When Love Goes Awry
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,583
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
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.
When Love Goes Awry
This is my first World of Warcraft story. Please review, they keep me writing. Constructive criticism is adored, while flamers will burn in the hell that is Exodar.
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A human figure, distinctly male, kneeled on the polished marble floor of the Cathedral all in Northshire knew about. His hair was the same shade of gray as the stone he was on, his untied hair blending into the substance he sat on. If he were to stand up, it would go down about mid-thigh, so he always carried a few strips of browned cotton that he could always use to tie it back if needed, preferring to put it in a braid down the middle of his back. The tie was the same color of his skin, which had been deeply tanned from his old life as a farmer.
He was still praying to the light, when he heard the dull thud of cloth boots upon stone. He spun on his knees, his heavy armor clinking as he did so. He almost fell over as the glimmering mail followed the flow of gravity. He forgot where he was, for only a moment, when he realized the figure he had sensed before. “Hey, Joe! How nice to see you here!” He exclaimed, trying to jump up onto his feet. Unfortunately, that heavy mail armor got in his way again and pulled him down to the ground.
“Hey there,” started Joe, reaching out a hand covered in bright blue cloth to his friend, “you really shouldn’t jump like that, dear, you might end up falling on your hair. And we all know how big of a problem that caused last time.” He finished, sighing lightly, a friendly gaze upon his face as he chastised his friend.
“Yeah, sorry, Joe…” He said, grasping the hand and using it to get up. Once he was sure he wouldn’t fall over again, he put his hair in a quick braid. “So, what brings you over here? I thought you were training in Stormwind?” Questioned the man named Tyler. He brushed a gloved hand over the face of the magister, the golden runes upon the blue gauntlets giving the touch warmth, tenderness. He tucked a strand of the spiked black hair behind a pale ear, smiling.
“Oh, you’re so sweet sometimes, Ty.” Joe said, grabbing the armor with both hands and rubbing it down his chest. “Oh, you’re so devilish sometimes, you really are. Do you want to corrupt me so?” Asked Tyler, pulling away a bit, although he didn’t want to.
“Oh come on, let your hair down a bit, Ty! We haven’t had fun in forever, dear.” Pleaded Joe, wanting to do nothing more than to rip off that unyielding armor, that which kept him from his soul mate. “First off, you’re being overly dramatic, Joe. It’s only been a week—“ he started, only to be stopped by his lover. “Which seems like forever!” Joe tried to interrupt with, but was ignored mostly. “And a week isn’t a nice amount of time to wait, but that doesn’t mean we have to rip the clothes off of our bodies right this moment.” Finished Tyler, losing the battle of will a tiny bit.
He only half-believed the words coming out of his lovers’ mouth, thinking he only needed one more nudge. With this thought in mind, Joe started swiveling his hips, drawing light lines along the cursed armor. Well, to a bystander they only looked like lines, but the caster knew better. When completed, they would cause all of the affected objects to mysteriously unlatch themselves and fall to the ground.
Tyler, meanwhile, had no clue about this, and chalked it all down to horniness, his nether regions twitching in excitement as he watched the dancing with unwavering eyes. “This isn’t a good idea, Joe. Somebody could come in and see!” Tyler exclaimed, his voice rising a bit when he felt Joe’s soft, soothing hands upon his face. ‘Wait,’ Tyler asked himself, unsure of something, ‘when did he get his gloves off?’
He didn’t have long to think about that, though, for as he did he saw his mate stark naked in front of him, his dark blue robes thrown into a corner. ‘Ooh, that kinky son of a…’ Thought Tyler, realizing that Joe had this planned all along. Well, he wouldn’t play the puppet right now, Joe would pay for this. As these thoughts flew through Tyler’s mind, and his dark brown eyes hardened. He encased himself in a circle of golden light, walking past his mate. “I said not now, I meant it, Joe.” He said, breaking into a sprint, hoping to make it to Stormwind in as little time as possible.
His armor made a clink-ca-link noise as he ran, signaling to the world his intentions. He didn’t know that his love was back at the valley still, in a pile of clothing and flesh for all to see, his pale skin covered in rich dirt.
Tears streamed out of Joe’s half-closed eyes. The normal blue that one would see, the shade of denim, was currently a deep purple, stained from the tears that refused to stay bottled up. He was certain he had just been dumped; there were no questions about it in his mind. Tyler had been unusually distant, spending more time in the presence of others then he usually did.
Meanwhile, Tyler thought that things were fine; he thought he had made it clear that he just wasn’t in the mood for sex at that point. So, when he found everything at his house either overturned or scorched, the framework collapsing, he was rather worried. He became furious when he found ‘Nobody makes me look weak’ carved into his wall; the knife still sticking out of the wall. Did Joe do this; did he think something was wrong? Well, if he wanted to be that way, Tyler would give him one last chance to see his face.
So when Joe found Tyler outside his house, he knew something had to be up. Tyler would normally rush over to him. But, instead, he turned his back on his former lover, cradling the one thing he could save, a closely knitted blanket, the shade of a sapphire and about as big as an Ogre. They had made it together when they first fell in love; they first had sex on it. It held a lot of memories for them both. So, Joe was most definitely shocked when he saw Tyler tear it in half, and then throw it at the dusty ground between the two of them.
As Joe leaned over to pick up the token of his love, he cried. He honestly cried, knowing that it was over. As much as Tyler hated him at that moment, he still couldn’t bear to see him cry, so he fled. He ran out of Stormwind, whistling for his plain white horse as he got outside. About five seconds later, his steed rounded a corner, worried for his master. Tyler mounted without a sound, directing his horse to Westfall, where he could help the weak, and forget about that sorrowful look in Joe’s eyes.
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A human figure, distinctly male, kneeled on the polished marble floor of the Cathedral all in Northshire knew about. His hair was the same shade of gray as the stone he was on, his untied hair blending into the substance he sat on. If he were to stand up, it would go down about mid-thigh, so he always carried a few strips of browned cotton that he could always use to tie it back if needed, preferring to put it in a braid down the middle of his back. The tie was the same color of his skin, which had been deeply tanned from his old life as a farmer.
He was still praying to the light, when he heard the dull thud of cloth boots upon stone. He spun on his knees, his heavy armor clinking as he did so. He almost fell over as the glimmering mail followed the flow of gravity. He forgot where he was, for only a moment, when he realized the figure he had sensed before. “Hey, Joe! How nice to see you here!” He exclaimed, trying to jump up onto his feet. Unfortunately, that heavy mail armor got in his way again and pulled him down to the ground.
“Hey there,” started Joe, reaching out a hand covered in bright blue cloth to his friend, “you really shouldn’t jump like that, dear, you might end up falling on your hair. And we all know how big of a problem that caused last time.” He finished, sighing lightly, a friendly gaze upon his face as he chastised his friend.
“Yeah, sorry, Joe…” He said, grasping the hand and using it to get up. Once he was sure he wouldn’t fall over again, he put his hair in a quick braid. “So, what brings you over here? I thought you were training in Stormwind?” Questioned the man named Tyler. He brushed a gloved hand over the face of the magister, the golden runes upon the blue gauntlets giving the touch warmth, tenderness. He tucked a strand of the spiked black hair behind a pale ear, smiling.
“Oh, you’re so sweet sometimes, Ty.” Joe said, grabbing the armor with both hands and rubbing it down his chest. “Oh, you’re so devilish sometimes, you really are. Do you want to corrupt me so?” Asked Tyler, pulling away a bit, although he didn’t want to.
“Oh come on, let your hair down a bit, Ty! We haven’t had fun in forever, dear.” Pleaded Joe, wanting to do nothing more than to rip off that unyielding armor, that which kept him from his soul mate. “First off, you’re being overly dramatic, Joe. It’s only been a week—“ he started, only to be stopped by his lover. “Which seems like forever!” Joe tried to interrupt with, but was ignored mostly. “And a week isn’t a nice amount of time to wait, but that doesn’t mean we have to rip the clothes off of our bodies right this moment.” Finished Tyler, losing the battle of will a tiny bit.
He only half-believed the words coming out of his lovers’ mouth, thinking he only needed one more nudge. With this thought in mind, Joe started swiveling his hips, drawing light lines along the cursed armor. Well, to a bystander they only looked like lines, but the caster knew better. When completed, they would cause all of the affected objects to mysteriously unlatch themselves and fall to the ground.
Tyler, meanwhile, had no clue about this, and chalked it all down to horniness, his nether regions twitching in excitement as he watched the dancing with unwavering eyes. “This isn’t a good idea, Joe. Somebody could come in and see!” Tyler exclaimed, his voice rising a bit when he felt Joe’s soft, soothing hands upon his face. ‘Wait,’ Tyler asked himself, unsure of something, ‘when did he get his gloves off?’
He didn’t have long to think about that, though, for as he did he saw his mate stark naked in front of him, his dark blue robes thrown into a corner. ‘Ooh, that kinky son of a…’ Thought Tyler, realizing that Joe had this planned all along. Well, he wouldn’t play the puppet right now, Joe would pay for this. As these thoughts flew through Tyler’s mind, and his dark brown eyes hardened. He encased himself in a circle of golden light, walking past his mate. “I said not now, I meant it, Joe.” He said, breaking into a sprint, hoping to make it to Stormwind in as little time as possible.
His armor made a clink-ca-link noise as he ran, signaling to the world his intentions. He didn’t know that his love was back at the valley still, in a pile of clothing and flesh for all to see, his pale skin covered in rich dirt.
Tears streamed out of Joe’s half-closed eyes. The normal blue that one would see, the shade of denim, was currently a deep purple, stained from the tears that refused to stay bottled up. He was certain he had just been dumped; there were no questions about it in his mind. Tyler had been unusually distant, spending more time in the presence of others then he usually did.
Meanwhile, Tyler thought that things were fine; he thought he had made it clear that he just wasn’t in the mood for sex at that point. So, when he found everything at his house either overturned or scorched, the framework collapsing, he was rather worried. He became furious when he found ‘Nobody makes me look weak’ carved into his wall; the knife still sticking out of the wall. Did Joe do this; did he think something was wrong? Well, if he wanted to be that way, Tyler would give him one last chance to see his face.
So when Joe found Tyler outside his house, he knew something had to be up. Tyler would normally rush over to him. But, instead, he turned his back on his former lover, cradling the one thing he could save, a closely knitted blanket, the shade of a sapphire and about as big as an Ogre. They had made it together when they first fell in love; they first had sex on it. It held a lot of memories for them both. So, Joe was most definitely shocked when he saw Tyler tear it in half, and then throw it at the dusty ground between the two of them.
As Joe leaned over to pick up the token of his love, he cried. He honestly cried, knowing that it was over. As much as Tyler hated him at that moment, he still couldn’t bear to see him cry, so he fled. He ran out of Stormwind, whistling for his plain white horse as he got outside. About five seconds later, his steed rounded a corner, worried for his master. Tyler mounted without a sound, directing his horse to Westfall, where he could help the weak, and forget about that sorrowful look in Joe’s eyes.