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Yo! It’s me again, with the continuation of Why Can’t We Be Friends. Meaning, read that one first, then this. Not that I thought you all didn’t know that…
Anyhow, enjoy!
Random Notes: Yesh, I have the whole thing planned out in my head. The difficult part is actually doing the writing. Pfft.
More Notes: I don’t know if I’ve said this before, but I thought maybe the in-story descriptions didn’t work as well as I’d hoped. Yes, Felfe is a night-elf. But he’s a very scrawny (scrawny meaning effeminate and slender) male without those crazy steroid-laden muscles like the usual night-elves (not saying that’s bad or anything). He also has a very girlish way of acting (if you don’t know that then you haven’t been reading all this well enough) which adds to his overall ‘uke-ness.’ And he’s short. Kain, on the other hand, looks exactly like your typical black-haired (low ponytail that falls over his shoulder) blood-elf, and acts like one. Abnormal and normal… hmm… I never thought about it like that…
Anyhow, if you’re having difficult picturing, just remember that.
Disclaimer: If I owned Warcraft… here’s just a few things that would be changed… hehe. You’d be able to change your character’s ‘physique’… There’d be nicer faces for guys… And rogues would be even more overpowered than they already are. Yesh.
Felfe shifted on the inn bed, unwilling to open his eyes. It couldn’t be morning already, could it? It felt like barely a moment had passed since he practically collapsed onto the bed, weary but relieved.
“Felfe.”
Felfe jerked up, rising into a sitting position to see that he wasn’t the only person in the room. Another elf was lying there on the bed, wearing a sort of silky robe you’d expect to see in a spa. The elf had long, lustrous black hair, raven-colored like pure darkness. And yet, it didn’t give him an evil countenance at all. His complexion, pale but not to the extent of bloodless, was perfect. Those jade green eyes, fully awake, connected with his after a moment.
Felfe didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t anything to say. And yet, he felt like he had to say something, but his throat felt constricted. No words came out.
And then the blood-elf – Felfe refused to put a name to him just now, else he’d die of chronic blushing – sat up gracefully, and caressed the side of Felfe’s face with a gentle hand. He could feel the action so intensely that it bordered on unrealistic.
“Kain.” There, he’d said it. He hadn’t even meant it.
The hand remained on his cheek, unmoving, while its owner smiled softly. That smile made him feel weak in spite of himself – he didn’t even know why. He tried not to tremble, but it seemed the other elf had noticed anyway.
“Are you all right?” That concerned tone melted him, and he found himself smiling timidly back.
Kain seemed to be remembering something, or several somethings, starting to laugh quietly. “You look so fragile… I’m always wondering how you managed to survive without me.”
Felfe sighed, trying not to get too comfortable. Not that that would be a bad thing, he supposed. It just wasn’t… how did he… this was all so sudden…
He hadn’t realized he was trembling until Kain pulled him into a slow hug, a hand rubbing his back comfortingly. Well, as much of his back as could be reached, what with the night-elf’s long, silvery-white reaching nearly to his waist. Felfe hesitantly put his arms around Kain, wondering what he was going to do now.
Well, making assumptions was always a mistake, even if said assumptions seemed quite plausible in the moment. He’d have to ask, even if it would probably kill him. Not to mention the answer…
Felfe pulled away from Kain slightly, trying to meet the other’s eyes and failing. “Did we… do it?”
What else could Kain’s turning up in his bed in the morning mean?
Kain opened his mouth to answer, those lips forming the beginning of what would surely be a one-word answer.
And then the world was plunged into a severe darkness.
And wasn’t that just the question to defeat all questions?
The night-elf growled, rising and brushing through his hair, all the while bickering back and forth with his mind, which had finally decided to show itself again.
‘I take it you’re rethinking that whole ‘just friends’ thing?’
‘Why would I be doing that?’
‘You just had a suggestive dream about him. That pretty much sums it up.’
‘It does not! And I didn’t really find out if it was like that…’
‘You know he was going to say yes.’
‘Of course not!’
‘How do you know?’
‘I don’t. I mean, I just do!’
‘Yeah, right. And anyway, what was the deal with that whole ‘let’s be cutesy friends and have tea parties’ idea? Anyone with a brain can see you like him in a completely non-platonic way. With the possible exception of Kain, of course.’
‘Don’t say his name like that!’
‘Like what? Kain.’
‘It sounds so wrong when you say it!’
‘KA-A-AIN.’
‘Gah! Don’t you dare-’
‘Oooh, Kaaain!’
‘Shut up!’
‘Heh heh.’
“Felfe?”
Felfe turned around so fast that he narrowly missed flinging the hairbrush at the mirror. Narrowly avoiding seven years of bad luck, which, added to Felfe’s current luck rating, would definitely prove fatal. But unfortunately, that wasn’t what he was worrying about at the moment.
Kain was leaning against the wall, looking perfectly at home, like he’d been there the whole time.
‘The… whole time? No, that’s not… that’s not possible!’
“K-K-Kain!” Felfe stuttered, dropping his hairbrush into the wastebasket without a second thought. Kain eyed the action with obvious humor, but was kind enough not to ask. “What are you d-doing here?”
“What do you mean?” Kain asked, incredulous.
Felfe was trying hard not to faint, thinking that maybe his dream had been real. Really real. Which would mean a whole lot of things he didn’t want to happen would have already happened. Wait, that was confusing!
“Did you… er…” Felfe stumbled, and tried again. “D-did… we…”
Kain didn’t seem to understand the incomprehensible sentences, and decided to give Felfe a gentle reminder. “You told me to meet you here in the morning. You don’t remember?”
“Huh?” Felfe deadpanned. “Oh… oh yeah.”
And suddenly he remembered the night before, when Kain had politely dropped him off at the inn entrance.
“Well then, I’ll see you soon.” Kain smirked characteristically, turning around.
“Wait!” Felfe tugged at the other elf’s arm. Kain glanced back at him inquiringly.
“Yes?”
“Maybe we should meet somewhere tomorrow… I dunno, I just feel bad that the only time I see you is when you save me from stuff.” Felfe flushed, for once only from humiliation.
“I’m a little busy tomorrow, but I have time in the morning. Is it all right if I meet you at the inn?”
“S-sure! Sounds good.” Felfe beamed, proud of his almost-without-stuttering sentences. He really was getting better, now that the whole awkward not-quite-friends-but-not-quite-anything-else thing had been called off. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”
He gave a little wave, and Kain smiled and then walked off into the distance, past the large pile of Southshore guards.
Felfe blushed from a combined reaction of embarrassment – forgetting his own words from just yesterday – and something else – last night’s dream that he had mistakenly interpreted as real. It was a pretty dark blush, being fueled by more than one source.
“Are you all right?” Kain asked, leaving the wall to stand in front of Felfe. Not as close as he usually stood, though, which was a relief.
But those words… they were the same! Everything was the same! It was like some sort of twisted reality, where – no, it was better to just stop these stupid runaway thoughts before they did any real damage.
“I’m fine.” Felfe replied almost automatically.
Silence took hold for a few deadly seconds before Kain spoke up. “So… what are we doing?”
“Huh?” Felfe blinked.
Kain only sighed, and decided to take matters into his own hands. “Well, let’s go.”
He opened the door, gesturing to Felfe in what was supposed to be an obvious manner. Felfe stared at him blankly. Finally, Kain walked over, took a friendly hold on his companion’s arm, and jumped out the window.
“What are you doing!?” Felfe shrieked as the air whistled by them on their rapid descent to the ground.
Kain, being the taller, landed gracefully without Felfe’s feet even touching the ground – he had the other elf pulled quite close to him, their eyes at the same level, so that Felfe was dangling off the ground a good few inches.
Knowing that it wouldn’t be long before Felfe started protesting at this, he swiftly set the smaller elf on his feet. “Now, wasn’t that fun?”
“No.” Felfe muttered. “Not if you’ve fallen off a cliff before.”
“Oh, my apologies. I had forgotten about that.” Kain said sheepishly. But he didn’t look sheepish, because blood-elves weren’t capable of that. They only had three settings – flirt, kill, and angst. It was already taking a great deal of strength for Kain to act simply neutral, and trying for ‘sheepish’ would probably result in his collapse.
Felfe wasn’t convinced, but his own natural cheeriness took over and he quickly went back to his usual self. “So, what are we doing?”
“I thought you had planned it…” Kain sighed.
Felfe immediately recognized him by the red mohawk, and after that he didn’t hesitate to call out. “Guanji!”
Kain watched the approaching troll mage with interest tinged with something that might have been protectiveness.
When Guanji reached them, he gave Felfe a hardy slap on the shoulder, and then turned to grin cheekily at Kain. He seemed to be trying not to laugh. “Hey, mon. Da name’s Guanji. An’ of course you be Kain.”
Kain nodded politely, but that was as far as the introduction went. Because, at that moment, a rather familiar figure rode up on his armored white stallion. It was a white horse because paladins always chose white over other hues, being that it was supposedly a pure color. Which probably explained why Felfe’s hair was white instead of, say, purple.
“I didn’t anticipate having the pleasure of meeting you here.” Kain said in a cold tone, his smile not coordinating right with his eyes, which narrowed dangerously. One person invading on his time with Felfe was enough, and he certainly didn’t appreciate his rival, of all people, showing up.
“Nor did I.” Lancelot retorted stiffly. He dismounted, and Guanji rushed up to him, showing him some item that looked suspiciously like a ring.
“What’s that?” Felfe asked before he could stop himself. He always had been curious. It was one of the many things that got him into trouble.
“This,” Guanji gestured at the rather tastefully made jewelry. “Be a Coral Band. Of da Boar.” He seemed proud of the small thing, beaming down at it like one would at a newborn baby.
But then again, Felfe was pretty impressed, too. It wasn’t everyday you found an uncommon item, after all. He’d only gotten around seven or so in his lifetime, so he figured they were very special.
While Felfe oohed and ahhed over the pretty item, Kain watched with a growing fascination. He saw Guanji nod, whisper something to Felfe, and then present the adorable night-elf with the ring. Felfe slipped it onto one of his fingers, examining the blue gem under the morning light, and giggling.
Kain was feeling very jealous. He had to get Felfe a ring, now, or his pride might make him do something stupid. Of course, Kain didn’t stop to think about the fact that running off to get Felfe a ring was also pretty stupid. This was a quest. To raise his Felfe faction reputation.
Felfe turned around to show Kain the ring, and Kain wasn’t standing there anymore. He frowned, wondering where the other elf had run off to, but figured he would be back. After all, it wasn’t like Kain to just abandon him like that.
So he went back to chatting with Guanji and Lancelot. After all, they were his friends, too. Although he didn’t know Lancelot well, Guanji did, and anyone who was a friend of Guanji had to be a good person. It was the transitive property. Or was that associative?
He walked into the huge clearing full of elder gray bears, and smirked. They didn’t stand a chance. He leapt into battle before they could react, killing in single slashes with Thunderfury. Yes, Thunderfury. It was his favorite sword, after all, and he enjoyed using it in his off-time.
He was a healer in his raid group in addition to being raid leader, but he didn’t like people knowing about that. He was supposed to be intimidating, fear-inspiring, bold. All that great stuff. So, of course, he wanted the general populace to picture him as a tank, or perhaps… just a damage-dealing machine. Either was good.
But in any case, the bears could hardly stand up to Thunderfury, and they fell in showers of blood, coughing up all manner of things from money to lesser moonstones to (interestingly often) their own tongues and gall bladders. This, Kain had always thought, was quite a feat. But even more interesting was when they yielded odd things like recipes and equipment.
Of course, the equipment was why he was here. He only had a few minutes before Felfe would be suspicious of him leaving, and probably be put off. Which would be very bad. He hoped that this batch gave him something good.
A glint on the detached tongue of one of the downed bears stopped him for a moment. Were bears even capable of getting tongue rings? He bent down and took hold of the ring and it came off freely, not attached to the tongue.
“Perfect.” Kain muttered, satisfied, and stuffed it into one of his bags. Time to go.
Of course, Felfe wasn’t actually worried. I mean, nothing dangerous could possibly happen to Kain, unless he walked off a cliff, and that was something only Felfe was capable of doing. But then maybe a bunch of alliance members had banded together and ambushed him… it was plausible, and a lot of people would love to get Kain, practically the leader of the Horde, in trouble. Big trouble. And when Felfe thought trouble he meant injury, death, and all that bad stuff.
But surely Kain wouldn’t go down that easily, right? He’d fight them all at once, heroically, and struggle to stay alive. He’d take many down with him, and only once he’d exhausted all his mana would he falter. And then…
Felfe belatedly realized that he had tears in his eyes, and he was shaking rather uncontrollably. Strange. He didn’t usually burst into tears in front of people. Wait, people?
Guanji and Lancelot were staring at him. Guanji, with an expression of sympathy, seemed about to come forward and ask him what was wrong. Lancelot, on the other hand, had never seen a male night-elf so emotional, and was quite dumbstruck.
But before either of them could say anything, a figure appeared in the distance, walking towards the three of them. And Felfe recognized the hair, the ears – heck, he could tell it was Kain just by the outline!
Before he could ask himself just what he was doing, he practically thrown himself at his friend, and started hugging him tightly, burying his face in the cold chest armor. He felt Kain’s arms wrap around him after a moment, and figured the other elf must have been pretty shocked to have been assaulted by a crying night-elf.
“Felfe, what’s wrong?” Kain asked in concern. Felfe wiped his face with his sleeve, and tried to stop crying.
“Y-y-you’re okay! I-I’m s-s-so happy…” He choked out, bursting into a fresh bout of tears. Kain offered him an altogether too frilly handkerchief, and he took it. Though the amount of lace on it didn’t accommodate its purpose very well, it would have to do.
“Of course I am. Did you think otherwise?” A sentence like this, normally, would sound arrogant and coarse. But coming from Kain, in that sort of tone, it was just what Felfe needed to hear.
“I was… b-being stupid. D-don’t mind me.” Felfe sniffed, taking deep breaths to try and stop the onslaught of tears. It was working.
Kain smiled, pulling him close again with a sigh that could have meant any number of things. But Felfe thought it sounded like ‘I’ll always be here for you.’ Of course, that could have been just Felfe…
At long last, when Felfe finally finished crying, he stepped back and returned to where Guanji and Lancelot stood, Kain in tow.
Lancelot looked less shocked now, and Guanji had a twinkle in his eye, and looked altogether very happy. No, that wasn’t supposed to be suggestive – stop thinking like that! Guanji was happy because Felfe was obviously head-over-heels for Kain, and Kain evidently returned the feelings.
Of course, it didn’t help that neither of them realized it. With the possible exception of Kain. But surely Kain would have made a move if he knew Felfe liked him? Ah, yes. He had made a move. That was the sad part.
“Where were you?” Felfe asked when he regained his voice.
“Oh, well… I…” Kain fished an item out of his bag and took Felfe’s hand, closing it over the small ring. “I wanted to get something for you. I’m sorry if I made you worry.”
Felfe gazed down at the ring – it was beautiful. A golden band with a flawless heart-shaped jewel set in it. A Heart Ring.
Felfe gushed for nearly half of an hour about how wonderful it was, causing Guanji to give Kain a knowing smirk and Lancelot to stare at his rival with a new kind of strange understanding. Felfe, of course, was oblivious to all of these exchanges, grinning at all of them with equal brightness, the new ring slipped onto a finger beside the first.
‘A ring from each friend…’ Felfe thought happily, content to such a degree that he felt like hugging anything in sight, including a couple trees, a chipmunk, and a scraggly mountain lion. Probably the same one that had tried to eat him last time.
And then something occurred to him. “Hey, Lancelot, are you gonna get me a ring, too?”
The other three men halted, casting looks at each other, then at Felfe. Felfe smiled, not knowing the cause of their conflict. Kain fixed his rival with a deadly glare, which Felfe was lucky not to witness. Lancelot nearly flinched.
“Well… you can only wear two rings at once, Felfe.” He pointed out cautiously.
“Oh, right!” Felfe nodded, not having known this before.
There was an awkward pause in conversation, in which Kain threw a look at Lancelot that clearly said ‘give him anything valuable and I’ll beat you up.’ And so Lancelot made up his mind.
“So, anyone hungry?” The paladin asked cordially. “Lunch is on me.”
Guanji cheered, and Felfe nodded enthusiastically. Kain smirked, and glanced at his longtime rival while trying to make it look like he was simply observing the scenery. Lancelot gave Kain a nod. Kain nodded back.
A truce had been declared, and at the moment everything was right in Felfe’s world.
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