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I really have to go to bed now because its almost 4am and I have stuff to do later. I'll do replies when I get the chance. uwu

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"Weeping Angels? Pft. They're just myths," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. He'd read something about them once and he didn't really believe it. He was now beginning to question those beliefs.

"They’re fast, faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back, don’t look away, and whatever you do… don’t blink."

He didn’t fully understand what they meant. The Legion was his first guess, but…

"What… what are you talking about, champion?"

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"I'm warning you, Arthas." His voice was still trembling, but there was clear anger in his voice. Varian managed to pull himself to his feet, a little unsteady, and still clutching at the wound, but he wasn't dead yet. That was a good start.

"I will slay you where you stand before you get to Anduin."

"Hurts, doesn't it?"

Varian’s hand lay over the wound, a few inches from his heart, and it pressed down hard, pathetic attempts to slow the bleeding down just a little. A few feeble coughs escaped, portions of blood coming with them, which he spat immediately onto Arthas’ boots.

"It does," he admitted. "But I’ve had worse."

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prince-menethil replied to your post:"Why are we in a graveyard?"

yOU DID NOT JUST

wrathofthelichqueen replied to your post:"Why are we in a graveyard?"

*ugly crying*

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"It is nothing!" He insisted, shuffling around until his whole body blocked Zeliek from the drawer. "Just- nothing! Why are you even here?"

"What’re you doing?"

"Nothing," he said quickly, shoving the papers hastily into a drawer and blocking it defensively. "Nothing at all."

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"Why are we in a graveyard?"

"You asked to see my wife, did you not?" He smiled vaguely as he ran his index finger over the golden plaque. "She’s here."

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"Who?" He asked, sounding more anxious. "You're not being very specific you know..."

"They’re fast, faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back, don’t look away, and whatever you do… don’t blink."

He didn’t fully understand what they meant. The Legion was his first guess, but…

"What… what are you talking about, champion?"

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Reluctantly, he let Arthas tilt his head upwards, and met his dead eyes, scowling angrily back at him with half-lidded, bloodshot eyes.

"Stay away from him." His voice trembled and broke as soon as the words fell from his mouth. "Stay away from him!"

"Hurts, doesn't it?"

Varian’s hand lay over the wound, a few inches from his heart, and it pressed down hard, pathetic attempts to slow the bleeding down just a little. A few feeble coughs escaped, portions of blood coming with them, which he spat immediately onto Arthas’ boots.

"It does," he admitted. "But I’ve had worse."

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"They’re fast, faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back, don’t look away, and whatever you do… don’t blink."

He didn’t fully understand what they meant. The Legion was his first guess, but…

"What… what are you talking about, champion?"

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"Hurts, doesn't it?"

Varian’s hand lay over the wound, a few inches from his heart, and it pressed down hard, pathetic attempts to slow the bleeding down just a little. A few feeble coughs escaped, portions of blood coming with them, which he spat immediately onto Arthas’ boots.

"It does," he admitted. "But I’ve had worse."

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"What’re you doing?"

"Nothing," he said quickly, shoving the papers hastily into a drawer and blocking it defensively. "Nothing at all."

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Send my muse one of the following to see how they react:

[ credit to talk-to-tennant ]

"Is— is it meant to be bleeding, that much?"

"Help me."

"Don’t touch me!"

"You’re a monster."

"Why are we in a graveyard?"

"How long’s it been?"

"Do you even know what you’ve done?"

"Tell me you’re sorry."

"Do it for me."

"They’re fast, faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back, don’t look away, and whatever you do… don’t blink."

"Good luck."

"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."

"Hurts, doesn’t it?"

"Oh, yeah. It does suck when someone says one thing and does the other, doesn’t it?"

"I’m scared."

"I need a doctor."

"Can I help?"

"Excuse you."

"What’ve you done?"

"What’re you doing?"

"How old are you?"

"That’s not how you use it…"

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"Even with a head start, you'll still win!"

Varian smiled to himself as an enthusiastic Anduin pulled him down the empty halls; he couldn't help but be reminded of when his son was so much younger and smaller. It didn't feel like too long ago he had to chase him down the same halls when he first learnt how to walk. Strange.

Father, would you like to play a game of chess with me?

Varian rolled his eyes at the prospect of another humiliating loss at that dreadful game, but he conceded with a bright grin. “Certainly. Perhaps the practise would do me well.”

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"Hm, I see. Perhaps you are right. However, should you change your mind, you know where to find me," he smirked. Strangely, a part of him was disappointed his offer had been turned down, though hopeful that he might one day be given the chance to see what exactly Wrathion could do.

"I do quite enjoy a challenge."

"You!" The young prince's furious voice sounded harshly off the walls of the keep, though the strange crack to its tone indicated the topic of this conversation was likely going to be far from impersonal. He stormed towards Varian, looking as distraught as he did angry. "How /dare/ you!" -w

Varian sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose out of partial frustration. Still, he wasn’t exactly surprised by this outburst - confused, If anything. “I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand what you are referring to,” he mumbled wearily, giving the prince a rather blank look.

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Heavily considering deleting this blog. I will see how I feel over the next week or so, but if I do decide to, you've all been great. Thank you.

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"Are you sure about that?" He asked. "I've heard a lot about you, namely from people who have worked with you. Exceptional strength, was what one of them said."

"You!" The young prince's furious voice sounded harshly off the walls of the keep, though the strange crack to its tone indicated the topic of this conversation was likely going to be far from impersonal. He stormed towards Varian, looking as distraught as he did angry. "How /dare/ you!" -w

Varian sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose out of partial frustration. Still, he wasn’t exactly surprised by this outburst - confused, If anything. “I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand what you are referring to,” he mumbled wearily, giving the prince a rather blank look.

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"Are you sure?" He asked gently. "I know melee isn't your forte. You know I'm more than happy to play chess if thats what you'd like to do."

Father, would you like to play a game of chess with me?

Varian rolled his eyes at the prospect of another humiliating loss at that dreadful game, but he conceded with a bright grin. “Certainly. Perhaps the practise would do me well.”