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Must you torment me in my darkest hour.

@valeerasanguinar is a fucking egg

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    “…You think so?” He sounded, as always, so… uncertain of himself; such that it might have been hard to imagine he’d accomplished as much as he had, and that was saying something. A glint of worry emerged in his features at the sight of her refusal to make eye contact, though Anduin did his best to imagine he wasn’t in fact adding to what tension there was between himself and the rogue. “I’d like for all the war to end. Then, we can work towards rebuilding. That’s… what I do, Valeera. It’s what I’m good at: rebuilding,” he remarked, a gentle grin once more illuminating his features. The blush was still present in features, albeit less prominent than it was before. “I could, um… use your help; with… a lot,” Anduin murmured, he himself now looking away as digits twiddled anxiously in front of him.

It was a wonder that Azeroth hadn’t fully torn itself apart with all that has happened up to this point. Valeera would want nothing more than to have the Alliance and the Horde no longer be at each others throats (but some were just so bloody stubborn!!)

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

She had the feeling that this visit was beyond just catching up with an old friend. If he wouldn’t have asked, she might have suggested the notion herself. The sin’dorei finally faces him once more, the dagger she’d been toying with now close to her chest.

“My blades are yours, my King.”

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What is Valeera's sexuality?

“I suppose you won’t leave me alone until I say anything about it, huh? Tch. Whatever.

Demi.”

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so i hear rogues do it from behind ;)

“Oh it’s the most effective way I assure you, my King.”

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*WoW Stealth Sound*

don’t be a pussy my beloved

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“Is it not too late to dip out? I didn’t ask for this.”

@valeerasanguinar: apparently i have to fight maiev && can i just not fight the 15000 year old elf built of rage

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                                                             ───   {{  ɪ don’t want to lose you, too.  }}

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@warmcngerer

Her gaze remains leveled–battling temptation to narrow her brows or roll her eyes. She should’ve anticipated this, but Valeera wanted to believe that perhaps Jaina of all people could ease up–even for a few damn seconds.

(Wishful thinking.)

A thought tickles her, forcing the rogue to bite back a smile. Draining the magic from her would probably sate her for quite a long time–if Jaina were the esteemed mage she claims to be. But that was a terrible idea and would create more problems than solve.

“No choice that–I say with the utmost reluctance–that we will have to work together. Temporarily. As in, mayhaps you can tolerate my being for a bit longer.”

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"Here, let me show you."

She watches the other intently as they focus on the task. The work is delicate, yet quick--likely the mark of one so seasoned in the art. Once they are finished the sin’dorei cants her head to the side to marvel upon their work.

“Fascinating..”

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    The softest of smiles wavered slightly at Valeera’s reaction. Concernedly did the boy-king inquire, “…I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I? I was… just trying to be honest with you, you know? You deserve honesty.” She deserved so much more, that he couldn’t manage himself. The faint shade of crimson that now occupied his face was one that signified something unspoken; something that would, on account of Anduin’s diffidence, likely remain unspoken.

    Face reddened, he went on to explain, “…There’s, um… a lot that I really admire about you, Valeera: the will of a fighter, the courage of a hero; traits I seldom find present in my allies these days. You’re a force to be reckoned with.” The heat his visage now emanated, unlike his previous smile, refused to falter. In fact, it grew even more fervent - against Anduin’s will - with each passing moment. He turned his gaze away from her beauty, one meek hand gently rubbing at his nape.

Oh gods he's flustered.

But she finds it rather endearing--especially as it accents the boyish charm he still carries since she saw him last. Her gloved finger draws along her blade’s edge.

“To be fair, I was left with little choice in that matter--either I fought, or I died. Perhaps if things had turned out differently I...wouldn't be sitting here with you..” Perhaps she and Anduin would be on opposing forces. Such a sour thought reflects outwardly in the appearance of a brief scowl upon her lips.

“There is some to admire from you as well, Anduin.” Her expression returns soft--yet she would not face him (that was more for his sake). “Azeroth is a warring world--it always has been. It takes a courage and strength all its own to retain the values you hold even after all you’ve seen and faced. It’ll take time but--I think you’ll get through to them.”

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"Of course I'm afraid."

Ever so the worrisome. He can’t help it, she figures, Anduin’s compassion is overbearing and she fears he may worry himself ill. Though Valeera doesn’t terribly mind his sentiments–rather she wholeheartedly appreciates it (but she never seems to find the right moment to express it).

“I will return, Anduin. I’ll be by your side once more before you know it.”

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Assassin’s Creed  {Sentence Starters}

“Of course I am afraid!”

“Here, let me show you.”

“Why? Why have you done this?”

“I know what waits for me. For all of us.”

“Can you lend a hand? Perhaps a blade?”

“You truly believe you were helping them?”

“They want me dead. Me! Can you imagine?”

“A small sacrifice to save many. It is necessary.”

“I killed them because I could! Because it was fun!”

“Do you think he’ll let you live? Knowing what you do?”

“It is done then. Your schemes, like you, are put to rest.”

“You’d kill people simply for believing differently from you?”

“Aside from the failure and the hatred, I envy you very much.”

“Do you know what it feels like to determine another man’s fate?”

“I applied my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly.”

“I have seen what comes of those who raise themselves above others.”

“I believe there was a book that claimed the world was created in seven days. Best-seller too!”

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    “Mm. Last I saw you, I was just barely taller than your waist, wasn’t I?” he inquired with a brow delicately perked in Valeera’s direction. Indeed had the male grown since their previous meeting, yet he was still nowhere near the tremendous height or size of his late father. With his relatively small, lean frame was Anduin quite comfortable. Tilting his head back upwards - that Valeera might have been able to look upon the blue of his hues that he did, truthfully, treasure quite a bit - Anduin remarked, “I’ve done a lot since then, and I trust you have as well.”

    Only slightly did he shift in his chair, for a moment gazing at Valeera with a longing he’d yet held within him after all these years. His smile wavered briefly, neutrality capturing one side of it. With his gaze once again cast towards the blood elf’s feet, Anduin spoke; far more solemnly, this time around, “…You know… I used to think that what you, father and Broll had was, well… something I could never hope to be a part of myself; but… the words you spoke just now… I don’t know how you did it, but… those thoughts - the ones that lingered for a decade - have melted into nothingness. Just… being in your presence, it… It fills me with an ease I haven’t felt for an immeasurable span of time…”

Her days spent as a gladiator was reminisced upon with--what one could say was “mild fondness” (Although more recently perhaps it had been Valeera’s coping mechanism...) Her dagger is tilted from side to side and upon finding a dulling edge, the whetstone is retrieved and slid against it.

"You are his son--it'd be rather unfair to you wouldn't it? Well--that is only a partial factor to my reasoning for my loyalties.." Valeera purses her lips into a smile, tilting the dagger around once more--at least until hearing the last of his words.

To be terribly frank, it wasn’t common for one to admit at being fully at ease in the presence of a rogue--unheard of, even. She blinks at Anduin, earning him a shrug of her shoulders and a sheepish grin to boot. “Uhm. Thank you... That...means alot to me..”

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“No, not at all!” She is gingerly holding the tip of a common dagger between her fingers. “But you are in my way and I’d hate for it to be an accident.” A jerk of her head would direct Lili to the shoddily painted target on the wooden wall.

“I’ll get 60 silver if I make this mark and I’m trying to prove a point!”

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“whoa, whoa, whoa, put the knives away, bub!” snout scrunches a bit as she acts tough in the face of the rogue. “would ya really cut up a little girl?”

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( icon change o:! finally finished from the sketch i did last night )

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    The words she spoke to him, the promise she made - though it almost immediately filled a VOID that had previously taken up residence in Anduin’s heart - caught him by surprise, the softest of gasps his only initial response. “You… will?” he managed to get out, for so long blinded by the concept that, because he was not his father, not Varian, she did not hold him as close to her heart, if at all.

    “I-I… That sentiment, it… It means more than I can express at the moment…” the boy-king nearly sputtered, the tears that gently flowed from glowing azure pools now spawned out of a joy he hadn’t felt for what seemed like generations he hadn’t spent living. He dipped his head, expression veiled save for a slightly disjointed smile as he spoke, “I have. What was it you said we humans age like? Cheese?” A soft snicker of his would further lighten the milieu.

She nods once paired with a determined glint in her eyes to cast away any disbelief in her sincerity. She had failed Varian once and Valeera could not--would not bear the thought of losing Anduin through any means. And no time would be more greater, in the wake of uncertainty and the expectations that others will hold for the new High King. She was likely what he needed; one untouched by bias. One who would hold the meaning of true loyalty.

“Cottage cheese.” She playfully corrects him. One of the orcish daggers are in her care once more and the sin’dorei holds it forward and blade flat, turning it in grip so that the metal casts a reflection of them both as they sat. One tinted with sickly green at that--much unflattering otherwise.

“And I, a fine wine.” Valeera says proudly before letting loose a chuckle. “It had been some--” She tuts in thought. “--10 odd years since then hasn’t it?”

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anduin: valeera get up and help me clean valeera: not enough energy anduin: ಠ_ಠ