Sep 27, 2016
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Modern ThorEth AU
It was a Saturday, and it was early, even for Thoran, but Grizz needed to go out. So out they went, Grizz prancing anxiously and making toward the elevator as Thoran shrugged on his backpack full of refuse bags, a collapsible water dish, a few bottles of water and treats for both man and beast, along with a brush that could be used for either of them if hair or fur got out of hand.
The weather was starting to cool, and he was grateful like nobody’s business. He’d slept with his windows wide open again the night before, the gentle September breeze moving his curtains in lazy waves as it carried Etharion’s guitar music with it.
Grizz’s leash wrapped around his wrist, he tucked his hands into his pockets as he began walking toward Bel Isle.
The young man, the very young man kept Thoran company some nights, when neither of them could sleep. A text from one to the other could end up with pizza being ordered along with any number of other foods (it was amazing what restaurants were open well past midnight, looking to take advantage of the influx of chefs and cooks to the area). Flash Delivery could hit up to six restaurants if you ordered the minimum of $15.00 from each, and between both Etharion and Thoran, that was easily done.
While Thoran kept his drinking to a minimum these days due to new medications his doctor had him on, he usually had a six pack of something or other in the fridge to offer Etharion. Eth usually drank what Thoran did without complaint, and they’d eat and watch movies until they either got tired and said their goodnights or fell asleep on the couch next to each other.
Those nights were Grizz’s favorites because he could usually score a treat of food left on plates, set there when too full bellies made moving a chore.
Just for that reason, most of the things they ordered were boneless, even the chicken wings.
The wind tugged at Thoran’s hair as he and his dog crossed the bridge to get to the state park, prompting him to lift his head and smile at the cloudy sky. Summer was nice, but Thoran was an October baby and preferred the cooler temperatures of Autumn. The scents of fresh earth, leaves and burning wood from fireplaces always put him in a good mood, and it usually lasted right through to the holidays.
Thoran headed to the dog park, smiling to see a few other patrons from his building there. He was a polite dog owner and asked if they minded Grizz off his leash and nobody did, so the big dog was soon running around looking like a huge ball of fluff and fuzz.
Of course like owner like dog, and soon Grizz was being chased by a pack of shih tzus, jack russels and a labradoodle. By the end, Grizz drank about a gallon of water from the fountain and had to have what seemed to Thoran an entire tree worth of leaves plucked from his coat.
They left the park and spotted a man with long dark hair and Thoran’s heart rabbited against his rib cage. When the man turned, he could see it wasn’t Etharion and there was a bit of a let down.
The feeling annoyed him. He was too old to be crushing on someone less than half his age. With a grunt to himself, they carried on down further into the park toward one of the areas popular with food trucks.
As he’d hoped, the truck selling crepes was there and he got in line with Grizz by his side. And of course he ordered two, one for him and one for Grizz (the dog was a sucker for the banana flavored crepes with extra whipped cream), and when he had their order they made their way toward a small picnic table set toward the edge of the lot.
He watched the dog eat while he enjoyed his own lunch and thought about Etharion. The young man wanted to become a veterinarian, but his mother (who Thoran thought needed to get the stick out of her ass) had other ideas. Thoran smirked as he thought of the woman, about his age, who probably thought he was a no good piece of lazy shit.
She’d never know she was wearing one of his pieces that’d sold for over $600.00 around her neck.
He felt sorry for @etharion in all honesty. He’d never say it out loud, but Eth’s mom was as affectionate as a dead fish. Thoran could understand why the younger man had done some of the things he’d done. He didn’t condone it, but he understood it.
Thoran must have been sitting too still for Grizz’s liking because the big dog shoved his head under one of Thoran’s arms, grinning up at him with every single tooth visible.
“A’right ya daft bugger,” Thoran murmured, sinking one hand into Grizz’s ruff for a good scratching. “Lemme finish m’coffee an’ we’ll ‘ead ‘ome.”
Just then his phone went off, signaling a received text. He picked it up and arched a brow.
Eth: Feel like catching one of my shows tonight? Got free tix. There’ll be lots of overpriced beer.
Thoran snickered and shook his head. He really didn’t need to be doing this. Not at all. Nope. And he began typing out a text begging off, planning on using work as an excuse.
Eth: Please? You’ve been working all week and we haven’t gotten a chance to hang out. I’m going through Grizzly withdrawls.
Thoran sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He really shouldn’t be doing this....
Thoran: Sure, but I might not be able to stay the entire time. And you won’t be getting your Grizzly fix at a club!
Eth: I already talked with the manager. He knows Grizzly’s a service dog. It’s going to be a low key show, mainly acoustic guitar and piano. You’ll like it! :)
Thoran sighed and shook his head with a fond smile as he stood, Grizzly automatically coming to his side.
“I really dun need ta be gettin’ inta t’is shit,” he told the dog as they began walking back the way they’d come...
Your hair is really soft after you wash it...
((Going back to the beginning of their relationship for this one.))
Thoran thanked Essilte for the towels and instruction on how to use the shower and bath tub. It was...sweet, if not a bit disconcerting. He must really look a mess if she didn’t think he understood how to turn on a tap.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he shed his clothes and got down to business. The soaps that lined the great claw foot tub were varied in color and scent, and one that smelled like vanilla and wild flowers caught his attention the most. It wasn’t ‘too flowery’, but it left behind a pleasant scent.
It reminded him of Etharion.
He refused to think too much about that as he scrubbed some of the soap into his hair, scraping at his scalp to clean off the sweat and grime from the last few days. Thoran bathed regularly, but as of late he hadn’t had a chance to repurchase any soap, so he’d made do with hot water and a good scrub with a wash cloth.
This felt like a luxury to him as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back, the warm water sending soap and grit washing down his body to race toward the drain.
Later, when he made his way downstairs, he was trying to run his fingers through his wet, tangled hair, wincing as he did. He blinked, confused, when Eth hissed and winced.
“Stop that!” the Elf said with a laugh, guiding Thoran to sit at a chair in the kitchen. He said a few words to Essilte in Darnassian, and she left the room, returning quickly with a small bottle and a brush.
“It’s a detangler,” Eth explained as he squeezed a bit out onto his hands, rubbed them together then massaged Thoran’s hair. The big man was confused, but said nothing, doing his best not to melt into a boneless heap when Etharion began massaging his scalp.
It goes without saying that he lost that battle.
Eth stood behind him, quiet, relaxed, humming occasionally as he began working the brush through Thoran’s still wet hair. Instead of getting caught on every single knot, snarl and tangle, it only tugged slightly and then the brush slipped right through.
He lost track of how long they stayed like that, but when he finally started paying attention to the world around him, his hair was dry and Eth had taken to running his fingers through it, smiling. Thoran tilted his head back and looked up at him, and Eth chuckled, leaning down and kissing Thoran’s forehead.
“Hi t’ere,” the Gilnean murmured, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Hello,” @etharion whispered, fingers still threading through Thoran’s hair.
“You’re hair’s really soft after you wash it,” he said quietly.
He chuckled when Thoran blushed.
He was so beyond done....
Done.
Thoran was done.
Done with the Servitors (though he really did love the hell out of ‘em, even if they drove him batty).
Done with Varia.
Done with Belenos.
Done with responsibility.
He eyed Etharion as the Elf sat at his desk, scribbling notes and going over maps.
Thoran’s fingers drummed restlessly on the arm of the chair he sat in. His jaw clenched and unclenched, his lips pursed.
So. Fucking. Done.
He rose and left the room, footsteps heavy and a growl escaping.
Etharion didn’t notice, too wrapped up in his paperwork.
Fine.
Thoran. Was. Done.
Packing didn’t take much. One bag was all he needed. He went out and eyed his various mechanical contraptions and shook his head. Nope.
Instead, he left the bag by the walk and went to talk to Varia, explaining the situation. Before she could comment he turned on his heel and headed into the office.
Etharion didn’t even look up.
Done. So friggin’ done.
Thoran growled and lunged toward his Elf, the squak of surprise music to his ears along with the flutter of paper as several sheets flew every which way.
“Thoran!” Etharion bellowed as he was bodily hauled up over the Gilnean’s shoulder. “Put me down!”
Thoran growled. “MINE“
Etharion tried grabbing for the paperwork and Thoran just smirked.
“Bring all ya want. T’will make a nice campfire!”
“Throan I have work to do!”
The big man didn’t listen, striding through the house, heading toward the bag he’d packed. He picked it up, while still holding Etharion, and handed it to the Elf. “‘ere, ‘old t’is.”
“What the-hey!”
Etharion barely had time to adjust his flailing limbs before Thoran was shifting, changing, but not into any form Eth was used to. Hair turned to scales, fingers into huge talons, and wings sprouted from his back.
Before Etharion knew what was happening, he was scrabbling to anchor himself to the back of his husband who’d transformed into a drake. A Sandstone Drake.
“THORAN!”
Thoran said nothing as he flew them up, up, up into the air, heading toward Pandaria. More specifically, Edgewater.
He. Was. Done.
Handsome Man ~ Matt Alber (Official)
Soundtrack for this post by thoran-barrett. The lyrics pretty much say what's in Eth's heart.