What do you remember was it all you wanted?

[thewhitepawn]

Date & Time: Monday evening
Location: Anduin's place
Characters: Anduin Wrynn (thewhitepawn) and Thassarian (obliterating), Jaina is free to drop in since it's her home too!
Summary: Thassarian and Anduin talk about stuff. Maybe Alliance stuff!
Warnings: TBA?



After receiving the voice message earlier that morning, Anduin had decided to hang around his apartment for the bulk of the afternoon, waiting for Thassarian to arrive, as he had indicated he would. It was a quiet enough day, good for cleaning up what little mess their was between Jaina and himself - though with that finished he had little to do. The prince itched to be out exploring, or helping with the blacksmithing or something - anything was better than just sitting around and dwelling on things that couldn't be helped on his end. It was better to dwell on things that he could fix ...though that list was woefully shorter than he would have liked.

At least Thassarian's arrival would be a welcome diversion, when he had the time to visit. Anduin was intrigued to meet him. He could remember when his father had welcomed the Death Knights into the Alliance, and the mixed feelings that had accompanied it. He could remember Bolvar leaving for Northrend and never returning. The sinking feeling returned again and he internally waved it away as he sank down into a chair, drumming his fingers over the table's surface. He wondered what the other wanted - how he could help him. Jaina had agreed to treat him less like the prince he was and more like a nephew, but what of others from Azeroth who arrived here?

He wasn't sure, but was excited for a chance to visit with someone all the same, waiting as patiently as possible while going over the tablet's posts.

Comments

[obliterating]

This place was easy enough to find- he had done a fair bit of wandering and was growing used to this place. An unfortunate side-effect of being, well, undead, was that he no longer needed to sleep. Certainly, he might lay down and rest his bones for a bit, but there was not true peace of drifting off into nothingness.

Sometime around 1am, he always got bored of staring at the wall and checking the network.

So he had taken to wandering about, aimlessly, though he hadn't made it far. This city was strange, much different from anything he had seen. Even Dalaran could hardly compare.

It was an odd place.

He was wearing his armor- it was as formal at he could be for meeting the prince. What other clothes he owned were simple- shirts and pants and he wouldn't mind getting dirty and were comfortable enough. He left behind his runeblades- without them, he felt strangely vulnerable, but he wasn't going to give the wrong impression, either.

He knocked three times on the door, and waited. He was still, not even needing to breathe.