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The cold night air stung the elf’s face. Or it would have, if there was any semblance of feeling left. Sylvanas pulled back another arrow, aiming it at the already arrow ridden tree trunk. She waited for only a moment before letting the arrow fly. The tree cracked, splintering as the arrow pierced through it.
“Impressive. If you keep that up this whole forest will be gone by daybreak.”
“You would think that as a kaldorei, you would be more alarmed at that prospect.” The forsaken remarked, nocking her next arrow.
Jalynn chuckled, “I suppose I should be, shouldn’t I?” The night elf stepped up beside the banshee—only a couple paces to the left—nocking her own arrow.
“Since when do you use a bow?” Sylvanas said, her voice smooth and calculated.
“What? Is multiclassing forbidden in the forsaken?”
Sylvanas’s lips curled into a smile as she loosed her arrow. The arrow was followed quickly by another feathered shaft.
“Your form is weak, love” The forsaken remarked.
Jalynn scoffed, “You expect me to be as good as you ?” She said, lowering her bow for a moment. “I started training only a few months ago, cut me some slack will you?”
The forsaken’s red eyes turned to her lover. “Only a few months?” She gave a sly smile. “You’re talented for only a few months of training.”
“The great Banshee Queen giving out compliments?” the druid jested, “Unheard of.” Jalynn’s cheeks heated up despite her sassy remark.
“Only for you my love.”
The kaldorei laughed, “Well, I would hope so.” She raised her bow again, nocking another arrow. “You wouldn’t compliment that Archmage chick?” She joked, her tone light.
“Of course not.” Sylvanas said, “ You are much closer to her after all.”
The druid laughed, “Oh please, we’ve worked together on occasion.” She said “It’s not like I’d even be able to get her to look at me if I wanted her to. She’s far too into that blue dragon to notice any advances I might make.”
“You never know.” Sylvanas let another arrow fly, smirking as she spoke. “What of Tyrande? From what I’ve heard, you could easily get to her.”
“Not exactly my type, know what I mean?”
“Nobody is your type.”
“You’re my type!”
“Your type was blonde blood-elven ranger-general.” Sylvanas loosed another arrow, the projectile making a satisfying ‘thud’ as it impaled the trunk.
Jalynn put away her bow, “Sylvanas.” she said, intertwining her hand with the banshee’s.
“I’m sorry love…” she sighed, lowering her own bow.
“It’s alright,” Jalynn smiled, pulling the forsaken into a hug.
Sylvanas pressed her face into the kaldorei’s neck, taking comfort in the familiarity. “I am no longer the woman you fell in love with.”
“We’ve changed, Sylvanas. I know that.” The night elf said, “It doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving you.”
The banshee nuzzled further into the druid’s warmth. “Thank you.”
A comfortable silence fell between the two. Each simply enjoying the other’s company.
Jalynn was the one to break the silence, “After all this is over,” she said. “I want to join you.”
“What?” Sylvanas said, stepping back.
“I want to join you. To be with you.” The night elf spoke, “it’s so hard being away from you. To fight against you despite my heart begging me to run to you.” Jalynn smiled softly. “I want to become one of the forsaken.”
The banshee stared at her lover for a long moment, “No.” she said, her voice fragile, “I will not have you suffer the same fate as I have.”
“And I will not have you suffer it alone.” The kaldorei’s voice was steeled with resolve. “I’ve thought long and hard about this Sylvanas. After the war, when I’m no longer needed, I want to be with you.” She said, “to carry your burden with you.”
“Jalynn.”
The druid grasped her lover’s shoulders, “Please, I’ve made up my mind.”
Sylvanas sighed, “I won’t kill you.”
“That isn’t-“
“I will only bring you back should you fall in battle.” Sylvanas said, “And that does not mean go and get yourself killed!”
“I’m not that idiotic.”
“Whatever you say.” Sylvannas stepped closer to Jalynn, bringing her hand up to the druid’s face.
Jalynn leaned in, pressing her lips to her lover’s cold ones.
The kiss was soft, loving. Sylvanas’s arms wrapped around the kaldorei’s body, her hands reaching into Jalynns autumn orange hair.
The two pulled away only slightly, foreheads touching.
Jalynn smiled, her breath warm on Sylvanas’s face “I love you, dead or alive.”
“Now you’re just sounding like a wanted poster.”
“Well, I do want you.”
Sylvanas snorted, “Cheesy.”
“You’re the one who made the joke my dear, not me.”
“Kill me now.”