the dark lady;

independent rp blog for sylvanas windrunner. writer and character are both adults.

[kingofthelight]

Am I doing this right?

[slategraysavior]

Only a 2 on 'wholesome?'

[slategraysavior]

@kingofthelight

A gloved hand gripped her arm-- nearly hard enough to hurt. She stopped, eyes flickering down to where her gray skin had gone a bloodless yellow. He would speak with her-- he would have words, and he would have them now.

"Yes, little Lion?"

She knew the grip as soon as she felt it. His hand trembled, still soft in its glove, and she turned her head to fix him with a soft, no doubt irritating smile. The peace talks she had been ready to leave were one of a series, one of many hopeless litanies of differences between them.

"Speak your mind."

Behind the both of them, she could see Nathanos' eyes go wide with indignation.

[slategraysavior]

The arrow flew. She looked up, from the shaky stance he had taken to where it had pierced its target.

Just below the bullseye. Not enough force, or so she suspected. "Good," she offered, taking another arrow and holding it between two fingers. She came closer, reaching one long arm under his own to nock the arrow. "But I could help you fire with more force."

Sylvanas was just behind him now, close enough that the static electricity brewing between them was nearly tangible. Her hand hovered over his side, fingers playing in the air. "May I?"

[kingofthelight]

He frowned at the shot-- if his father was here, he'd be reprimanded for not getting a bullseye his first attempt, though gently corrected to do better.

But he wasn't here anymore.

"Uh, sure, go right ahead," he murmured, feeling a little distant from himself.

[slategraysavior]

Sylvanas pressed against his back slightly as she closed in. As though she were sculpting him, pulling him into the shape of a heroic statue, she guided him to turn slightly to his right.

First, her hand was at his side. Then, she set his arms in place. Her brow furrowed in her concentration, summoning the one ideal of form burned more deeply into her mind than almost any other.

Finally, her own leg grazed his ankle. "One foot forward," she muttered. "Then try again."

[slategraysavior]

“If it would be easier, that way…” She reached out to the hand on his jaw, snaking her fingers around his own and taking him within her grasp. She could not force him to face her, but she shifted to that she was turned somewhat toward him. The feeling of the bare skin on the back of his hand was still new. She idly circled the tip of her thumb there, unsure of what else was necessary.

The second wave warmed her skin even further– until she could no longer call it warm, but instead feverish. She shuddered in place, her hands gripping his own, and though she remained in a fixed position– her flesh contracted, convulsed beneath her skin in ways that should have been excruciating.

But they were not. She felt… again, burning hot inside. Spittle escaped from between her gritted teeth, her mind too focused on processing and withstanding what was happening to her to care for her dignity.

Her pale hair fell over closed eyes, and she leaned her head against his bare chest.

In her mind, deep within her mind, she called:

Light, give me strength.

She seized again.

He was going to cum his pants again if they continued like this.

But.

He couldn’t help it. He had to see how far this could go. How far she could go. Without closing his eyes, he furrowed his brow and called upon as much Light as he possibly could and pumped it straight into her through their connection.

Light, give me strength not to cum in my pants again…

[slategraysavior]

“Regardless, it suits you. And I do wonder what this… device… is, that you’ve told me about.”

When they were both clean, Sylvanas with a pale towel wrapped around her torso, she found her answer. A handheld machine, that looked– as much gnomish technology did– one wrong button-press or splash of water from shorting out.

“This is what you use?” she asked Anduin, her voice casual, though she eyed the device with a hint of apprehension. Her hair was still wet, nearly dripping, but she wasn’t sure which button did what.

[kingofthelight]

He nodded, wiping his hands dry before grabbing the device and setting it to the lowest setting. It blew hot air gently towards them, and Anduin began to use it on his hair, slowly drying it out. “I usually set it much higher, but it’s quite loud…”

[slategraysavior]

She savored the warm wind of the hair-dryer, unfamiliar though it was. And she nodded, but it was not long before her attention turned to another matter.

Quietly, she began to glance about the bathroom. She was looking for something-- and once she had found it, she set to work on her own hair. Two braids, close to her head, were forming side-by-side down her scalp. On either wrist were Anduin's hairties, two of many.

Warmth was still new. She wondered aloud: "Does it not burn, at too high a setting?"

And yet, she would have taken it. If only to know.

[slategraysavior]

“If it would be easier, that way…” She reached out to the hand on his jaw, snaking her fingers around his own and taking him within her grasp. She could not force him to face her, but she shifted to that she was turned somewhat toward him. The feeling of the bare skin on the back of his hand was still new. She idly circled the tip of her thumb there, unsure of what else was necessary.

The second wave warmed her skin even further– until she could no longer call it warm, but instead feverish. She shuddered in place, her hands gripping his own, and though she remained in a fixed position– her flesh contracted, convulsed beneath her skin in ways that should have been excruciating.

But they were not. She felt… again, burning hot inside. Spittle escaped from between her gritted teeth, her mind too focused on processing and withstanding what was happening to her to care for her dignity.

Her pale hair fell over closed eyes, and she leaned her head against his bare chest.

In her mind, deep within her mind, she called:

Light, give me strength.

She seized again.

He was going to cum his pants again if they continued like this.

But.

He couldn’t help it. He had to see how far this could go. How far she could go. Without closing his eyes, he furrowed his brow and called upon as much Light as he possibly could and pumped it straight into her through their connection.

Light, give me strength not to cum in my pants again…

[slategraysavior]

"Regardless, it suits you. And I do wonder what this... device... is, that you've told me about."

When they were both clean, Sylvanas with a pale towel wrapped around her torso, she found her answer. A handheld machine, that looked-- as much gnomish technology did-- one wrong button-press or splash of water from shorting out.

"This is what you use?" she asked Anduin, her voice casual, though she eyed the device with a hint of apprehension. Her hair was still wet, nearly dripping, but she wasn't sure which button did what.

[slategraysavior]

@kingofthelight

A gloved hand gripped her arm-- nearly hard enough to hurt. She stopped, eyes flickering down to where her gray skin had gone a bloodless yellow. He would speak with her-- he would have words, and he would have them now.

"Yes, little Lion?"

She knew the grip as soon as she felt it. His hand trembled, still soft in its glove, and she turned her head to fix him with a soft, no doubt irritating smile. The peace talks she had been ready to leave were one of a series, one of many hopeless litanies of differences between them.

"Speak your mind."

Behind the both of them, she could see Nathanos' eyes go wide with indignation.

[slategraysavior]

The arrow flew. She looked up, from the shaky stance he had taken to where it had pierced its target.

Just below the bullseye. Not enough force, or so she suspected. "Good," she offered, taking another arrow and holding it between two fingers. She came closer, reaching one long arm under his own to nock the arrow. "But I could help you fire with more force."

Sylvanas was just behind him now, close enough that the static electricity brewing between them was nearly tangible. Her hand hovered over his side, fingers playing in the air. "May I?"

[slategraysavior]

“If it would be easier, that way…” She reached out to the hand on his jaw, snaking her fingers around his own and taking him within her grasp. She could not force him to face her, but she shifted to that she was turned somewhat toward him. The feeling of the bare skin on the back of his hand was still new. She idly circled the tip of her thumb there, unsure of what else was necessary.

The second wave warmed her skin even further– until she could no longer call it warm, but instead feverish. She shuddered in place, her hands gripping his own, and though she remained in a fixed position– her flesh contracted, convulsed beneath her skin in ways that should have been excruciating.

But they were not. She felt… again, burning hot inside. Spittle escaped from between her gritted teeth, her mind too focused on processing and withstanding what was happening to her to care for her dignity.

Her pale hair fell over closed eyes, and she leaned her head against his bare chest.

In her mind, deep within her mind, she called:

Light, give me strength.

She seized again.

He was going to cum his pants again if they continued like this.

But.

He couldn’t help it. He had to see how far this could go. How far she could go. Without closing his eyes, he furrowed his brow and called upon as much Light as he possibly could and pumped it straight into her through their connection.

Light, give me strength not to cum in my pants again…

[slategraysavior]

“Well, yes, but I also have a special shampoo for detangling, just in case,” he admitted, fingers coming up to twist his bangs. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly pulled it away and tucked it back into his lap. “I usually use a special gnomish device to dry it out before it curls– haven’t had it explode on me yet, at least!” He laughed awkwardly, then turned away to hide his blush.

She chuckled. “I believe I remember quel'dorei learning their first spells for the sake of their hair. The theatrics of a human child pale in comparison to what an elven girl could unleash when she tired of her brush…

…but not I.” A smile crept onto her face, her ears perking up slightly. “My dear sisters would not let me grow my own hair past my chin until I was nearly a woman. They would cut it themselves, if they had to.” She winced. “How long have you grown yours?”

[kingofthelight]

“Is that so?” He cocked his head at her, imagining her as a young girl with choppy short hair. “I imagine if you looked as beautiful as you do now with long hair, they would want to have a chance with soon-to-be suitors themselves. Not that you wouldn’t look lovely with short hair now, I mean…”

The words fell easily from his lips, surprisingly so, and a blush came back to his cheeks as he tried to find the words for her question. “Honestly, I’ve never tried to grow it out. I’ve spent my whole life having every little thing about me dictated that, once I became king, it was expected of me to just keep following the rules set in place for me. I just… never bothered to cut my hair, really, after my father’s death.”

[slategraysavior]

Another laugh snuck free from her. "You flatter me."

She listened close to his next words. Anduin was a man of contradictions: sheltered, and yet intimately familiar with tragedy. Restrained, and yet... "Hm. In Quel'Thalas, the body itself was intentional. Its shape, the style of one's hair, the colors and cuts of clothing one wears, and the very demeanor they carry themselves with. But it was less rules, and more... language."

She raised her eyebrows, giving him a curious glance. "Come to think of it... I don't believe I've seen any human kings with hair cut short. Is it expected of you, then, that you do not?"

[slategraysavior]

@kingofthelight

A gloved hand gripped her arm-- nearly hard enough to hurt. She stopped, eyes flickering down to where her gray skin had gone a bloodless yellow. He would speak with her-- he would have words, and he would have them now.

"Yes, little Lion?"

She knew the grip as soon as she felt it. His hand trembled, still soft in its glove, and she turned her head to fix him with a soft, no doubt irritating smile. The peace talks she had been ready to leave were one of a series, one of many hopeless litanies of differences between them.

"Speak your mind."

Behind the both of them, she could see Nathanos' eyes go wide with indignation.

[slategraysavior]

She nodded. "It's your call," she said, "though if we must abstain from sparring, I have another idea in mind."

She strode back to the weapons rack, setting her sword down. Instead, she pulled from it a longbow and a set of training arrows.

"I imagine you've shot from a bow before, at least once?"

[kingofthelight]

He blinked, staring wide-eyed at the longbow. "Not that I remember, no. Father was insistent that I learn how to use a blade, as he did."

[slategraysavior]

"Curious," she muttered, and stepped just beside and behind him. She offered him the longbow, as she did so, and a single arrow plucked from the quiver. "You have an archer's hands."

She gestured to the target, smiling, though her gaze was on the bowstring. Were they truly a few days past the battle for the Broken Shore, as he remembered, he would not be able to pull that string far enough to fire the arrow. But if he'd retained his strength... he had a chance.

[slategraysavior]

“If it would be easier, that way…” She reached out to the hand on his jaw, snaking her fingers around his own and taking him within her grasp. She could not force him to face her, but she shifted to that she was turned somewhat toward him. The feeling of the bare skin on the back of his hand was still new. She idly circled the tip of her thumb there, unsure of what else was necessary.

The second wave warmed her skin even further– until she could no longer call it warm, but instead feverish. She shuddered in place, her hands gripping his own, and though she remained in a fixed position– her flesh contracted, convulsed beneath her skin in ways that should have been excruciating.

But they were not. She felt… again, burning hot inside. Spittle escaped from between her gritted teeth, her mind too focused on processing and withstanding what was happening to her to care for her dignity.

Her pale hair fell over closed eyes, and she leaned her head against his bare chest.

In her mind, deep within her mind, she called:

Light, give me strength.

She seized again.

He was going to cum his pants again if they continued like this.

But.

He couldn’t help it. He had to see how far this could go. How far she could go. Without closing his eyes, he furrowed his brow and called upon as much Light as he possibly could and pumped it straight into her through their connection.

Light, give me strength not to cum in my pants again…

[slategraysavior]

"Well, yes, but I also have a special shampoo for detangling, just in case," he admitted, fingers coming up to twist his bangs. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly pulled it away and tucked it back into his lap. "I usually use a special gnomish device to dry it out before it curls-- haven't had it explode on me yet, at least!" He laughed awkwardly, then turned away to hide his blush.

She chuckled. "I believe I remember quel'dorei learning their first spells for the sake of their hair. The theatrics of a human child pale in comparison to what an elven girl could unleash when she tired of her brush...

...but not I." A smile crept onto her face, her ears perking up slightly. "My dear sisters would not let me grow my own hair past my chin until I was nearly a woman. They would cut it themselves, if they had to." She winced. "How long have you grown yours?"

[slategraysavior]

@kingofthelight

A gloved hand gripped her arm-- nearly hard enough to hurt. She stopped, eyes flickering down to where her gray skin had gone a bloodless yellow. He would speak with her-- he would have words, and he would have them now.

"Yes, little Lion?"

She knew the grip as soon as she felt it. His hand trembled, still soft in its glove, and she turned her head to fix him with a soft, no doubt irritating smile. The peace talks she had been ready to leave were one of a series, one of many hopeless litanies of differences between them.

"Speak your mind."

Behind the both of them, she could see Nathanos' eyes go wide with indignation.

[slategraysavior]

She nodded. "It's your call," she said, "though if we must abstain from sparring, I have another idea in mind."

She strode back to the weapons rack, setting her sword down. Instead, she pulled from it a longbow and a set of training arrows.

"I imagine you've shot from a bow before, at least once?"

[slategraysavior]

“If it would be easier, that way…” She reached out to the hand on his jaw, snaking her fingers around his own and taking him within her grasp. She could not force him to face her, but she shifted to that she was turned somewhat toward him. The feeling of the bare skin on the back of his hand was still new. She idly circled the tip of her thumb there, unsure of what else was necessary.

The second wave warmed her skin even further– until she could no longer call it warm, but instead feverish. She shuddered in place, her hands gripping his own, and though she remained in a fixed position– her flesh contracted, convulsed beneath her skin in ways that should have been excruciating.

But they were not. She felt… again, burning hot inside. Spittle escaped from between her gritted teeth, her mind too focused on processing and withstanding what was happening to her to care for her dignity.

Her pale hair fell over closed eyes, and she leaned her head against his bare chest.

In her mind, deep within her mind, she called:

Light, give me strength.

She seized again.

He was going to cum his pants again if they continued like this.

But.

He couldn’t help it. He had to see how far this could go. How far she could go. Without closing his eyes, he furrowed his brow and called upon as much Light as he possibly could and pumped it straight into her through their connection.

Light, give me strength not to cum in my pants again…

[slategraysavior]

He couldn’t help but smile up at her, dazzled by her own. “Let’s get clean then, before the water cools. It would cause many rumors to enter the cathedral smelling like we just had fun at a brothel. Would you like me to help shampoo your hair?”

“Why… yes,” she murmured. “Thank you.” She bowed her head slightly, and as she did began to lather soap along her shoulders and chest. The additives in the bath had sapped away most of the impurities from her skin below the water, the fizzing effect drawing grime off her body, but that water only reached so high.

[kingofthelight]

Anduin was careful to keep water and soap alike out of her hair as he helped her wash. He used his personal shampoo for her, part of a way to remind her just whom she was married to, in a strange, possessive way. Besides, it just smelled really nice. Once he was finished, he pulled away with a small smile on his face. “How’d I do?”

[slategraysavior]

She ran her fingers through her hair-- she would admit, she had considered, on occasion, cutting it short. There was much of it, but the strands were fine and straight and worked themselves into knots at the slightest provocation. Now, and she did not know whether it was Anduin's shampoo or the care he had taken, it was free of those knots.

She would not even have to brush it. "You've done well," she said. "Though I should expect you've grown used to handling longer hair."

His own hair was wavy-- even wavier now, as wet as it was. She reached forward and rolled a strand of it, close to his ear, between her thumb and index finger. Her eyes were half-lidded, concentrating on that texture. "You would have ringlets, if you braided it."

[slategraysavior]

@kingofthelight

A gloved hand gripped her arm-- nearly hard enough to hurt. She stopped, eyes flickering down to where her gray skin had gone a bloodless yellow. He would speak with her-- he would have words, and he would have them now.

"Yes, little Lion?"

She knew the grip as soon as she felt it. His hand trembled, still soft in its glove, and she turned her head to fix him with a soft, no doubt irritating smile. The peace talks she had been ready to leave were one of a series, one of many hopeless litanies of differences between them.

"Speak your mind."

Behind the both of them, she could see Nathanos' eyes go wide with indignation.

[slategraysavior]

"I... I suppose I'll have them added to the letters to send out. If they're not already on there, of course. And have them made VIPs, if they aren't already." If his heart beat, he would feel going a mile a minute, he thought. "W- would you like to continue our training?"

She nodded, thinking of the coming wedding. She could see their faces already, staring back at her, but what would they say? When they had the chance? Would they even speak to her?

And then Anduin asked a question of her. The ends of her ears perked up, and her eyes nearly twinkled as she heard it. She took a single step closer, the two of them face-to-collarbone, her glance flickering for an instant down to the blade she carried.

"Would you like to? I daresay my own abilities have grown in recent years." With his lower center of gravity, she thought, he may well have an advantage.

[kingofthelight]

"I... I dunno," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm... honestly not sure what I can even do, though I'm sure someone will be sending me back to a trainer as soon as humanly possible once they discover my... condition."

His eyes couldn't help but trail down her body as she stepped forward, swallowing the lump in his throat. No doubt his gaze was more noticeable with the glow in his eyes, but he desperately hoped she wouldn't mind.

[slategraysavior]

Sylvanas' own eyes wandered, though not on Anduin's body-- that false coyness which had once been intended as insult made her look just past him as she thought. "Do you think it would startle your guards, the sound of us sparring?"

As amusing as it would be to be interrupted for that reason, it was not what Sylvanas would intend.

[slategraysavior]

“If it would be easier, that way…” She reached out to the hand on his jaw, snaking her fingers around his own and taking him within her grasp. She could not force him to face her, but she shifted to that she was turned somewhat toward him. The feeling of the bare skin on the back of his hand was still new. She idly circled the tip of her thumb there, unsure of what else was necessary.

The second wave warmed her skin even further– until she could no longer call it warm, but instead feverish. She shuddered in place, her hands gripping his own, and though she remained in a fixed position– her flesh contracted, convulsed beneath her skin in ways that should have been excruciating.

But they were not. She felt… again, burning hot inside. Spittle escaped from between her gritted teeth, her mind too focused on processing and withstanding what was happening to her to care for her dignity.

Her pale hair fell over closed eyes, and she leaned her head against his bare chest.

In her mind, deep within her mind, she called:

Light, give me strength.

She seized again.

He was going to cum his pants again if they continued like this.

But.

He couldn’t help it. He had to see how far this could go. How far she could go. Without closing his eyes, he furrowed his brow and called upon as much Light as he possibly could and pumped it straight into her through their connection.

Light, give me strength not to cum in my pants again…

[slategraysavior]

He couldn't help but smile up at her, dazzled by her own. "Let's get clean then, before the water cools. It would cause many rumors to enter the cathedral smelling like we just had fun at a brothel. Would you like me to help shampoo your hair?"

"Why... yes," she murmured. "Thank you." She bowed her head slightly, and as she did began to lather soap along her shoulders and chest. The additives in the bath had sapped away most of the impurities from her skin below the water, the fizzing effect drawing grime off her body, but that water only reached so high.

[riivaine]

Friendly Reminder: Sylvanas Windrunner

[slategraysavior]

@kingofthelight

A gloved hand gripped her arm-- nearly hard enough to hurt. She stopped, eyes flickering down to where her gray skin had gone a bloodless yellow. He would speak with her-- he would have words, and he would have them now.

"Yes, little Lion?"

She knew the grip as soon as she felt it. His hand trembled, still soft in its glove, and she turned her head to fix him with a soft, no doubt irritating smile. The peace talks she had been ready to leave were one of a series, one of many hopeless litanies of differences between them.

"Speak your mind."

Behind the both of them, she could see Nathanos' eyes go wide with indignation.

[slategraysavior]

"I... I suppose I'll have them added to the letters to send out. If they're not already on there, of course. And have them made VIPs, if they aren't already." If his heart beat, he would feel going a mile a minute, he thought. "W- would you like to continue our training?"

She nodded, thinking of the coming wedding. She could see their faces already, staring back at her, but what would they say? When they had the chance? Would they even speak to her?

And then Anduin asked a question of her. The ends of her ears perked up, and her eyes nearly twinkled as she heard it. She took a single step closer, the two of them face-to-collarbone, her glance flickering for an instant down to the blade she carried.

"Would you like to? I daresay my own abilities have grown in recent years." With his lower center of gravity, she thought, he may well have an advantage.

[slategraysavior]

“If it would be easier, that way…” She reached out to the hand on his jaw, snaking her fingers around his own and taking him within her grasp. She could not force him to face her, but she shifted to that she was turned somewhat toward him. The feeling of the bare skin on the back of his hand was still new. She idly circled the tip of her thumb there, unsure of what else was necessary.

The second wave warmed her skin even further– until she could no longer call it warm, but instead feverish. She shuddered in place, her hands gripping his own, and though she remained in a fixed position– her flesh contracted, convulsed beneath her skin in ways that should have been excruciating.

But they were not. She felt… again, burning hot inside. Spittle escaped from between her gritted teeth, her mind too focused on processing and withstanding what was happening to her to care for her dignity.

Her pale hair fell over closed eyes, and she leaned her head against his bare chest.

In her mind, deep within her mind, she called:

Light, give me strength.

She seized again.

He was going to cum his pants again if they continued like this.

But.

He couldn’t help it. He had to see how far this could go. How far she could go. Without closing his eyes, he furrowed his brow and called upon as much Light as he possibly could and pumped it straight into her through their connection.

Light, give me strength not to cum in my pants again…

[kingofthelight]

“Incredible,” Anduin whispered, touching the scar on her chest with the most care he could possibly muster. “I do think the Archbishop will be interested in the ramifications of this– he has long since been interested in how the Forsaken might react to the Light, but his wishes to allow the Forsaken into Stormwind have always been overruled by someone…

"I’d have let them in sooner, but it would have been detrimental to the trust I was building with my people, should I allow even one Horde spy into the capital,” he added, sighing. “But that doesn’t matter anymore.”

[slategraysavior]

Sylvanas' hand went to his own, holding it gently. "Indeed. I believe there are those among the Forsaken who still believe themselves... fundamentally human. If not somewhat alienated by circumstance."

Feeling the heat from his skin was like waking up a long-asleep limb. She felt pins and needles, a haze on her skin, and with her other hand she carded her fingers through her hair. It wouldn't be long before the water started to cool. "I suppose the archbishop will be able to sense the effects of the Light upon me."

She smiled. "Whatever they may be."

[slategraysavior]

“If it would be easier, that way…” She reached out to the hand on his jaw, snaking her fingers around his own and taking him within her grasp. She could not force him to face her, but she shifted to that she was turned somewhat toward him. The feeling of the bare skin on the back of his hand was still new. She idly circled the tip of her thumb there, unsure of what else was necessary.

The second wave warmed her skin even further– until she could no longer call it warm, but instead feverish. She shuddered in place, her hands gripping his own, and though she remained in a fixed position– her flesh contracted, convulsed beneath her skin in ways that should have been excruciating.

But they were not. She felt… again, burning hot inside. Spittle escaped from between her gritted teeth, her mind too focused on processing and withstanding what was happening to her to care for her dignity.

Her pale hair fell over closed eyes, and she leaned her head against his bare chest.

In her mind, deep within her mind, she called:

Light, give me strength.

She seized again.

He was going to cum his pants again if they continued like this.

But.

He couldn’t help it. He had to see how far this could go. How far she could go. Without closing his eyes, he furrowed his brow and called upon as much Light as he possibly could and pumped it straight into her through their connection.

Light, give me strength not to cum in my pants again…

[slategraysavior]

Sylvanas shrugged her shoulders, leaning back against the rim of the bathtub. “Perhaps. I had not felt warmth, as I do now,” she mused, swirling the water with her fingertips, “until our first encounter of this kind.”

She chuckled. “Enough of this and I might turn your color again.”

It was an interesting thought. Perhaps the Light was so excruciating to the decayed Forsaken, perhaps it restored their disgust at their own bodies, because it revived their nerves in some small way? She doubted she could be resurrected– not in the state she was in now. But she could come closer to it.

[kingofthelight]

Anduin let his eyes wander over her body, hesitant to touch it as he had before. Despite their words of endearment, she still felt like something he could not touch, lest she flinch away from him, disgusted by him and his Light. And yet…

“I would like to see if that were possible. The reaction you have to the Light filling your body…” He licked his lips. “Is incredible.”

[slategraysavior]

“Is it?” She raised an eyebrow. “I thought it somewhat… primeval.” The Light, when he channeled it into her, made her arch and snarl– made her breathe, made her skin mottled and swollen…

It made her heart beat. “If you wish to try, though, I am open to the idea. Unless you’re still intent on visiting the archbishop.”

[kingofthelight]

“J- just once. Before we visit the archbishop.” He licked his lips once more, pressed his hands against her chest, and pushed the Light into her body with as much strength as he could muster.

[slategraysavior]

"J- just once. Before we visit the archbishop." He licked his lips once more, pressed his hands against her chest, and pushed the Light into her body with as much strength as he could muster.

She gritted her teeth, the muscles in her cheeks tightening.

Even without pain, the experience was overwhelming-- she felt her spine arch, just as she'd expected, and her veins burn golden-hot.

The flesh at the edges of her scar whitened further in. Her eyes closed, and her hand went to her chest-- she felt a force from within her chest. A pulse, that rang out strong for two beats and then faded.

She let out a shivering breath and sank slightly into the lukewarm bath.

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A gloved hand gripped her arm-- nearly hard enough to hurt. She stopped, eyes flickering down to where her gray skin had gone a bloodless yellow. He would speak with her-- he would have words, and he would have them now.

"Yes, little Lion?"

She knew the grip as soon as she felt it. His hand trembled, still soft in its glove, and she turned her head to fix him with a soft, no doubt irritating smile. The peace talks she had been ready to leave were one of a series, one of many hopeless litanies of differences between them.

"Speak your mind."

Behind the both of them, she could see Nathanos' eyes go wide with indignation.

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"It's not interference..." Anduin took her hand and squeezed it gently. "I don't know what it's like to have siblings, much less what's happening between you and yours, but... perhaps now is the best time to reach out to them? I would hate for them to miss our wedding... But only if you want them there."

Sylvanas felt a slight shiver at the grip on her hand, gentle as it was. "If you believe it's for the best, I will. I do not expect they will be happy, to know that I am in such a position within the Alliance... but the chance is worth taking."

Chances like that, she knew, were why she had agreed to marry him.