𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒕𝒆'𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉丨𝔅𝔊3𝔛𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛

𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖. Well, you did dream. But it was so stressful, it felt like work more than a rest.

Gale was side eye-ing you. You thought maybe he hated you for cowering, thought so much lesser than what you were. You'd have to make it up at some point. Or let him see the truth, you were scared. You wanted to sleep and forget it all, go back home to your lovely country.

Zevlor and Aradin were at each others throats, you approached. From a distance.

"𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋!" Zevlor stood tall over Aradin, he was even angrier than at the gates. It was some what hot to you, this gentle, strong leader getting all riled up and protective. Damn to your dilfs blindness. If he touched you it was over, you'd die happily.

"𝙒𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣' 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨." Fuck Aradin. Fuck that rotted bitch. He deserved to be denied into Lorroakan's.

They were at each others throat. Fanning hot breaths on each other's faces.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙙, 𝙩𝙤𝙤! 𝙐𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚!" Oof. Halsin.

"𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙞𝙣." you piped in.

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 '𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣?!?" Aradin condescendingly glared at you.

"𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩! 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚!"

"𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩."

"𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥" JEsus christ. He was angsty as fuck. Real as shit but dude.

"𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚. 𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙."

"𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝. 𝘼 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙." you chimed in. You didn't NEED to see Aradin head off, you knew he could stay if you had the persuasion skills of a monk. He'd be contented to stay instead of get more of his crew killed.

They stared at each other, ignoring your presence. About to blow up and bitch slap one another.

"𝘽𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨." you said sternly. And who the fuck are you bitch? to be bossing grown men around?

"𝙃𝙚𝙮. 𝙕𝙚𝙫𝙡𝙤𝙧, 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪." you put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him backwards gently. You dragged him a bit up the hill to have a private conversation.