[ she turns to face him and leans on the counter as she waits for the water to boil. there's still a lot of time, so may as well not pay attention for now. (spoilers: athena isn't the best in the kitchen. this is a disaster.) ]
Well, we're friends. [ even though this is only the second time they've spoken to one another. ] You can tell me.
Tyrande, my brother, and I have known each other since we were children. When were were coming of age.... I... developed feelings for her. I strove to make myself worthy as a mate. I studied the arcane, my brother took up Druidism, and Tyrande was a novice priestess of Elune. I eventually earned myself a position as the personal sorcerer of one of the most prominent nobles of the time- but my world was soon after invaded by the Burning Legion, an endless army of demons. I gained an opportunity to ask her to become my mate, but she turned me down for my brother.
And of course she wound up in the hands of the Legion, so I pretended to defect to their side. I gained valuable information, and they gifted me with demon vision. I managed to rescue Tyrande, and my brother and I managed to send the demons back from whence they came. After the war, I sought to prepare for the next coming of the Burning Legion, but my people saw my efforts as extreme. So while my brother was lauded as a hero I was locked away to rot for ten thousand years in a small prison.
I was released only when the Burning Legion returned, and, for Tyrande I agreed to destroy them. I made a sacrifice in doing so, I took this form after absorbing a great deal of demonic magic, but I repelled the invasion. My reward was banishment, with a life of fleeing the Legion for my betrayal to them as well...
I did not expect to see Tyrande again after that... and then she showed up here...
[Oh. Did he just... tell that entire story to an empath of some sort? Oh... well that's embarrassing... and probably not good for her health to be dealing with ten thousand years worth of his feelings. Not to mention that he's now panicking because he's got no idea how to handle sobbing children. To make it all worse, now he has to actually acknowledge he has feelings too.]
It's... it's fine. You don't have to do that.
[And he's just going to very awkwardly pat her on the head. It was usually a gesture he reserved for Rei, but it was really the only thing he could think of doing to comfort someone. He tried.]
[ a finger makes its way to her cheek and she scratches it as she laughs amiably. it's then that she turns to the stove to fix up everything that's needed for the tea, too. ]
I can't say I know what it's like, to have gone through the same things you have, but... I'm sorry. It obviously wasn't easy.
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Well, we're friends. [ even though this is only the second time they've spoken to one another. ] You can tell me.
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Tyrande, my brother, and I have known each other since we were children. When were were coming of age.... I... developed feelings for her. I strove to make myself worthy as a mate. I studied the arcane, my brother took up Druidism, and Tyrande was a novice priestess of Elune. I eventually earned myself a position as the personal sorcerer of one of the most prominent nobles of the time- but my world was soon after invaded by the Burning Legion, an endless army of demons. I gained an opportunity to ask her to become my mate, but she turned me down for my brother.
And of course she wound up in the hands of the Legion, so I pretended to defect to their side. I gained valuable information, and they gifted me with demon vision. I managed to rescue Tyrande, and my brother and I managed to send the demons back from whence they came. After the war, I sought to prepare for the next coming of the Burning Legion, but my people saw my efforts as extreme. So while my brother was lauded as a hero I was locked away to rot for ten thousand years in a small prison.
I was released only when the Burning Legion returned, and, for Tyrande I agreed to destroy them. I made a sacrifice in doing so, I took this form after absorbing a great deal of demonic magic, but I repelled the invasion. My reward was banishment, with a life of fleeing the Legion for my betrayal to them as well...
I did not expect to see Tyrande again after that... and then she showed up here...
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That's so sad!
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4/4 DONE
It didn't even happen to you, why are you crying!?
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I can feel it. Your pain! That's why— that's why!
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[Oh. Did he just... tell that entire story to an empath of some sort? Oh... well that's embarrassing... and probably not good for her health to be dealing with ten thousand years worth of his feelings. Not to mention that he's now panicking because he's got no idea how to handle sobbing children. To make it all worse, now he has to actually acknowledge he has feelings too.]
It's... it's fine. You don't have to do that.
[And he's just going to very awkwardly pat her on the head. It was usually a gesture he reserved for Rei, but it was really the only thing he could think of doing to comfort someone. He tried.]
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she manages to wipe the tears from her eyes, though, and looks up at him. ]
What are you doing?
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[And he promptly takes his hand back, resolute on pretending that never happened. If she says anything about it he's going to deny it. Forever.]
Your water is boiling.
[So go make your tea. Make your tea and forget everything else.]
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[ a finger makes its way to her cheek and she scratches it as she laughs amiably. it's then that she turns to the stove to fix up everything that's needed for the tea, too. ]
I can't say I know what it's like, to have gone through the same things you have, but... I'm sorry. It obviously wasn't easy.
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No, but I have no regrets. I do what I must. What happens to me matters not, as long as Azeroth remains safe from the Burning Legion.
[And by "Azeroth" he really means "Tyrande" because he is still preeetty salty over the whole ten thousand year imprisonment thing.]