aka a little drabble to help me get back into things. reblogs welcome and appreciated! <3
as the fiery essence of mulgore’s finest beverage burned its way down lor’themar’s parched throat and settled into the pit of his gut, the lord regent quietly thanked the spirits that his tolerance for alcohol was still strong as ever.
it was time for his annual drinking fest, after all. and yet, alas, none of his friends were anywhere to be found. even as they had ascended to the top of the hierarchy of quel’thalas (unintentionally, he might add), lor’themar, halduron, rommath, aethas, and liadrin had all tried to have moments like these, moments where they were no longer ‘grand magister’, or ‘ranger general’, or even ‘lord regent’. where they simply existed.
“more firewater, my lord?” the pleasantly soft voice of the innkeeper rang from across the room as lor’themar gazed upon the empty spaces beside him.
turning his gaze to meet velandra’s, lor’themar felt a quiet bit of shame. his comrades were probably up to their knees in work and responsibility, and here he was, drinking the night away, as if he had no place to be.
standing perhaps a bit too quickly, lor’themar reached into his coat to pull out a rather hefty coin purse. he had ordered a sumptuous feast and accompanying drinks under the assumption his friends would be joining him, but they hadn’t, and he still had to pay.
leaving the coins on the counter in front of the innkeeper, lor’themar did not bother with sticking around to watch her count them, nor did he wait to be given change.
stupid. this was such a stupid idea.
the elf drifted out into murder row, quietly gazing upon what had once been the seediest part of the city. though the rogues and the warlocks still called the place home, it was now much more well-defended and financed. hell, he swore he even saw someone smiling as he walked through the street.
back to the spire, he supposed.
the ever-vigilant phoenix guards stood watch, stiffening just a bit as the lord regent passed, finally resting at ease as he stepped beyond the opening veil.
the sight that greeted lor’themar was... well, interesting.
a feasting table awaited the lord regent. not only were his fellow sin’dorei present, but even those he did not remember inviting. baine, thrall, rokhan; gazlowe, too. there was mayla, ghey’ra, kiro - even thalyssra had come. what was all this, then?
how he had not noticed the sights and smells before, he did not know, but as he gazed upon rommath’s shit-eating grin, he felt he had something to do with it.
the smile quickly faded, however, when the confusion on lor’themar’s face remained.
finally, halduron gave a quiet snort.
“oh come on, lor. don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your own birthday?”
a blink. then two. and finally, the entire room burst into uproarious laughter. several of the phoenix guard outside poked their head in - and then promptly entered as halduron gestured for the sin’dorei to come.
lor’themar truly was a foolish man. so lost in the throes of his work that he had almost forgotten what mattered most.
they may never know how long he spent in that inn, waiting for them to come, but it was all worth it to be surprised like this.
for the first time in a long while, the lord regent smiled.
areudirty
amandla
blakekathryn
titsay
turnnoffyourmind
gamechangershow
