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Illadryn scowled, a deep expression filled with anger and upset. In his mind, a little voice pleaded for him not to be stubborn, to accept Illidan’s presence for one last time. But his pride overrode it. Why would Illidan care that he - some fake - was leaving the land of the living?

“Shan maybe, him no,” he said firmly, a sharp sting to his voice. “He made it very clear how he sees me, and I’ll not prove him right by how I look now.”

He reached out for Tyrande’s hand, his features resetting to a look of sorrow.

“I cannot apologise enough for this my love… I hope you can forgive me for storming into your life and now being stupid enough to end up falling out of it… I never should have absorbed so much mana from the Nightwell… But I hope you understand why I did. I wanted to save everyone… To be the hero I was always groomed to be and stop the Legion so you don’t have to see any more elves suffer. I always said, no sacrifice is too great if it brings an end to them… And I suppose that means me as well.”

“Fine whatever. If he gets on my ass about it I’m having Elune tell you to tell him it was your idea.” She says less amused than she was initially. By now she was legitimately upset and about ready to pull the moon goddess out of the sky herself.

“Well you are famous for being impulsive aren’t you? But I am not so easy to give up. I haven’t exhausted all of my resources yet and I will not stop until I do.” She looks back towards the door and thinks about storming out now, about calling down a lunar storm to force the answers she wants but she knows better. 

She runs a caring hand over his and is determined to no make this the last time. She is Tyrande Whisperwind, chosen of Elune and she will make the very heaven bow to her will if that’s what it takes to make things ok.

“If you are alright with my leaving I will go summon Shanarra.” 

“And.” She thinks to herself. “Have a talk with the First Arcanist.” 

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"Tyrande!" Illadryn called in a hoarse voice. This was it... The withdrawals had reached heights he'd never experienced before. His magic addiction was going to kill him. After spending several days barely coherent, he managed to stay lucid long enough to call for his mate. He had to tell her now... To apologise that Elune was calling him home... To apologise for being so stupid.

Tyrande had been busy lately, she’d had to assemble a team of Sentinels to send down to the Broken Shore on her behalf as well as keep an eye on the goings on in Suramar. Once again she was finding herself too busy to worry about her family troubles or perhaps that was why she was throwing herself into her work full-stop.

But she had been in their makeshift house in Shal’aran when he called for her and heart sank. She knew he was unwell but she was out of options there was nothing she could do to help him and if her research into how the older one did it proved anything it was that there was no better for them. 

She walked into his room saying nothing about the state of things, this was hardly the time to chew him out. She perched beside him and her glowing silver gaze met his with a familiar look of concern. 

“What is it dear?” 

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He was laying in bed, the covers tucked in around him, but whether he was hot or cold seemed to change from minute to minute. No glow could be seen behind his blindfold, and his face looked gaunt and pale. If he looked as awful as he felt, Illadryn had no doubt he resembled a Nightfallen more than a Night Elf. A Nightfallen on the verge of losing his mind.

Blindly and sluggishly, his arm lifted, his hand reaching for the direction of the door and Tyrande.

“Tyrande… I am sorry for calling you in here… To see this… But you must because you must listen,” he said, a pleading edge to his voice. “I think… I may be dying. That’s not me being dramatic either… I can no longer get up. I can no longer see. The madness is pawing at my mind.”

“I don’t even think the Arcwine will help me now… And the Nightwell has been depleted without the source of its power… I am sorry… This is the last thing you need, I know, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold on…”

As she looked at him she was finding herself even more worried. How long had he looked like this? Had she not noticed? She frowned semi-relieved that he couldn’t see that she was upset. How could she claim to care about him when she could barely bring herself to watch this happen to him. 

“Shall I fetch Shanarra and Illidan then? I can’t imagine you want to face such a thing without speaking to them as well.”She wasn’t sure why she said what she just said, shock perhaps, otherwise she never would have entertained such a ludicrous idea. No matter what her eyes were telling her surely Illadryn was really dying.

No I will not allow that. I will move heaven and Azeroth alike to make him well again. 

The thought tore through Tyrande’s mind and for the briefest of moments the High Priestesses eyes flashed a deep purple colour, the colour of Shadow magic. But she settled back to her normal positive vibe rather quickly....one of them had to be after all. 

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"Tyrande!" Illadryn called in a hoarse voice. This was it... The withdrawals had reached heights he'd never experienced before. His magic addiction was going to kill him. After spending several days barely coherent, he managed to stay lucid long enough to call for his mate. He had to tell her now... To apologise that Elune was calling him home... To apologise for being so stupid.

Tyrande had been busy lately, she’d had to assemble a team of Sentinels to send down to the Broken Shore on her behalf as well as keep an eye on the goings on in Suramar. Once again she was finding herself too busy to worry about her family troubles or perhaps that was why she was throwing herself into her work full-stop.

But she had been in their makeshift house in Shal’aran when he called for her and heart sank. She knew he was unwell but she was out of options there was nothing she could do to help him and if her research into how the older one did it proved anything it was that there was no better for them. 

She walked into his room saying nothing about the state of things, this was hardly the time to chew him out. She perched beside him and her glowing silver gaze met his with a familiar look of concern. 

“What is it dear?” 

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『Cathedral of Eternal Night』

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Imprisoned (AU)

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He looked up mid-clean-up to see Tyrande place the books on the table. His heart fluttered in an eager way… How long had it been since he just curled up somewhere, feeling parchment in his fingers and absorbing all the knowledge he could get his hands on?

To his credit, despite his excitement to read, he finished the job, whereas perhaps in his youth he wouldn’t have.

“Thank you…” he said, picking up the first gently. He ran his fingers over the cover, feeling the grain and the embellishments on it. He went to the couch and sat, opening the book and taking a deep breath through his nose. For probably the first time since being released, an actual, genuine smile appeared on his cracked lips.

“I love the smell of books,” Illidan said. “There is something… Oddly calming about it. Even if they are old and a bit musty… In fact that makes it better. The parchment, the ink… Sometimes I find I like it even more than my favourite foods.”

She was impressed that he finished cleaning up, she felt bad for thinking that he wouldn’t but she also recalled how he could be sometimes before they had locked him away. She supposed she should have known better.

She was happy to see him relax and appear to feel something other than overwhelming stressed as he had been since she brought him here. Perhaps  the books would help settle him in the long run, after all he had been through it was apparent that some things hadn’t changed.

“You are free to browse through the shelves any time you like or if what I pulled out doesn’t interest you.” She said nodding to the two book shelves in the corner of the room. “With everything that’s changed among our people it is nice to know that we’re still interested in writing.” 

She sighed the events of a few hours before finally baring down on her.

“I don’t want you to worry about what may happen, no matter what I promise you will remain a free man. That is my word and may Elune strike me down if I’m lying.” 

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Imprisoned (AU)

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“Oh…”

It seemed like a lack-lustre answer, but he wasn’t sure what else to say. Of the three of them, he had loved the cities the most. He remembered fondly field trips to Eldre’thalas and hanging out with friends on the streets of Suramar. The latter he had seen ravaged by the war but… Gone?

His hands tightened on the edge of the step, his knuckles paling to white. The demons caused this. The demons and that damn greedy bitch of a Queen.

He’d always been indifferent to Azshara. Since he wasn’t Highborne, he’d never met her or anyone close to her, and didn’t care much for politics or social graces - much to his father’s disgust. But he did meet her after his ‘audience’ with Sargeras, and his spectral eyes soon saw through the Queen’s so-called charisma. But she was dead now, as were all those responsible for the war. Illidan hoped they all writhed in agony in the Shadowlands.

“Perhaps… I could trouble you for some reading material,” he suggested as they returned to her living room. “I presume there are books and records of the last 5,000 years… It would save you the trouble of having to tell me everything.” Plus, Illidan loved books.

His eyes spotted the smashed bowl from earlier and the splattered cold soup. His ears pinned back and he moved towards it, leaning down to start cleaning it up.

She had no indication that his reaction to her news phased her, since she knew it was better that he know from her than find out in a less warm way. She knew it must be hard to accept that the world as he remembered it was gone, she still had a hard time excepting it and she hadn’t been locked away from thousands of years.

“Not a problem at all I have several on the topic that might interest you.” She said  as they walked back into the living room Tyrande taking it upon herself to go walk over to her bookshelf and comb it for the volumes in question.

She almost wanted to tell him that she would clean up the mess when she saw him go to clean it but she didn’t want to discourage him from cleaning up or start any arguments with him when she knew he was vulnerable.

“The books are on the table by the couch for whenever you’d like them.” She remarked.  

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Tyrande was short by night elven standards but it wasn’t helped by the fact that even as a full blooded elf her mate was huge. 

However she was one to make the best of any situation  and as they lay cuddled around each other in bed she suddenly sat up and climbed onto his chest. 

“Shhhh” She hushed as he began to protest and rested a hand on his chest pushing him back down. She laid down on his chest her head resting just below his collarbone. 

Gently she pressed her lips against the spot then she scooted up to his neck and kissed there too, longer harder. She felt his hands reaching around her waist to scoot her up and he slapped them. 

“Patience dear Illadryn, I thought you’d learned that.” She teased then kissed the underside of his chin. 

Finally arriving at his lips he cupped his face in her hands and sighed. 

“You are such a handsome man. How did I ever get so lucky.”

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Imprisoned (AU)

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Sure enough, the only reaction from him when she actually did remove the arrow was a small twitch of the corner of his mouth. Otherwise, there was nothing. His leg stayed perfectly still as she bandaged it, and his eyes remained hidden behind the cloth on his face.

He had… Mixed feelings for her declaring she would defend him against Malfurion. At first, his gut reaction would have been to grin and gloat that Tyrande had finally made the right choice in which brother to support… But the other part of him felt remorseful that he might cause problems between them. Granted, by the sounds of it, most of their problems were caused by Mal himself. Illidan was angry on her behalf. But he masked all of it behind his purely neutral expression.

“I suppose Shandris will be back later to ask more questions,” he added warily. “Do you think she will come around? That she will not see me as the monster the rest have painted me to be? I confess Tyrande that I spent many years fantasising about killing elves as much as demons… To make them suffer for all the suffering I have endured… But I find that desire waning with every moment I spend with you.”

“Tell me of the world? What is it like now? I only saw the settlement at Hyjal for a brief time before I was hauled underground… Has the damage of the Well’s explosion been fully realised?”

“I imagine she will come back, and yes I do believe I can convince her that you aren’t terrible. I hardly think anyone can blame you for thinking like that given what we have put you through, but you aren’t a terrible person and I want to make sure others know it too.” She said softly.

It was strange Tyrande wasn’t sure why she felt so protective of Illidan, she knew that he would probably find it coddling if he knew that since he was fiercely independent even in the state he was in now. However it wasn’t something she could shrug off either, she couldn’t deny that she was starting to feel an affection for him.

She blinked a few times processing his question, she had been living in this new world for long enough that she had pretty much become accustomed to it. It was only now that she remembered how foreign it must seem to him.

“It is different. We have managed to scatter across the new land mass and resettle. But the lands are different now and it would seem  we’ve lost a great many of our major cities. Suramar, Eldre’Thalas, Then’Ralore, all either gone or in ruin. Many of us have chosen to stay close to Hyjal, settling into villages in the forests surrounding it like this one.” She explained. 

“It takes some getting used to but it’s rather nice, no where near as hectic as life in the cities were.”

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Motivation

Tyrande had been doing a sweep of Suramar on Ash’alah, after the fall of Elisande she wanted to make sure all of her troops she had sent into the city were safe. She was also there to ensure any demons that might be hiding in the dark places of the city.

She was doing a sweep of the Nighthold again, the spanning citadel was eerily quiet now and as she approached the Bridge where they had fought the gigantic demon commander. Her attention drifted off to the far shore where the bridge had once stood in full but now sat collapsed into sea.

Across the water sat a large fel-defiled building that was swarming with demons, but it was not so destroyed that the original building was no longer recognisable. Ringed around it where statues of Priestesses in prayer which appeared now as ghastly tributes to the Legion.

Once it had been the Temple of Elune, it had served the city and nurtured its daughters for as long as the Empire had stood.

Tyrande could remember when she had first walked through the grand arched entrance into the atrium on the far of which stood a great stained glass mural depicting the Pillars of Creation in the hands of the original Priestesses of Elune.  She remembered how big it had felt compared to her, just a young girl on the cusp of adulthood back then.

She remembered Dejahna and the words she spoke to each and every prospective Priestess.

     "Why have you chosen this path, Tyrande Whisperwind?"    "Because I want to protect others. Especially the ones I love."

She turned her back to the defiled temple and blinked tears from her eyes. Oh how she had so utterly failed at that which had lead her to take up the Mantle of a Priestess in the first place.  

She shook the thought from her head.No she hadn’t failed, sure it was hard but she was still fighting and she would find a solution to her problems she would save her loved ones again. She knew that she could.

Tyrande turned and walked away.

She was still feeling bitter about all this, she knew that it was hardly the goddesses fault but she was feeling so alone. She didn’t have anyone to break down to right now and even when she did she so rarely showed Illadryn her fear in case he suddenly thought less of her because of it. She wanted to go back to the months before this, when everything had great and life was just starting to open up again.

The Legion had to be stopped, she wanted that life back and she would pry it out of the cold dead hands of as many demons as she must to get it back. But first she needed to speak to the First Arcanist.

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It was clear she was every ounce as stubborn as she had always been, and Illidan stopped protesting, his jaw tensing as he kept it firmly shut. He sat down on the steps leading to the bathing area in silence. Still his thoughts gave him no peace. Maiev had to know he was gone by now… She was probably behind all the searches… He shivered to himself, almost missing Tyrande’s question.

“Mm? Ah…” It sunk in after a second. “Just do it. You’d be surprised what the centuries did for my pain tolerance. I only limped because the wound is in an awkward place.”

He looked away as she began to tend his leg, but before long, his head turned again to look at her. He watched her intently, studying just like he had studied vigorously to become a powerful mage in his youth. He noted all the things that hadn’t changed… And some that had.

“Shandris has grown up well,” he commented, unable to take the silence. It reminded him too much of prison. “When I last saw her she was barely up to my waist. I can tell she has been there for you all this time…”

Her appearance had refreshed something else in his mind.

“What of Malfurion, Tyrande. Surely my brother does not sleep eternally? He will not be pleased to see me, least of all here.”

Tyrande shifted uncomfortably as he mentioned the fact that was sure he wouldn’t notice her removing an arrow from his leg. How on Azeroth had horrible woman they had tasked with his care so easily turned to hurting him, then she remembered the way Shadowsong acted as a priestess and how she had been vindictive and horrible even then.

She tried not to let it get to her as she worked and before too long the arrow was removed and the wound healed, she then began to wrap the section of his leg in bandage to finish and then looked up to find him watching her intently.

“Hm yes Shandris has turned into quite the young elf and I am proud of her. She’s most definitely been here when others have not.” The tone of Tyrande’s voice hinting of course that she was talking about Malfurion and not the brother that was sat before her for obvious reasons.

She sighed  and patting his shoulder reassuringly.

“I don’t know what he think, but I will not let him mistreat you again. I am a priestess Illidan. A priestesses duty is to heal those who are hurt, to stop suffering wherever we find it. I could not in good conscience leave you.” 

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Off the Rails

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For a moment he simply stared at her, as if trying to figure out if she was real or not. He had been so certain that she would be angry or upset and now she wasn’t, he was disgusted with himself for thinking she would be.

He flew out of the chair, falling to his knees in front of her, and placing his head on her lap.

“Tyrande, I am sorry,” Illadryn moaned. “I should not have let it get this far but… I am afraid… What if the Legion succeeds? What if my brother will never be whole again? I am a better man because of what he has taught me, and I fear I will regress without him there… I mean this proves it, right? I couldn’t control myself with the Arcwine and now I am dependant on it…”

He didn’t even know by this point if he could even return to his old methods of quelling his addiction, or if he was now tied to the Nightwell as Thalyssra and the other Nightborne were.

“Maybe you could ask Elune to protect me… Until we save Illidan…” he mumbled. Would the Goddess even do it? He was not of this world, Her world. “He is more important… Once he is safe then perhaps we can find out what, if anything, can be done for me…”

She soothed him gently running her hands through his hair as he told her what  was on his mind.

“Shhh, Illidan will be fine. If the creatures of Elune’s creation believe it so too should we. We will restore and I’m sure he won’t be ashamed of you either, he probably understands better than anyone.

It hurt her to see him like this, so helpless and upset. She hadn’t realised how important Illlidan’s presence had become to him. Truly restoring Illidan would have a greater effect than she was sure the elder demon hunter knew. 

“I can do that, I hope...And yes once things are as they should be we can look to helping you next. There is no one more important in my life than you.” She said softly.

Tyrande then closed her eyes and focused silently imploring Elune to ease her mates burden for the moment, he was a valuable asset to them that would need in the coming fight ahead.” 

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Off the Rails

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He groaned as he slumped into the offered chair, burying his face in his hands. Why had he come here? Now she was going to know what a failure he was… Again… His eyes hurt… Stress always brought back the nagging pains and the burning sensation in his ruined sockets.

“The magic,” he mumbled. But the words were muffled my his hands and not distinguishable. With a sigh, he pulled them away and went back to hugging himself. “The magic…”

“I tried the Moonwells and they didn’t work, so I…. I carried on as I was. The Highborne refused to help… Got their own problems with addiction, they said… Why would they help the one who they think got them banished in the first place… Everything was sort of normal… Until now…”

“It always gets worse when I’m stressed… And then we came here… The Nightwell; it sang to me Tyrande. I resisted its calls and carried on… But then when we visited the city that time… When we met Korine… Someone gave me a bottle of wine. It’s the wine the Nightborne drink to stop themselves withering… The wine with pure Nightwell essence in it…”

He growled. He was sure she knew where this was going but the words poured out anyway.

“At first it was fine… Better than fine! It was pure and energising and I felt the best I have ever felt since the Well of Eternity still existed… But it didn’t last… The withdrawal came… Stronger than ever… The symptoms were harder to bear… So I drank some more… And then more… And what’s worse, being drunk helped me to forget all those stressful things too…”

He tilted his head up, staring at Tyrande with a mournful, pleading expression. This was it, she was going to tell him he was a failure and he should have tried harder.

As he went about explaining to her what was bothering him, what had lead to him drunkenly stumbling into her room in the middle of the day her expression turned to one of worry. Once she realised how long had he been hiding this from her she couldn’t help  but think it had somehow been her fault he couldn’t tell her.

The look that he gave her absolutely crushed her, how could she have let this happen right under her nose? How could she let him think her love for him was dependent on if he could succeed without help?

“It’s ok, we all have limits you know. Things have been horrendously hectic around here and I’m sorry that you’ve had to deal with it all.” She began gently trying her best to ensure he knew she didn’t blame him. 

“Is there anything I can do to help at all? I would move Azeroth itself if that was what you said.” 

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“ you’re an angel ”

Tyrande blushed heavily and hid her face for a moment. She considered Shadowmelding but she didn’t want Illadryn to think he’d offended her. It was very sweet of him after all.

“Stooop that.” She said with a girlish giggle, then stretched up to give him a peck on the lips.

“You are too sweet to me, how can I ever get you back for this?” 

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“Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?”

Tyrande blinked and seemed to be processing what Illadryn was saying to her.

“How can I sleep when you need me. I want to help you,it’s my job not only as a Priestess but as your mate.” She said the exhaustion becoming more evident in her voice.

“There has to be something, somewhere about how to fix this once and for all. Nobody should have to suffer like this, you least of all.” 

She looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his waist, tears welling up in her eyes. “I just want you to not have to suffer like this anymore.”

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Off the Rails

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Right now, Illadryn looked more like a child having been caught doing something they shouldn’t and preparing to get scolded. One arm wrapped around himself, his hand rubbing at the opposite bicep. What did he say? He looked her right in the eyes…

“I’m drunk.” he declared.

And immediately slapped his own forehead. Why the fel had that been the first thing out of his mouth?! He found the door-frame and lent against it, making a pitiful noise of disgust at himself.

“But that’s not…. Ugh… Tyrande…” He whined. “I failed… I… I couldn’t do it… Please help, I didn’t mean to fail you, to fail Illidan and Furion and Shan… I tried, I swear on Elune I tried and it didn’t work!”

He became distressed, taking short, gulping breaths of air.

“It didn’t work…”

Tyrande’s brow quirked immediately at the declaration of ‘I’m drunk’ and her expression morphed into one of concern as he continued trying to explain himself. 

She opened the door wider and stood to one side beckoning him in. She shushed him comfortingly as he walked in. “It’s alright. You didn’t fail anyone I promise.” 

She didn’t fully follow what he was so upset about but what mattered right now was that he was upset and he had come to her to help him.She gestured for him to take a seat and pulled up a chair for herself as well.

“I promise I’m not mad and I won’t be. I need you to go into more detail though dear. What didn’t work?” 

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