Cris and Kahlen decide to meet up for dinner, even after the chaotic encounter. They apologized for their behavior, but they didn't spend much time together before Kahlen decided to make her move on him.
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It was just a kiss to him. There weren’t any feelings behind it; No warmth, no love, no passion. Just two lips touching. For the pirate who loved the touch of a woman’s fingers on him or the scent of her warm body near him, she meant nothing but a friend. It was shocking and yet, satisfying to know that he was able to move on.
“Did you feel anything?” she asked, her back turned to him. She couldn’t see his face, or rather; she didn’t want him to see hers.
Cris was silent for a brief moment, trying to dig deep within him to find a hint of emotion before lifting his head and saying, “Honestly? No.” He noticed her body shiver with his words. “I love you as a friend, Kahlen, but nothing more.” He couldn’t believe the words himself. Another Cris would have embraced the woman, kissed her and lied to her, telling her that she meant the world to him only to have her give herself to him for a moment of pleasure, but this time, Cris simply spoke the truth: it was really over for him.
“Just, go.”
He had one more chance. One more chance to hold Kahlen. That’s all he had left. He walked up to her and held her arms gently, “Please stay in touch, Kahl. If you ever need anything, please let me know. I’ll be there.”
But she simply stood still, solid as a cold, stone statue, with the only sign of life spoken in a bitter low tone, “I won’t.”
With a nod, Cris turned around and walked away. He didn’t ask her if the kiss meant anything to her, but then again, he didn’t have to. Her hidden face and the way she turned away was more than enough to show him that there was something there for him still.
On the trip back to Orgrimmar, he simply sat on the deck of the airship, wondering what had just happened. One of those thoughts turned to Ziggly and he laughed loudly, turning heads toward him to watch the crazy man laugh. “Fucking Zig. What the fuck would you tell me about this?” He knew he was going to get scolded by his friend once more. Perhaps the goblin would tell him that pussy was pussy and that some woman was claiming him, a great weakness in the goblin’s eyes. However, Cris felt stronger this time around, as if he was able to control himself around a woman, something he wished he had when he was with Kahlen.
I wish things were as they were before…that we were still together…
He couldn’t help but replay those words in his head. Perhaps they would have been together happily, even with Baalian in the background. Perhaps their relationship would have reached that level where Kahlen’s old dream and promise to him would have come true and she would have given him that family he secretly wished for.
That final thought wracked his brain. Hitting his head against the ship, he sighed. “I suppose I don’t deserve a family,” he whispered. He thought of Rain for a moment and while it wasn’t up for discussion, he wondered if she ever thought of having a family with him, something that Kahlen was quick to declare. Cris shook his head and smiled, “Not while I keep taking my daily herb.”
A goblin onboard passed by him and laughed, “Crazy elf.” Cris lifted his head and laughed, before noticing that they were approaching the city of Orgrimmar. He rose and walked off the airship as it landed, heading to the city gates.
Before he began to wonder where she was, he found Rain sitting on a rock in the middle of the city. He had left her a letter telling her that he was meeting with Kahlen for dinner and he noticed a tinge of anxiety on her face behind the gentle smile she displayed. He walked straight toward her, his arms wrapping around her body and his head resting against her chest. This immediately alerted Rain, asking him what was wrong, but Cris sighed and simply said, “I love you, Rain.” Her warmth, her heart beating, her scent stirred his emotions reminded him what he needed him his life.
Despite his open show of emotion, Rain was skeptical, so Cris decided that talking privately was best, so they walked to the waterfall in the city. “If you need to be with her, I understand,” she told him. Words had not stung him as much as those.
“Rain, please believe me! It’s you I want.” He held her close, “I just know I lost my friend. She’s the one who still has feelings for me.”
“Then speak with her and try to mend things. I trust you.”
But Cris sighed and rested his head against her shoulder. “She needs time.” Holding Rain was peaceful and exactly what he needed. She was his serenity and his reason for living, for surviving, for going on. If he had to kill for the rest of his life in order to live one more day in Rain’s arms, he knew he would do it.
As they conversed for the rest of the night, something began to bother him in the back of his mind. If he had to kill to stay alive…
Cris’ eyes widened, remaining as silent as possible trying not to alert Rain. The last soul he had taken was Nascien’s soul, Rain’s asshole brother. That soul would have lasted a single day if not less, and yet, for two weeks already, he hadn’t felt any pain or need to get other souls. Rain’s conversation began to drown out as he thought about the last soul or souls before Nascien. He remembered being in Eversong with Ziggly and Ziggly ordering him to close his eyes. His hold on Rain tightened and while he knew she was asking him what was wrong and she quickly became concerned, Cris was numb to the world as he touched the shark tooth on his neck.
Ziggly…what did you do?
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