Gazer

Part Two

The close proximity makes them fidget on the bed, their sneaking glances make it worse. So many words they want to say, but the speakers keep them trapped. She doesn't want to come off as too forward and spook him; he doesn't want to say the wrong thing and drive her away again. Eventually it becomes too much, and both speak at once. Nervous giggles give way to shyness and steeling frazzled nerves and thoughts of drink for courage.

"I did not mean to upset you so, Ullulnna," he speaks slowly, carefully. "The words jumbled and tied up my tongue in such unfamiliar knots, I-"

"I understand," she interjects with a caressing hand. He never knew that such a gentle touch could soothe and excite his body all at once. "Perhaps I overreacted with my misjudgment."

"Not at all! That is an appropriate response to an inappropriate statement! I should've worded my response more clearly, in a way that wouldn't cause such unneeded confusion."

Ullulnna looks at Tyrael closely now - notices the puffiness under his eyes, the tautness of his cheeks in contrast to the extra wrinkles weighing the corners of his lips ever downward. She cradles his fiercely handsome face and smiles at how his frantic eyes glow brighter before subduing to soft leather. "I had not realized how much our travels have exhausted you so until now. I am so sorry."

He cups her hands and shakes his head. "I chose this path, and I am honored to walk this with you." His jittery nerves welcome the balm of her cool hands; his lips forming the words his heart has beat into his chest since he met her as The Fallen Star. "I do not wish for anything more than what you are willing to offer me. I only wish that I may spend the rest of my mortal time with you. If there was a way to give you my immortality so that I could worship you and your grace, I would do so. If ther-" His lips are irrevocably sealed with a press of her finger, and his adulations stifled with an amused look.

"I believe I have the picture," she chuckles.

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Aldena's buzzing mind welcomes the mostly silent cobblestones to muse about her predicament and her sister's riddle. She's so deep in thought she doesn't notice her friend until a friendly zombie dog trips her. She looks up at Ullulnna's smiling face in between finding off his kisses. "I take it that it went well?"

"Very, though I wonder why you had to go all the way to Westmarch for a drink or three."

"You know how much I like the street paths they have - well, had," she says leading the way to the river. "Besides, I have a lot on my mind. Walking helps."

"Anything I can do to help?"

She sighs. "I do not know yet; I believe my situation needs more time. I am glad you are smiling again, but please tell me you have removed him from my room. I would like to go back into slumber alone."

Ullulnna chuckles, "Yes, he returned to his rooms. Just as we will right now - won't we, Ngenzokwami?" Resounding barks and nudges move the two women to the portal back to New Tristram where they talk until the early hours of morning. Ullulnna makes sure to leave a hangover potion for her sleeping friend, just in case.

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A/N: Ngenzokwami = I do what I want to [Zulu]