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First Dates (Indy)

Word Count: 1000 Summary: Indy thinks back to meeting @blixvoronin. (A spiritual companion to this.)

It was the middle of the night, and Indy was in bed thinking about Blix, and also holding her. This was a common pastime when she woke to escape the old ghosts in her nightmares, because memories of her wife were, with few exceptions, soothing to go back over. The six months Indy spent blackout drunk and getting kicked out of every bar in Stormwind (except the warlock haunt; they loved her) were a truly dark spot to return to, but the worst most of the other memories involving Blix could offer was a lingering sense of embarrassment.

At how drunk she’d gotten Blix the night they met, and then leaving her to her own devices..

At how thoroughly she’d gotten her ass kicked by Blix the first time they brawled.

At how long it took her to realize she liked Blix as more than a friend.

Indy remembered the night they met far better than Blix did. Some of that was the stress, and some of that was Indy’s well-practiced ability to be just drunk enough to function at all times. But the fact that the day up until her arrival at the party had been absolutely terrible was the main factor: the cafe she’d been working for had just closed, which meant that Indy was losing her apartment and the one link she had to normal life since coming back from Outland. A large part of her had been tempted to pack Asha up and head back to Nagrand, but she decided that instead of giving in to the impulse to hide, she would try to be social.

An attempt to remember the good parts of being a whole person instead of some sad, feral thing in the savannah.

It had been hard to walk through the doors; loud music was something she was still getting used to (though these days it didn’t even make her flick an ear), and crowds were suffocating. She’d put on a dress for the occasion, and felt naked out of her leathers. But the promise of free booze had won out, so she’d taken a deep breath, marched right for the bar, and grabbed one shotglass in each hand without even looking at who else was there.

She hadn’t checked what they were serving. She didn’t care. She tossed the one in her left hand back, followed by the one in her right as a chaser, and then set the empty glasses down on the bartop.

Then, a voice from her left: “Well, I already know I like you.”

Indy looked left, then left and down, and got her first glimpse of Blix. She was a healer to her bones, and so the first thing she had noticed was the prematurely-silver hair and her scarred eye, but then the person in her had kicked in and shown her the full picture.

Blix had the sort of smile that made Indy want to be the cause of, right from the first. So she’d ignored the spike of nervousness at seeing a new person, picked up two more shots, and offered one to her. “Here. I’m Indraste. Call me Indy.”

“Blix–” a pause as she stumbled on her last name. “Blix Voronin,” she replied, then took the shot.

At the time, Indy had been surprised by how well Blix held her liquor, though she’d known what was going to happen when Blix suggested a drinking contest– even if Indy didn’t have the alcohol tolerance of an ogre, there was no way somebody half her size was going to win.

She’d been right about that. She’d been very, very wrong in her assumption that the sparring match they’d both agreed was an excellent idea would go the same way.

Honestly, that had been what caught Indy’s initial interest. Blix was attractive, yes, and funny, yes, and oddly good at making Indy feel comfortable. But she was also competent, and could hold her own in a fight. That earned Indy’s respect in addition to everything else she was already feeling.

It was all over for Indy the first time Blix knocked her on her ass. It had just taken her a couple of months to realize it.

To this day, Indy wasn’t sure which of their early meetups counted as a first date. Was it that first night at the bar? The sparring match? Getting drinks after the sparring match? The picnic in Nagrand? The picnic at Nordrassil? The night that fucking bear had broken Blix’s arm, right after Indy had healed the wound Blix had gotten in an earlier sparring match?

She felt her pulse increase, and forced herself to take a deep breath.

(“You seem quite smitten with the young lady,” the bear had teased before the drinking turned into the ill-fated arm wrestling match. “Are you two a couple?” “I’m her healer,” Indy had replied immediately, hoping that Blix would understand what she was actually trying to convey: I care about your wellbeing. I want to be by your side for the bad things in life. I want to help you when you need it.)

Indy was self-aware enough to realize that she showed her love, platonic or otherwise, through healing. So when she noticed that her instinct was to drop everything and run to her when Blix got injured, she started to realize how she felt. And in the end, it honestly didn’t matter when their meetups became dates, did it? Indy had figured her feelings out… eventually.

It said something that they started officially dating the night Blix’s arm was broken, and got engaged the night Indy planted Blix a new hand. Not auspicious starts, but things had worked out well all the same. They’d been hale and whole for the wedding, at least!

There were bad days for the both of them, of course. But that was just life.

Indy took a deep breath against Blix’s hair and closed her eyes. Here they were a few years later, better for knowing one another, helping each other overcome their more destructive coping mechanisms, making each other laugh, and having each other’s backs.

Also caring for two very chaotic dragonkin.

When she’d come back from Outland, she’d been adrift, with no real purpose. But now? Indy’s goal was to be as good for Blix as Blix was for her.

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