Letters to God

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Date & Time: 5/9, 7PM-ish until PROBABLY LATE
Location: A BAR
Characters: Ashraf and Thass AND BARIYAN gets his own thread
Summary: Stop me if you've heard this one.  Two undead guys and a priest walk into a bar...  DRINKS. TALKIN ABOUT THE LIGHT AND PEOPLE AND STUFF.  BARIYAN AND THASS ARE GONNA HUG IT OUT maybe idk man don't look at me like that
Warnings: Mentions of death? I dunno!

[He made an effort to be punctual- to be honest, he liked having a schedule. He didn't like having nothing to do, his mind rarely wandered kind places, and not having a mission was unfamiliar. Even during the time between the Lich King's fall and his assignment to Andorhal, he could fill his days thinning the ranks of the undead that infested the Plaguelands.

But now...he didn't even have that.

Instead, he was turning his mind to the project of his farm. Though he had no intent of growing anything- if anything living could be grown by these hands, he added, bitterly- it was good to have a project. He had every intent of going back there, today, but Asraf's request to meet in the evening had given him an excuse to spend more time around the city.

So here he was, sitting in the same bar that he had met Bariyan, and ordering an ale for himself as he sat at the bar in his new clothes and with his swords sheathed on his back.]

Comments

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Hold on.

[Does he take the elevator haha he's walking up the stairs are you kidding me. HE DOESN'T TRUST IT. NOT WIPING TO THE ELEVATOR BOSS, THIS ONE.

And you know, being the tireless undead does have its advantages.

First door...on the right?]

This one?

[highhealplz]

[ He glances lazily over, considers the door for a few seconds, and nods. ]

That's it. [ this is kind of a halfhearted squirm to be put down, here. ]

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[He's almost tempted to not put him down and make Ashraf deal with it, just to be an ass, but he does set him down. He take a step back, and bows deeply. Standing straight and meeting Ashraf's eyes, he smiles.]

Thank you, Ashraf. Take care of yourself.

[highhealplz]

[ He turns and leans in as soon as he's on his feet again, hands finding Thassarian's cheeks as he leans in to press a quick kiss to each one. He's smiling fondly when he leans back again. ]

Any time you want to ask me questions and buy me drinks, just let me know. I'll be happy to oblige.

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[ O___O ]

I...will keep that in mind.

[Is it cold in here? A little bit of frost is spreading across Thassarian's fingertips. He shakes his hand off and nods.]

I'll be in touch...unless you decide that was all a mistake when you wake up tomorrow. I wouldn't be surprised, with how much you had.

[Well and the whole chilling with an undead dude and giving him cheek kisses Ashraf u are a strange man.]

[highhealplz]

[ He snorts, pats Thassarian's chest— ] Don't count on it. [ —and turns for the door. He tosses back one last smile over his shoulder as he heads in. ]

See you later, Thass.

oh no it's over CLOSING OUT THE LOG TL;DR FOR MY OWN SAKE don't read this it's awful

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[He stands there in the hall for a few moments after the door closes, a slight smile working its way onto his face.

It was odd to meet someone, especially a man of the Light, who seemed to want to be a friend. In truth, Thassarian often felt that he didn't belong among the living- felt this keenly at times. It was part of why Koltira was so important. Between the two of them, as he had put it, they were the orphaned sons of the Scourge. They had a place to belong.

Ashraf was a strange guy. Even Leryssa, his own sister, was a bit distant from him. She had hugged him, once, and had jumped away when she felt how cold he was. It was why he wore the gloves and coat- partly to keep the rain off of himself, but also to keep the living from touching him and realizing what he truly was.

He turned away, heading for the stairs and to the sixth floor. Hopefully Anduin and Me'dan were asleep and wouldn't be bothered by him coming home at this ungodly hour.]