Disclaimer: ... Nope. Don't own WoW at all. Not even a smidge.
Side Note: Pretty much just practice... it's been a while since I last wrote an emotional scene, and I wanted to see if I could still do it right. Yeah... it's short. But oh well.
It shouldn't hurt.
It shouldn't hurt at all.
After all, he'd expressed his feelings and he'd gone back to his first love.
He had told her they were done, through, over.
And she had accepted it.
She had accepted it and moved on.
Yet regardless of it all, it still hurt when Anaeli saw Xolst with his lover.
They no longer traveled together, and she was now strengthening herself on her own. She had, unfortunately, left her weapons in their room in Dalaran, and she intended to leave it and let him have his space. It was the least she could do, considering how much she owed him already. She didn't want to trouble him any further with their relationship over.
He had been there, however.
She, standing there at the door, glowing blue eyes falling upon the hunter and his lover during their intimate moment.
He looked up, oh yes. Green eyes fell on her, and they locked for a moment.
His gaze, however...
He no longer cared for her.
"My... My apologies," she said, dropping her gaze instantly, scanning the room and thankful that her weapons were within easy reach. Her chest ached as she dared to look to the hunter again, quickly taking her gaze off. "I just needed to retrieve my weapons. I won't bother you again."
His lover was beautiful, she would admit that. Pale, porcelain-like skin, pale blonde hair... her figure slender and perfect.
Without anymore delay, Anaeli left and shut the door behind her.
It was only when she heard the muffled moan that she realized her hands were shaking.
The Death Knight ran.
She ran and ran, never stopping, clumsily tying her weapons around her waist until she reached the fountain.
She tripped, catching herself before she fell, leaning on the edge over the water. Her breath came in short gasps, tears streaming from her eyes, body shaking uncontrollably.
She knew it would hurt. She had expected it, but she had also expected to be able to close herself off. She had hoped to revert back to her Death Knight nature, feel and act cold to the world again.
It was too late, though.
She had changed and she couldn't go back.
"I should never have fallen for him... "
Anaeli whispered this to herself, staring at her reflection. A fresh wave of angst and heart break washed over her, and it took all she had to to bite down her sobs, letting her tears stream down her face.
It was over. It was over and they could never go back.
Would never go back.
The rough voice startled her, blue eyes slowly looking up to find Khark. It had been quite some time since she last saw him after he left on his own. The Orc hadn't changed a bit, still keeping his helmet to cover his face.
"What? It's just you," she said, not caring how obviously upset she sounded. She wiped her eyes, determined not to let her emotions be seen by anyone else. "What brings you back?"
"Gonna help clear up Icecrown tomorrow. The Undead are causing a ruckus again. You?"
"I... needed to regain my things."
The warrior sat next to her, and she continued to stare into the water, continuing to wipe her eyes of the tears refusing to stop.
She heard him sigh, yet at this point she didn't care what happened. Anaeli reached a hand into the water and splashed some on her face, rubbing her eyes a little until she was positive she wouldn't burst into tears all of a sudden.
Silence enveloped the two, and she was grateful Khark wouldn't push the subject. She certainly didn't need that now, and she was positive she wouldn't be able to explain without breaking down again.
"Where do you plan to go?" the Orc asked after some time, stopping the Blood Elf before she could brood.
"Perhaps back to Silvermoon, to Naelyn and Zarralia," she replied, standing up slowly. It was the only other place she could go besides Ebon Hold. Perhaps even then, being with other Death Knights would be better in the long run.
She was surprised, however, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking at Khark, her mind just couldn't process it when he pulled her into a hug, blue eyes wide.
Then she chuckled slightly.
"Am I so obviously pathetic that even an oaf like you would comfort me?"
"You looked like you needed a hug."
The simple-minded response surprised her, and she continued to laugh a little. Slowly she returned the hug, clinging to the material of his clothes which turned out to be simple cloth, indicating that the warrior was getting ready to sleep. It was then that she realized he wasn't even in his armour, laughing a little more at how long it took to learn this.
"You stupid oaf... "
Laughing and crying.
"Don't cry over him. It's not worth it."
After all, it wasn't a surprise.