The Employed Hero
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+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,974
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own World of Warcraft, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Bitter Goodbye
Yes, it has been a little while, hasn't it? I apologize for the long wait, but I a few things came up (Midterms, family issues, you get the drill.)
Alright, so this isn't what took up ALL my time, but it's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!
Anyway, this is actually part of the last chapter, but I separated it because it leaves a nice cliff hanger :P
Onward!
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Sloane's eyes opened slowly to a chilled, early morn. He would have been chilled himself, had the warm body of Claire wasn't pressed firmly to him. He stared at her sleeping face while smacking his lips, as if tasting the air around her. He felt his heart skip a beat as her eyes opened to look into his'. It was then the realization struck him, mixing that contentment with the most bitter of sadness. They would surely reach Theramore by the early afternoon; he could make out the outlines of the sturdy stone walls of the Human encampment. He would have to say his goodbyes to his love, perhaps for all time.
The feeling squeezed at his throat as he kissed her cheek gently.
“Let's get ready,” he said coldly, the once happy feeling within him quickly fading.
He navigated his way from her hold and stood slowly. His hands clasped around his leggings that were thrown from the events of the previous nights. As he quickly dressed himself, the empty emotion told it's full hold on him. It strangled him.
They began the final leg of their journey in intense silence. Sloane stole glances to his Human lover. Every time she looked back at him, longingly. Words were not necessary, he thought. She knew their fate just as much as he did.
“Sloane, I will not say goodbye,” Claire finally stated, halting their movement.
He turned and gazed into her crystal blue eyes. Tears were forming.
“I refuse to,” she continued, “in such a short time, I have fallen in love with you so deeply. To be separated from you-”
He placed a finger at her lips to silence her. Her brow furrowed as the tears fell from her cheeks.
“Grow strong,” he said, “I have done all I can do for you. An Orc cannot be with a Human-”
“I don't care!” she shouted with fiery emotion, “I wouldn't care if you were an Elf, an Orc, or even Murloc! I wouldn't bat en eye even if the demons of Outland were to destroy this world we live upon!”
She took a moment to breath in deeply.
“In fact, I would be happy,” she added in a tone barely above whispering, “because at least then I would know we could be together, in the Twisting Nether.”
“You are speaking foolishness,” Sloane said to her, although he could feel himself begin to break down.
“I don't feel a fool to be saying it,” she quickly countered.
Something was blurring his vision. He brought a hand to his face.
Tears? He didn't suspect Orcs were capable of such an action. Yet, here he was. What did the Humans call it again? Crying?
“I know you feel the same,” she said accusingly, “you try to be strong, for my sake, but I can see. I can see the cracks-”
He grabbed a hold of her and embraced her tightly. Tears fell from his eyes; it was an odd and unfamiliar sensation, but was welcome. Her smaller body shuddered beneath his as she cried openly, as a child would cry in the arms of their mother.
At long last, they broke away from one another. Claire leaned up and kissed him deeply.
“I don't think you should get any closer to Theramore,” she stated suddenly, sending a fist sized stone at the base of his stomach.
He nodded slowly.
“I love you Sloane,” she concluded with finality, “more than the shimmering sunrise cast upon the waters of The Veiled Sea.”
“I love you too Claire,” he answered back while continuing to stare into her intense irises.
She left then. She ripped away from his hold and took off in a full run, toward the Human city of Theramore. His hands reached out to her, involuntarily, then rested at their sides.
It didn't make sense, he thought. He had never felt this way about another being on the face of Azeroth, yet this woman had come into his life by a mere stroke of luck, and was torn away from him with equal efficiency and tempo. His mind briefly flashed back to some of the events leading up to this moment; when he had first seen her tied upon the bed, how she had broken his rigid barriers towards others. Her smile. It churning and mixed within him in a kind of odd, rhythmic rebound between joy and harsh sadness.
He watched the last bit of her outline dissipate in the thick fog of Dustwallow, and continued standing for several minutes. He watched the space ahead of him. He watched emptiness.
Alright, so this isn't what took up ALL my time, but it's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!
Anyway, this is actually part of the last chapter, but I separated it because it leaves a nice cliff hanger :P
Onward!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sloane's eyes opened slowly to a chilled, early morn. He would have been chilled himself, had the warm body of Claire wasn't pressed firmly to him. He stared at her sleeping face while smacking his lips, as if tasting the air around her. He felt his heart skip a beat as her eyes opened to look into his'. It was then the realization struck him, mixing that contentment with the most bitter of sadness. They would surely reach Theramore by the early afternoon; he could make out the outlines of the sturdy stone walls of the Human encampment. He would have to say his goodbyes to his love, perhaps for all time.
The feeling squeezed at his throat as he kissed her cheek gently.
“Let's get ready,” he said coldly, the once happy feeling within him quickly fading.
He navigated his way from her hold and stood slowly. His hands clasped around his leggings that were thrown from the events of the previous nights. As he quickly dressed himself, the empty emotion told it's full hold on him. It strangled him.
They began the final leg of their journey in intense silence. Sloane stole glances to his Human lover. Every time she looked back at him, longingly. Words were not necessary, he thought. She knew their fate just as much as he did.
“Sloane, I will not say goodbye,” Claire finally stated, halting their movement.
He turned and gazed into her crystal blue eyes. Tears were forming.
“I refuse to,” she continued, “in such a short time, I have fallen in love with you so deeply. To be separated from you-”
He placed a finger at her lips to silence her. Her brow furrowed as the tears fell from her cheeks.
“Grow strong,” he said, “I have done all I can do for you. An Orc cannot be with a Human-”
“I don't care!” she shouted with fiery emotion, “I wouldn't care if you were an Elf, an Orc, or even Murloc! I wouldn't bat en eye even if the demons of Outland were to destroy this world we live upon!”
She took a moment to breath in deeply.
“In fact, I would be happy,” she added in a tone barely above whispering, “because at least then I would know we could be together, in the Twisting Nether.”
“You are speaking foolishness,” Sloane said to her, although he could feel himself begin to break down.
“I don't feel a fool to be saying it,” she quickly countered.
Something was blurring his vision. He brought a hand to his face.
Tears? He didn't suspect Orcs were capable of such an action. Yet, here he was. What did the Humans call it again? Crying?
“I know you feel the same,” she said accusingly, “you try to be strong, for my sake, but I can see. I can see the cracks-”
He grabbed a hold of her and embraced her tightly. Tears fell from his eyes; it was an odd and unfamiliar sensation, but was welcome. Her smaller body shuddered beneath his as she cried openly, as a child would cry in the arms of their mother.
At long last, they broke away from one another. Claire leaned up and kissed him deeply.
“I don't think you should get any closer to Theramore,” she stated suddenly, sending a fist sized stone at the base of his stomach.
He nodded slowly.
“I love you Sloane,” she concluded with finality, “more than the shimmering sunrise cast upon the waters of The Veiled Sea.”
“I love you too Claire,” he answered back while continuing to stare into her intense irises.
She left then. She ripped away from his hold and took off in a full run, toward the Human city of Theramore. His hands reached out to her, involuntarily, then rested at their sides.
It didn't make sense, he thought. He had never felt this way about another being on the face of Azeroth, yet this woman had come into his life by a mere stroke of luck, and was torn away from him with equal efficiency and tempo. His mind briefly flashed back to some of the events leading up to this moment; when he had first seen her tied upon the bed, how she had broken his rigid barriers towards others. Her smile. It churning and mixed within him in a kind of odd, rhythmic rebound between joy and harsh sadness.
He watched the last bit of her outline dissipate in the thick fog of Dustwallow, and continued standing for several minutes. He watched the space ahead of him. He watched emptiness.