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Dependant [WoW] Koltira Deathweaver
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“I’ll melt all the frost in your wing, dear,” he chides, rough fingers catching the delicate upturn of Koltira’s face, edging along the sunken skin of his jaw. It’s an affectionate touch; a careful tracing of intimately familiar features, even as he was chastised for – Lingering just across Acherus, he supposed.
Too far away?
Thassarian settles on lifting the elf’s hands in his own, as if he intended to take him dancing right across the necropolis – but merely holds him there, gruff countenance beset with the tender smile he only ever used around him. “You are being very silly.”

“Oh I don’t care about Amal'thazad or Thoras.” He cared about you! And himself! But mostly you!

He chuffs! Externally, Koltira is furious! Angry! All sorts of negative, maddening emotions! but his face is warm and his eyes are flickering.

No, not really mad. Not really much of anything but ‘crushing’.

A soft grunt, despite him squinting and turning his nose up-- he’s quick to try and hold hands. 

Hey! Look at him! Pay attention! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

“I must be good at all things. Silly is one of them.” and there it is! A grin that stretches across his face and brings his skin ever tighter.

Tiny, tiny little voice; “And. You are being very endearing.”

#text#*TakesOnetoKnowOne
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“Oh,” Thassarian takes a few steps to the side, gently swaying Koltira with him as if they were dancing – mind, the elf’s feet did not touch the ground – “I’m practically deaf, my dear.” He turns his cheek into the hand carding through his scruff, raising his eyebrows patiently. 
“You know how it goes…” This is spoken with a surprisingly theatrical amount of emotion for the death knight – he’s teasing his poor boyfriend. “First the worms make a home in your skull, and eventually it gets so cramped, so they move into your ears. Isn’t that right?”  Up he turns his chin, smiling impassively at Koltira before he could duck into his chest.
“Or have you been lying to me about the bloodworms in my brain for all of these years, Deathweaver?”

Dancing! Dancing!! Oh, he would love that, but, they’re not, and he instead chokes down giggles and, maggots, more than likely!

Hands clasp onto Thass, even if he wanted to drop him, he couldn’t! 

“Hardly!”

You made him yell (a little bit), congrats! He just thinks it’s funny!

There’s a warmth to his face that’s most uncanny, but it’s easy to do strange things when you’re in love!

“Oh.” Well. Yeah. Probably. “Clean out your ears then.”

Pbbbt! Not really, but it’s, implied.

“If I said I had, would I be in trouble?” Don’t make it weird! “Because, I wouldn’t mind being in trouble.”

You made it weird!

#text#*TakesOnetoKnowOne#uhhh?? muhfuckin#i don;t know what the hell im doing
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Koltira was innocent, of course, in the eyes of Thassarian. As it should be, he thought. And to some extent – no, he knew in his heart he felt to the full extent – he believed he ought to be innocent in the eyes of everyone, because certainly his allegiance to the Ebon Blade meant more than the poorly attended ties he had with the Forsaken. Yet Thassarian began to shoulder a heavy guilt for the sake of Koltira, that regardless of his innocence, his captivity – his torture – was the human’s fault.
How the hell are you supposed to communicate a sentiment like that? He had just wanted to apologize. He had thought Koltira knew. Worse, he had thought Koltira shared the feeling.
Well, now he didn’t know how to backtrack.
The blunt, calloused pads of his fingers find their way to the underside of Koltira’s hands, sliding over them. One hand settles at his wrist, lifts it, so he can lean his cheek into the elf’s open palm, like some big, miserable animal seeking comfort in the touch of its master. There was not a single thing about Koltira’s mannerisms that he’d forgotten, and of course he could tell he was upset – although he’d never had any lack of expression, even in death, and he was certainly making a display of it now, drooping ears and all. Oh, he’s done nothing but make Koltira all the more unhappy.
“Little lamb,” he murmurs, “you have your moment with me.” That is, he doesn’t want to talk about this anymore. He’s back pedaling. He made a miscalculation! But he knows better than to believe rattling off a pet name will mollify Koltira Deathweaver, so he takes a worthless breath, the ragged remains of his lungs rattling somewhere deep within his broad chest.
“Forgive me.” He squeezes the wrist in his grasp, fingers petting over the back of the hand he pinned beneath his cheek. “I’m talking nonsense. It’s been so long. I got…” He smiles. “Overwhelmed.” A snuffle follows this, for punctuation, and he releases Koltira’s hand, instead resting his rough palm against his own marked cheek. “You always knew the inside of my skull was more maggot than brain, though.”

Little lamb.

He was the furthest from that, but the name brought a sheen to his eyes. He did like it, Koltira was just, moderately upset, as one is when they’ve been tortured for years.

Alone.

Thassarian was right, in his views. There wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for the Ebon Blade, for Thassarian, his mind is befuddled and enamored with his brother.

The elf is only unhappy because you are, Thassarian!

Concern! Emotion! Expressions beyond comprehension! His eyes are dewy and bleary, pale pupils staring the human down for some kind of... answer.

He loves you!

He has always... teetered on the brink with you, a human! A flat ear! A species he looks over the bridge of his nose at; it’s different when you’re madly in love, though.

Humans have a meaning, the Alliance, has a meaning. Night Elves, even; for his blood brother, nothing was too much, and for his lover?

Nothing was too much.

“You have not answered my question,” ...Smile! It’s... slight. though. He’s... anxious. “...Thassarian.”

Well??

You know! He doesn’t really believe that, but he’s sated for now, the softest of glares! He’s not mad, but he is CERTAINLY letting Thass know he doesn’t believe him.

“Very well. We all have our secrets.” Jab. Stab. Jab. “Imagine if you had to wait longer, you’d very well be. Slobbering.”

...He’s trying to tease, seeing Thass makes him feel... a lot! But, you know, he’s still; timid.

Longer than the Scarlet Crusaders held him down, for certain.

“I... am glad to be back, regardless of your maggot brain.”

Glad to see you! Not killing him! Or, stabbing him! Or-- whatever other nasty things he buried in the bowels of his mind!

And softly, softly, “I am so very glad,” He missed you, so much, Thass. The real you, that is. “I’d be willing to drudge through a thousand sewers to get a chance to come back to you,” ...His laugh is mild, “And. The Hold. Of course.”

#text#*TakesOnetoKnowOne#ah. yes. here we are. a million years later...
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aggressive /   callous  /   cannibal   /   careless   /   compulsive  /   cowardly  /   domineering /   envious /   greedy   /   hypocritical   /   impatient   /   impolite   /   incompetent   /   kidnapper   /   lazy   /   liar   /   materialistic   /   murderer  /   obsessive   /  overcritical   /   overemotional  /   patronizing   /  sarcastic   /   self - indulgent  /   serial  killer   /   torturer   /   touchy   /   traitorous  /   unclean   /   unpredictable   /   untidy   /   vain   /   vengeful

#text#ref#hm. bad.
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My son, the day you were born, the very forests of Lordaeron whispered the Arthas. My child, I watched with pride as you grew into a weapon of righteousness. Remember, our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength. And I know you will show restraint when exercising your great power. But the truest victory, my son, is stirring the hearts of your people. I tell you this, for when my days have come to an end, you shall be King.

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chiiri-h

Koltira and Thassarian are married and instead of diamond rings they have little skulls on them, I know this Koltira told me himself

#text#silly
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