Inspired by "The Last High" by The Dandy Warhols
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He opened his eyes slowly, his arm still around his partner, who nestled against him since the night before. Her hands clung onto his bare chest, as if she needed that touch of flesh and comfort. He hugged her closer to him, causing her to stir, her bare leg wrapping around his body, using him as a body pillow. Cris smiled as he looked down at her sleeping face. His hand moved her long blonde hair away from her face before he leaned down to kiss her forehead. He took a deep breath and leaned his head against the tree trunk, gazing at the canopy of green that covered the dim sky in Moonglade. He looked at the clothes spread around them and he slowly tried to reach for her shirt and pants. Once attained, he draped them over her naked body in an attempt to cover her.
“I’ve missed you, Laer,” he whispered against her forehead as he kissed her again. Laerchel stirred once more, a soft smile spreading across her face, but that was the only reaction he got from her. Cris looked at her and wondered how it was possible that they could be best friends, intimate, and not be in a relationship. He caressed her face and smiled softly. She was just like him, a free-spirited creature who ruled her own life. At least, that’s how he was. He shook his head. No, that’s how he is. He had assured himself that the past would stay in the past and the future would come with new adventures.
Cris didn’t lack intimacy. He was alone, but he was favored by a majority of the whores in Booty Bay, as well as Laerchel, and many other women he would happen to run into. That wasn’t the problem. The problem remained in the feeling of loneliness once the night was over. Yes, he could easily show up again the next night, but he wanted more than just intimacy. He wanted a companion.
Laerchel shifted in his arms again and stretched a bit before settling back in his embrace. He smiled down at her again and looked around for his pants. He was dying for a cigarette. Carefully, he moved Laerchel away from him, using his shirt as a pillow for her head, laying her down on the ground. He stood and stretched his body, shaking his long auburn hair before tying it up. Sliding his pants on, he reached for his bag and looked for an extra shirt. He closed his eyes and shook his head. One of the shirts he particularly liked had been left behind in Elwynn forest the night he and Davina had left the cultist camp.
“She owes me a shirt,” he muttered. He pulled out a red shirt and pulled it over his head and leaned over to grab his boots. Slowly, Cris slipped them on then withdrew his pistol from the holster attached to the inside of his boot. He checked it, checked the bullets, and placed it back into his boot. After grabbing his dagger, he stepped away from the resting spot, looking down at the sleeping woman. “I’ll be right back,” he softly said as he headed toward Nighthaven.
The night elves and Tauren simply stared at him, nodding politely but quietly curious about the elf’s presence in Moonglade. Cris found food and drink, purchased his goods, and walked back to the tree where they had stayed. As he left, he heard some of the younger night elf women chuckle and blush as he passed by. He grinned and shook his head, silently enjoying the attention.
Placing the food on the ground, he noticed Laerchel was already sitting up, her clothes back on, and her head leaning back against the tree with her eyes closed. “Morning, sleepy head.”
“Is it morning? You can’t tell here, huh?”
“Nah, but we can assume it is.” Cris reached for a cigarette from his bag and searched for his lighter. “Eat. Wouldn’t want you to pass out like some dainty chick.” He grinned and glanced at her as he placed the cigarette between his lips.
Laerchel laughed and threw a rock at his ass. “Jerk.” Cris dodged the rock and winked at her as she chuckled, reaching over for some fruit. “Are you late for your ‘training’ at Orgrimmar?” She smirked and looked up at him.
Cris exhaled and chuckled, reaching for his silver pocket watch. “Hmm, kinda. It’s okay. They don’t expect much from elves anyway.” He shrugged and finished his cigarette, dropping the butt onto the ground and stepping on it. He walked toward Laerchel and sat besides her, placing his head on her shoulder. “You alright?”
She nodded her head as she continued to eat, managing to let a “Yup” out. She took a piece of fruit and offered it to him, placing it in his mouth. Cris closed his eyes as he chewed. For a moment, everything felt right to him. The world was normal and there was no heartache. For a moment, life was good. He looked up at her and stared, which made her turn her head and look down at him. “What?”
Cris shook his head and smiled at her. “Nothing.” He pushed himself and kissed her lips, to which she kissed back.
“Just like a puppy,” she chuckled.
He laughed and held her arm. “Ay.”
“So, to Orgrimmar?”
“Yup.”
“And the Event?”
“As soon as we contact Ziggly.”
Laerchel nodded and swiftly moved toward him, straddling him, much to his surprise. She kissed him and pressed against him. “Then let’s do this!”
Cris chuckled and kissed her again. “Yes, let’s.”
They picked up their belongings and the food and left Moonglade, heading toward the chaos in Orgrimmar.
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