by the kaldorei to open to other kingdoms, Lord Proudmoore thought it polite to invite them. Something youād know if you had bothered to pay attention while I talked about this event,ā his father adds, long-suffering.
āI do listen,ā Kaelāthas says absently. He wants to get a proper look at the elusive night elves, but he thinks his father might actually hold his head in place if he tries it. Their whole whispered conversation is already stretching the bounds of propriety and trying Anasterianās patience enough as it is.
āDo pay attention, Kael. The priest is nearly done; Jaina will be here soon.ā
A coronation is a tremendously boring affair, Kaelāthas finds, even once Jaina has stepped up to the altar. The priest drones on and on about her duties as Lord Admiral, the honor, the weight of name and duty, blah blah blahā
Boring. At this point even an attempt on her life would be a welcome distraction.
Jaina kneels and her father stands before her, taking the crown off his head and holding it high above hers. He looks good, Kaelāthas notes, for a man who so nearly died mere weeks before.
āDo you swear to live by your people, for your people, and to serve and protect them as your duty demands?ā He intones.
āYes, I do.ā
The oath goes on for some time. Jaina answers each demand with unflinching certitude. Looking at her, one might never guess her nerves.
But just as Daelin lowers the circlet, abou to set it on her head, Kaelāthas feels a prickle of unease not unlike what he felt earlier. He turns on his seat, heedless of his fatherās disapproving hiss. There, in the shadows of the cathedralās upper level; a flash ofā
Spellwork.
The warning gets stuck in his throat, a half-choked yell swallowed by the roar of a ray of fire shooting across the nave. He reaches out without a thought, draws up a barrier that manages to catch the spell at the last possible moment before impact. It shatters across the translucent surface of his shield and scatters in a burst of embers and arcane. The guests underneath cry out as sparks rain down on them.
What his spell doesnāt stop is the crossbow bolt that flies in the wake of the spell. It misses Jainaās by a hairās breadth and ricochets off the tiled floor before embing itself in the wooden altar. If she had not moved at the sound of the spell being deflected, it would have gotten her in the throat.
The room explodes in motions as guests and their guards scramble out of the pews. Kaelāthas is already on his feet. He catches a glimpse of Arthasā fair head in the commotion as the paladin ushers Jaina and her father away from the scene. He backs out of the room with his sword raised high, eyes wild as he looks around. Satisfied that his friend is safe, Kaelāthas turns on his heels and run for the doors.
Rommath, who watched the ceremony from the back, calls his name as they nearly run into each other on the way out. Kaelāthas stops with a hand on his friendās shoulder.
āGet my father to safety!ā
āWhere are you going?ā Rommath yells above the din, but Kaelāthas is already running again.
āAfter them!ā
Rommathās answering invective is lost in the noise. His hand grabs Kaelāthasā robes to try and pull him back; Kaelāthas unclasps them from his shoulders and leaves the heavy fabric in Rommathās grasp as he books it.
Bursting through the doors, Kaelāthas draws a gulp of fresh air before he sees, out of the corner of his eye, two figures scaling down the cathedralās wall. He takes off after them without a second thought.
Without his cumbersome robes weighing him down he manages to keep up with the fleeing attackers ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ but only just. His feet pounding the pavement, he nonetheless fails to gain on the faster runners. They make a sharp turn left; by the time he reaches the corner theyāre nowhere to be found.
Snapping a hand forward, Kaelāthas gathers magic in his palm. This isnāt a spell heās casting, though; itās a summon.
And, bursting forth in a shower of fire and ashes, Alāar answers.
Heās already climbing up his beloved familiarās back before the phoenix has fully materialized into this plane. Kaelāthas smoothes a hand over the soft feathers of his neck, smiling slightly at the pleased sound Alāar makes, before he urges the phoenix into flight again.
They need no words to communicate. Itās for the best, as Kaelāthas doesnāt think he could muster speech with his heart beating wildly in his throat. Heās not much of a runner and there was no course at the Kirin Tor for chasing after assassins. This is all very new to him; the excitement has him nearly shaking.
Itās easier to follow the assassins from the sky ā and to gain on them as well.
Alāar dives as soon as he is above them. Kaelāthas holds on to a handful of feathers as the wind howls past his ears, confident that alāar wonāt let him come to any harm. The fugitives arenāt that lucky. Alāarās piercing cry is the only warning they get before he swoops down on them. His wings unfold to catch his fall with a sound like a forest fire; his talons glint in the light of his own burning as he extends them towards his unfortunate preys.
One is quick enough to dodge his grasp. The other gets bowled over by the force of the blow, and can only weakly struggle as Alāar lifts them off the ground. Kaelāthas jumps off the phoenixās back before he can gain altitude again, stumbling slightly on the landing.
Heās unarmed, but mages need no weapons beside their magic, though heās decent with a sword. He can deal with one measly little assassin without a blade.
At a glance, the assassin seems to be a human woman; and from the arcane energy crackling in her palm, the mage of the two as well. Kaelāthas grins. Heās one of the best duelists of the Kirin Tor. This will be a walk in the park.
The mage casts a blue-tinted spell, too quick for him to tell what it does. He catches it in front of his face, turns, throws it back, and she has to jump aside to avoid it. Good. His smile grows, all bared teeth, as his own magic bubbles up to the surface. A tongue of fire whips towards her and hits her in the chest, sending her flying back into a wall.
Dazed and more than a little singed, she cannot get up quickly enough to block his next attack, and the concussive blast knocks her out. She slides down the wall and falls to the ground, unconscious. Shame they must be interrogated still. Heād gladly have burned her to a crisp.
But at least thatās one good thing down. He tilts his head up, trying to catch sight of Alāar. He can feel their bond stretching as the phoenix flies away ā he must be bringing the other assassin back to the cathedral, to be dealt with. Good.
Behind him, he hears hurried footsteps, and a voice shouting,
āWatch out!ā
Kaelāthas turns just in time to see the mage he thought he had downed take a knife out of her sleeve and throw it with unexpected accuracy. It whistles past him, close enough to leave a line of fire along the side of his neck. Kaelāthas snaps his hand out and flames roar around his opponent before she can try another attack. They burn brighter and hotter than any natural fire, and her cry is cut short as she collapses into a pile of ashes and charred bones.
Hereās hoping the one Alāar carried away survived the initial mauling.
āAre you alright?ā
Turning to the new voice, Kaelāthas blinks owlishly at the chest that greets him before it occurs to him to lift his eyes. Itās a kaldorei, he notes somewhat distantly; his thoughts feel sluggish all of a sudden. Heāll readily blame it on the fact that this is one of the most attractive men heās ever seen ā and heās seen his fair share of beautiful men. His
He shakes himself, blinking some more to clear the haze that has settled over him. āIā yes, I am fine.ā
āYouāre bleeding.ā
Kaelāthas lifts a hand to his neck, still pulsing with painful heat, and his fingers come away slick with blood. āOh. So I am.ā The blood has an oily sheen to it, and it takes a moment of rubbing it between his fingers to realize it might actually be some kind of poison, unless his blood has all of a sudden gained some mysterious new material property.
āAre you sure youāre alright?ā The kaldorei asks again, bemused. āYou seem... shaken.ā
Waving his hand impatiently, Kaelāthas steps away from the man. āA bit of poison, nothing more.ā The ground sways under his feet nearly as much as the ship he took to Theramore; it takes all of his concentration to keep himself upright.
Real alarm crosses the kaldoreiās face. āIām going to get a healer.ā
āAh, no need. My magic will burn it away before it can deal any real damage.ā He breathes in and out slowly, trying to manage the nausea. āI just have toā¦ wait it out.ā
The kaldorei seems unconvinced, though something about Kaelāthas assurance must be enough to convince him to settle back for now.
He leans against the nearest wall. It still bears a black, slightly-greasy mark where the other mage once stood before he took care of her. His head spins, and black spots have started to appear in his field of view. Itās a good thing heās been poisoned before, else he might not know this particular quirk of his biology and panic a lot more about the situation. As it is heās quite used to the feverish feeling of his inner fire flaring to fight off the infection ā itās why heās so rarely sick, as well.
The kaldorei looks at him and then, lower, at the remains of what once was an assassin. His mouth twists in a sardonic smile.
āI followed expecting a fight,ā he says with a kind of rueful disappointment, āBut it seems thereās little for me to do here.ā
Closing his eyes, Kaelāthas exhales softly. Itās a shame he always meets attractive people when he himself is at his worst possible state. The first time he saw Jaina, he was going on three days without sleep, and looked more undead than like a dashing elven prince. āDo not worry. I might pass out yet, which would leave you free to heroically carry me back to my father.ā
He means it as a joke but in truth, heās not sure heāll manage to get back otherwise. Even if the dash after the assassins hadnāt exhausted him, the poison is quickly sapping his strength.
Tugging on his connection with Alāar in the hope that his familiar will simply fly him home, he scowls when his summoning meets unexpected resistance. The phoenix must still be in this plane, then. Perhaps he found trouble with the other assassin. Wouldnāt be the first time they struggle to pry a prey out of his talons. This bird has a grip like a bear trap.
He can already feel himself sliding down the brick wall as his legs slowly but inexorably bow under his own weight. Heās ready to cut his losses and sit down in the pile of ashes when they suddenly give out from under him for good. Thankfully, before his ego and backside can be anymore bruised by the fall, strong arms catch him around the middle and heave him back to his feet.
āYou werenāt joking about passing out,ā the kaldorei chuckles.
Dazed, Kaelāthas tries to look up at him to decipher if heās being laughed at, but all he manages is to weakly tilt back his head until it hits the manās chest. āFighting off poison is no joking matter,ā he tries to say, but his lips donāt quite manage the movement required for proper pronunciation, he thinks.
The chest heās pressed against vibrates slightly as the man hums low in his throat. After some kind of deliberation Kaelāthas is not privy to, the kaldorei ducks down and, passing an arm under Kaelāthasā knees, scoop him up as if he weighs nothing.
āWhaāā
āIāll take you on that offer of a heroic entrance,ā he says lightly. He shifts so that Kaelāthasā head rests against his shoulder and, with no effort apparent, starts walking in the direction of the cathedral.
āThat was a joke,ā he protests weakly.
āDidnāt you say poison is no joking matter? Donāt worry. I wonāt drop you.ā
āThatās very pretty of you,ā he mumbles. It doesnāt sound quite right, and he frowns in confusion before making another attempt. His thoughts are starting to feel more jumbled as his magic responds to the poison with a purifying fever. āThatāsā¦nicely pretty of you.ā
There. Perfect.
The last conscious thought that crosses his mind before darkness swallows him is that the kaldorei has a very nice laugh, and then that Rommath is going to have a stroke, if he sees Kaelāthas in this state; but he is too comfortable to care about that now.
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Rommath is indeed apoplectic at seeing his friend and crown prince brought back unconscious and bleeding. Kaelāthas, of course, only hears of it second-hand. By the time he comes to, heās lying on a fainting couch in the wing of Theramoreās castle offered to house the sinādorei delegation, and Rommath has calmed down somewhat.
Still, when he notices his charge has come awake, he doesnāt wait a second before railing on him.
āYouāre an idiot.ā
Still dazed and developing a headache suspiciously reminiscent of a hangover, Kaelāthas squints up at his best friend. āIām a genius,ā he says for the sake of argument, though as brilliant as he is it is hardly applicable now. Itās a known fact that between the two of them Rommath is the one in charge of being street smart.
āRunning on foot after two assassins, and not even dispatching them correctly ā thatās what you call genius?ā Rommath shakes his head and his shoulders drop slightly as he heaves a sigh. āWhat little of the city hasnāt seen your idiocy first-hand will know of it by tomorrow morning. Thatāll do wonders to your reputation.ā
Kaelāthas pushes himself to a sitting position and rubs his head with a scowl. āIām sure the attempt of the new queenās life will be more interesting news than my dashing attempt at revenge.ā
āPerhaps. But the nine foot tall moon guard carrying your bloody body through the streets is certainly an image thatāll stick.ā
āIt wasnāt that dramatic,ā he says, though it might very well have been, for all that he remembers of the trip back.
āTheyāll make it that dramatic. Also, you bled a lot, for such a small wound. Youāll have to properly thank the high priestess, by the way: Iām told itās a great honor to be healed by the envoy of Elune herself.ā
Rommathās dry tone nearly distracts Kaelāthas from his actual words, and it takes a second for his mind to connect the dots.
āTyrande Whisperwind healed me?ā He asks, taken aback.
āWell, her brother-in-laws did ask her directly, yes.ā
āHer brother-in-lawāā Like lightning, he realizes: few kaldorei leave their land, despite the latest efforts of the leading triumvirate to open to other kingdoms. Only the most powerful would have come all the way to Jainaās coronation. Most likely the triumvirate in person. One of which healed him, at the demand of the other one, who must be the one who carried him after he passed out from a flesh wound. He hides his face in his hands and lets out a sound halfway between a sob and a scream. āI canāt believe I fainted on Illidan Stormrage.ā
āYou made an impression, apparently,ā Rommath notes wryly. āHe told your father your aid was invaluable in apprehending the assassin. Singular. I could have sworn there were two,ā he adds airily.
āI set the other one on fire,ā Kaelāthas mumbles in his hands.
āYes, I expected that much.ā
Kaelāthas rubs his face with a low groan and drops back on the fainting couch. Maybe he could justā¦ fall unconscious again. Stay that way until theyāre back in Silvermoon. Heās sure he could put himself into a magical coma, if it came down to it.
āI met Illidan Stormrage.ā
āYes.ā
āThe most brilliant sorcerer of his time. And ours, probably.ā
āHuh-huh.ā
āAnd I passed out on him. Did I drool? Light, tell me I didnāt drool.ā
āYou did,ā Rommath says, merciless.
āI told him he was pretty.ā With feelings, mostly of mortification, he adds, āI want to die.ā
āYou had your chance already. Now youāll have to learn to flirt through the awkwardness like the rest of us mortals.ā
Kaelāthas is always flirting through the awkwardness. Heās never flirted in a way thatās not awkward. Doesnāt matter how attractive and smart Illidan is; heāll never be able to look the man in the eyes again. His beautiful, golden eyes. Who saw Kaelāthas drool probably all over his fancy moon guard armor.
A magical coma sounds more appealing by the minute.
#writing#world of warcraft#kael'thas sunstrider#illidan stormrage#grand magister rommath#jaina proudmoore#long post#this is a little silly but i just Had A Thought okay#anyway this takes place in a world with No Legionā¢#yes the sundering and chism of elves still happened. why? who knows#civil war probably
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