#sylvanas musings » i deserved a clean death

[blue-eyed-banshee]

𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅!

𝖨𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌.

𝖶𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽.

𝖶𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.

𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁.

𝖭𝗈𝗐, 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌!

𝖶𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌 - 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.

𝖳𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽…

𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌! 𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗒!

𝖭𝗈… 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀…

𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽'𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾…

𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗒𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗋𝖾…

𝖶𝖤 𝖠𝖱𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖲𝖠𝖪𝖤𝖭!!!

      —-  𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟;  𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰'𝐬 𝐄𝐧𝐝

[tornsurvivors]

Isn't this what you wanted? Time sure feels like it's running out Just finish what you started Queen of nothing Wearing such a heavy crown

[thedragonisaprincess]

Nuellen Swiftstrike

(First photo; Worg/Wolves’ Names. In Order, top left to bottom right: Evina, The Blonde, Moro, and Amarr.)

Appearance -

Gender: Female

Race: Sin’dorei

Height: 5′6″ or 170cm

Eye Color: Jade/Teal Green

Hair Color: DARK Brown (Almost Black)

The Facts -

Birth/Name Day: March 15th

Occupation: Ranger-Captain of the 2nd Farstrider Battalion; Aerial Team Leader | Duskward Pathfinder of The Sunguard

Sexual identification: Bi/Pansexual (She’s still Unsure)

Romantic identification: Panromantic

Alignment: Neutral Good/True Neutral

Criminal History: To quote a similar answer in an older character meme: “Not a whole lot, but it would depend on where and when she was at the time. When Quel'Thalas was still allied with the humans, she probably would’ve been wanted in Lordaeron for disorderly conduct. Drunk in public. Fighting in an orcish tavern/inn. Probably punched a Blood Knight or two that really deserved it.”

Relationship Status: In a Relationship with @shahin. Though, Open sexually, after a long and very personal deliberation.

Favorites –

Favorite food: Warm and Buttered Bread, Freshly Cooked Meat, Fruit (ones that can be eaten on the go), Peaches Especially, Very Dark or Salted Chocolate, Cakes from Mellarue @mellonsilversun, Pies from Westel. @westelfirewing

Favorite drink: Coffee, Very Strong Ales/Meads (not picky about alcohol though.)

Favorite artist: “Why limit out any one or couple of artists? Art is a skill I appreciate in all it’s forms!”

Favorite scents: Freshly tanned leather, Damp Moss, Fur, Clean Hair, Wildflowers

Favorite person(s): In no particular order, she shares a great deal of love and affection for: Her Children, Velianor Novastorm @ocarina-of-what, Shahin, Alorinis Bloodarrow @chemicalbydefault, Westel Firewing, Laz’eehl of the Darkspear @eliryn, Cere’thien Blackwood @lissanaria (she doesn’t know her well, but wants to know more about her), as well as a few members from Stormblade Clan and The Sunguard.

Randoms –

Ten facts about your muse:

⚫ Nuellen can sketch almost every thing that she observes with an alarming amount of accuracy. However, she does not find this an artistic skill, but more of a necessary one for her past scouting jobs. She has a number of personal, leather-bound journals that she has made for herself to carry with her wherever she goes, be it for just casual observations of everyday life, or for something that she might spot that seems... suspicious. She will be able to sketch whomever or whatever she’s seeing.

⚫ Most people who have never met her or know about who she is, will automatically assume her current parents are her biological ones. This is not true; she was orphaned at a young age and had three older brothers who could not care for her. She was a ward to the Farstriders and after practically raising her of his own accord, Alorinis Bloodarrow decided to adopt Nuellen, and later legitimize her as a true daughter of his.

⚫ Due to the fact above this one, she almost never uses her new family name, except in political events she’s required to attend on Alorinis’ lands, The Grove; or, in social functions where using her newly acquired title as a noblewoman would be a favorable boon toward her interactions.

⚫ When she’s out scouting, she will actually pack a few fiction novels with her for when those hours of nothing happening show up while she’s out. Her favorite fictional genres are Mystery and-- Steamy Romance Novels.

⚫ One day! When the timing is right to finish her story... She will become a druid that follows the teachings of Aessina. Her long time struggle with “The Nightmare Pack” as I call them, is in reality, her latent druidic powers that she has repressed since childhood. Instead of just laying dormant, these powers have been lashing back out at her, making her believe she’s being influenced by The Nightmare.

⚫ She actually, doesn’t much care for Raptors. Those that know her, would be privy to the knowledge that one of her many animal companions is a Raptor named Ergrer. She originally saved him from another pack of Durotar Raptors that were trying to kill him for his different, more easily to spot, coloration; kind of like wild animals with albinism. Before this, however, she had the misfortune of being ambushed by Stranglethorn Raptors and lost a beloved companion before she could escape the pack.

⚫ While she has a respect and like for individual members of the Forsaken, as a whole, she is actually very unnerved by their presence. This nervousness around them is increased when she’s aware of, or near the presence of Lady Sylvanas, mostly because she still recognizes the woman as her former Ranger-General. Logic and knowledge of all the past things that they have helped (or not) with keeps her silent, but she believes that all in all, the dead should remain dead. This is the same for Death Knights.

⚫ When conscious of them, Nuellen can hide her emotional tells fairly well, but she almost never notices when she begins to chew on her cheek during moments of high tension, unease, or deep in thought.

⚫ Her friend and old battle buddy Laz’eehl has taught her some of his Rogue secrets and they used to sneak around Silvermoon City or Orgrimmar and snicker quietly to themselves about some of the people or scenes they would find, thinking they really were alone.

⚫ Nuellen loves winter time, but she hates the cold weather/air for one reason, really... The wound that is located on her left hip/leg will get stiff and uncomfortable. It’s a poorly healed wound, first from a Worgen warrior, then cauterized improperly, so the joints and musculature located around that wound are a little more sensitive to the cold atmosphere.

Five Things -

Things they like:

Dancing

Sleeping In

Listening to Songbirds

Laughter

Cool Autumn Mornings

Things they dislike:

High, Sharply Pitched Noises

The Smell of Rot

Blatantly Rude Folks (Includes Racism)

Dull Cooking Utensils

Uncomfortably Tight Underwear

Good habits:

Proper Hygiene

Shelter Clean-up

Open Communication with Work, Family, & Friends

Learning New (Fun) Things

Tries to Empathize with someone if she doesn’t understand their feeling about an issue.

Bad Habits:

Biting her Cheek

Snacking While Cooking

Tendency to Listen to Others’ Conversations 

Swearing

Coffee Drinker

Personalities they gravitate toward:

Calming

Humorous

Fatherly/Motherly Figures

Confident

Direct

Personality types they avoid:

(This is a kind of mix. There’s lots of negative personality traits she would avoid, but a lot would be “obvious?”)

Overly Sophisicated/To the Extreme

Dogmatic/Faith Extremists

Impassive

Unambitious

Conceited

Fears:

Hurting Loved Ones, her children most of all.

Enclosed, dark, tight spaces.

The Nightmare Pack (Navigate past stories to understand what this pack is.)

Faceless Ones

Becoming Completely Forgotten

Tagged By: Originally @fortress-and-flame but I’ll work on another one of these for him of Nuellea and maaaaaaybe Y’itsuna. :D

Tagging: I think almost everyone I know has already done or is working on this? So, uh, whoever decides this is neat enough to fill out!

[blue-eyed-banshee]

So I'm out on the front porch smoking a cigar and talking with @tornsurvivors

Jaina would definitely need a cigar after what she's been through! She and Sylvanas out of the balcony of their shared home in Tiragarde Sound and a bottle of her favorite Kul'tirian rum and Sylvanas would even have a glass or two! They both would each have a cigar and listening to a song on Sylvanas' music box! But not just any song, no it would be a song that is meaningful to the both of them. Something like the music they heard at the banquet the two met at!

Probably dancing a waltz or something similar to it. It would be just the two of them under a full moon and no war to worry about. No fighting, no diplomatic meetings to rush to; just the two of them. Their half elven children watching from a-far or even close to them!

[blue-eyed-banshee]

So.... @tornsurvivors and I were talking regarding Plunderstorm,

If Sylvanas saw Jaina wearing ANY Of those plunderstorm buccaneer shirts, I can just imagine a total cartoon moment of blood spatter out of her nose. I feel as if I do not have to clarify as to why.

Sylvanas wouldn't hear the end of Velonara and Alina's torment upon her gay panic.

However, if it was her sister's witnessing her reaction, that's an entirely different thing. They would be teasing Sylvanas about it without mercy. Now, the way that I see it is that this could take place way after Sylvanas completing their penance.

Because God damn it. These two deserve love and half elven children.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

How do you portray Sylvanas?

I portray Sylvanas after she had completed her penance within the maw, and she had a previous relationship with Jaina since before the third war. She was going to propose to her before she died but never got the chance to. But mainly, this is my own interpretation of what I think could happen after her penance.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

Jaina and the blood elves drinking at her wedding with Sylvanas.

You know someone would be stupid enough to challenge her to a drinking contest at the after-party. Hell, even Tandred would have a go at challenging her!

And I'd bet a whole flask of my favorite Russian vodka that Kul'tirian rum would hit extremely fast!

Sylvanas would obviously be cheering for her partner, all while making sure to take care of her in the morning because.... massive hangover. I wonder how bad it would be when Kul'tirian drink is involved?

I think we should get an ingame voiceline or interaction with Derek or Tandred where they mention that in a way. But know blizzard and their obsession with making it practically pg 13 or something shit- they won't do it. All because a DEV and his kid were playing the game and keep in mind, the kid was way too young to be playing a game such as WoW.

Anyway, it's super late for me, and I'm thinking about these two women instead of sleeping!

[blue-eyed-banshee]

If Jaina and Sylvanas were to go to concert, you'd bet they'd both get fucked up! And probably make out.... with tongue.

I'd think Sylvanas would be the more drastic one compared to Jaina unless she's had quite a few drinks.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

Sylvanas memories (Sylvaina edition)

There she was, laying on a bench in Oribos. Around her were members of the horde, including Uther and Bolvar Fordragon

"Sylvanas' soul... has been fractured. From the moment of her death... until now." A calm yet sorrowful voice spoke, and Jaina could only focus on the woman in front of her with worry etched on her face.

His hand hovered over the scar on her chest before he began to see what had happened.

Banshee queen and ranger general having an argument of what had happened to them and... Teldrassil.

"Uther, can you do anything?"

"I will see what I can do, Jaina. But I'm not sure if it will work." Uther stated with a frown to which Jaina nodded slowly.

"I understand, Uther. But please... try to bring her back. She means a lot to me more than you know."

Uther was told about her prior relationship with Sylvanas when she was alive, and he loved how she grinned when she spoke about her.

"You have my word, Jaina. I will try everything in my power."

Uther glanced back at the still form of the now former banshee queen, examining her wound she had gotten from Arthas.

"Her wound... runs so much deeper.. than mine." He stated. His eyes widened before he slowly took off his chest peice and slowly took hold of Sylvanas arm and brought it towards his own wound from Frostmourne.

A flash, and he was in his armor from when he was a paladin of the light. He knew he was in Westfall, a location he knew well. He headed in the direction of Goldshire, where he was an elf with armor from what he had seen in her mind prior.

The Ranger-General's ear twitched slightly as Uther made his way over to her, his armor clanking.

"Well met... Ranger-General."

Sylvanas turned, and her brow furrowed in confusion. Who was this human? She recognized the location around her, Goldshire.

"Wh- what is this? Who are you?"

"Someone who shared your fate... felled by the blade of the very same prince."

The ranger-general's blue eyes closed before opening,

"Arthas..." She whispered before paving back and forth.

"I died trying to stop that monster, only to wake up haunted by one with my face!" She raised her voice as she gestured to her own face.

Uther's brow furrowed as he tried to think of how to tell her.

"That banshee... is you."

The ranger-general's blue eyes widened before she slowly shook her head.

"No.. I can not accept that."

Uther transported her to a burning tree and decayed land.

"Her path began where yours ended, and you've seen the decisions she made."

The ranger-general's armor clanked as she moved.

"Never... in a thousand life times, would I betray everything I stood for!" She slowly waved her hand and scoffed.

"You couldn't possibly understand..."

The paladin sighed deeply and closed his eyes as a second half stepped out before standing at his side. This one was blue with white wings and different armor.

"The jailer is deceptively cunning. When I realized I had become his pawn... it nearly destroyed me. He had no doubts it would destroy you as well, was he right?"

Uther waved his hand, and they were standing in front of a burning tree.. Teldrassil.

"Or will you accept her shattered legacy and tell us how to stop him?"

The ranger-general slowly turned to look at him, once again her armor making a slight clanking noise.

"Her crimes... are unforgivable.." She had such sorrow in her tone and her eyes were opened to what she was told.

"Yes..."

"And she... I must accept the consequences." Her brows rose in disbelief, and her blue eyes softened with shock. The ranger-general was indeed overwhelmed by everything that was put in her face in such a short amount of time, but She had felt this before; when she was informed, Ronin had died to the mana bomb.

Uther felt conflicted. If she can even handle everything she had done.. but it was necessary to show her.

The banshee half of Sylvanas walked over to them and glanced at the ranger general.

"What he says is true.. we were manipulated by the Jailer. Azeroth is in danger... again." Her voice sounded tired. Tired from the never-ending battles, tired of arguing over something that the ranger general could never see and come to terms with.

"We sought to protect Lirath from the dangers of Azeroth.. but even we couldn't do that.. and we have always fought for our world and what's the right path."

Banshee and Ranger-General had solemn glances at one another when Lirath was mentioned, but now wasn't the time for mourning. No, now was the time for action.

"We faced darkness once before. And we can both find the right path if we accept his offer..."

Both women turned to Uther.

"Time is short. Make your choice. Know that Jaina Proudmoore still carries love in her heart for you despite what happened to her. I can be sure she will be happy to see you two finally whole."

With that, Uther placed Sylvanas' arm down onto the bench, and immediately he felt all that energy he had fade.

"I've done all I can." He turned to everyone still standing where they were.

"I do not know how long it will take, but we should give her time to decide." Uther's eyes landed on Jaina, who tightened her grip on her staff, and she was in thought.

It wasn't hard to know what the lord admiral was thinking about; Sylvanas.

One by one, everyone left to give Sylvanas some space. All except Jaina, who was sitting on the ground with her back against the wall to be near Sylvanas. She wanted to be there for her when she woke.

"You're getting your robes dirty.."

Jaina's head shot up, and she released a breath she didn't know she was holding onto. Her sea blue eyes began to water at the sight of Sylvanas sitting upright and was making her way to her.

Jaina's breath was stolen just like all those years ago at Kael'thas' welcoming banquet for her; where she met Sylvanas. Her eyes were no longer burning embers.. but blue? It almost pulled her in, hypnotizing her.

She hadn't realized she was sitting sitting on the floor until Sylvanas mentioned it, and she quickly got to her feet. She desperately wanted to grab her by the straps of her now tunic she wore. She was stripped of her armor, bow, and quiver, yet she still looked elegant as always.

She reached out but curled her fingers back and recoiled her hand and back down to the side. She had to be sure, she needed be sure her heart wasn't playing tricks on her.

"I-.."

Sylvanas smirked and it wasn't just any smirk. It was that smirk where her Elven fangs showed. The same smirk she made at the gathering all those years ago when Jaina's words died in her throat when she asked for a dance.

"I thought we were past being shy, Jaina. Or do you want me to ask for a dance with Uther and the others around?"

That was all it took, and she curled her fingers around the leather strap and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. She didn't worry about anyone else seeing them, not anymore.

Tears wet her eyes, and she reluctantly pulled back, much to Sylvanas' yearning for it to never end.

"I... thought you'd be angry with me, Jaina." She spoke in thalassian softly before gently wiping the other woman's tears from her eyes with such care.

"I was. But it doesn't matter. You're back with me." She replied before she hugged her again, and this time, she began to sob

She had endured so much, and this was the one time she was able to remember how happy she felt before everything happened.

Sylvanas rubbed her back in gently circles, gently reassuring her she's here and never leaving. More eyes were gazing in their direction from the Horde and alliance leaders, and she saw some angry faces while others were in disbelief she was truly back.

The undead elf felt Jaina take her hand. "I missed you."

Elven ears twitched slightly at the whisper, which made her smile even more.

"I missed you too, but we have all the time in the world once we save Anduin." She said before Bolvar walked up to them with Thrall.

"Sylvanas."

"Bolvar."

Bolvar's body language was difficult for anyone to understand, but she suspected he wanted the same thing she did.

Revenge and save Anduin.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . Sylvanas and Lor'themar or Jaina- your call

Sylvanas fired arrow after arrow her sparring partners which were both Lor'thermar and Jaina. The older elf rolled out of the way and fired at arrow back at the undead high elf who dodged it without effort. Jaina summoned a large ice elemental to her side as well as icicles to throw when ready. She would not hold back in her attacks despite this being a sparring session and even if she was dating the undead high elf, she would not hold back. She was fully aware her lover still had the powers that the Jailer bestowed upon her but in a prior discussion before Sylvanas penance, she vowed to never use those abilities except when it was necessary.

The lord admiral was lost in thought and distracted and Sylvanas fired an arrow which hit the mage in the shoulder, making her eyes widened in shock. She watched as Jaina knelt on one knee with a pain expression on her face. "Jaina!" She cried in worry as she dropped her bow and ran towards the other woman. Lor'thermar halted his attack immediately and rushed to Jaina's side, kneeling down on the other side of her. "Dalah'surfal.. I'm sorry." Sylvanas whispered not caring if dust made its way down her cheek and onto Jaina's uniform. All she could focus on was the woman injured in front of her and all voices seem to be distant except for Jaina's. I'm okay, Sylvanas. Don't cry... please.

The undead elf had gifted her a pendant when they reunited in Dalaran after Sylvanas completed her penance. The undead high elf proposed to her with it as she wanted to do so many years ago before she went to defend her homeland from Arthas. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." She whispered, putting pressure on the wound before speaking to her lover once more. Try not to move, this will hurt.. trust me.

jaina nodded before Sylvanas yanked the arrow out of her shoulder and it pained her hearing Jaina cry out in pain. If her heart still had a beat, it would break at the sound.

"Lor'thermar, get a healer!" She shouted as the man nodded and hopped on his dragon hawk and flew with haste to Silvemoon. It hurts...

I know but a healer is on their way. Try to focus on my voice, Dalah'surfal. I'm not going anywhere, this is I swear.

This was a tradition way of saying a promise within the language of the high elves, Alleria had said it when she was tasked with hunting a large lynx appropriately known as 'The Mauler'. She had told Jaina of what happened that day once before, how Alleria would have died if she had not intervened but in doing so, she had caused her sister to fail her test and she regretted it every day.

Sylvanas' hands were covered in blood but she still kept pressure on the wound. Her ears twitched slightly at the sound of footsteps and she spun around aiming an arrow in the direction before she lowered her bow upon seeing it was just Lor'thermar and a priest from Silvermoon. "About damn time. Can you do anything?" The older sin'dorei walked over and crouched to get a better look at the wound that was caused by the arrow. He began to apply pressure just as Sylvanas had before. He glanced at his two companions before he smiled. "She will be alright but we must get her to Silvermoon. Lord Admiral, are you okay with Sylvanas carrying you?" He asked in a gentle tone after he turned to face Jaina, who nodded with a pained expression on her face. "Sylvanas, take her and we will ride by dragon hawk back to Silvermoon."

The former ranger general nodded as she walked over to her lover, bending down to get on eye level with her. "I have to carry you to the dragon hawk, this will hurt again." She said in thalassian which Jaina understood fluently and the mage nodded before Sylvanas wrapped her arms around her back and waist and lifted her into her arms with a wince from the woman in her arms. "Try not to move and focus on my voice, dalah'surfal." She whispered softly before she felt Jaina wrap her arms around her neck to support herself and she laid her head on the elf's chest with a sigh of content.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

I'm rewatching the Sylvanas Shattered legacy cinematic and I find myself wondering what some of the conversations that RG Sylvanas and Banshee queen Sylvanas share with one another. No doubt it would include Jaina! Banshee queen letting it slip that she wanted to raise her (Jaina) into undeath to rule at her side and RG Sylvanas just being... appalled at the thought. And yes, I think she would have had that thought at some point especially during the battle of undercity. I'm also thinking about the siege of Orgrimmar cinematics. Sylvanas would want to try to talk to Jaina desperately and try to get her to understand that not everyone in the horde is like Garrosh but.... she's blinded by what happened with Theramore that she insults Sylvanas to her core- something she only shared with her. Of course, Jaina wouldn't take it back- not when she's that angry and freshly filled with hatred for the Horde. I'd like to think... that's when the two went their separate ways because Sylvanas can't bear to see Jaina do this to herself. Just as she couldn't bear to see Arthas purge an ENTIRE town. That would obviously strike a chord within Jaina. How could it not after all she's been through? For a split second, Jaina would come to her senses. But what's done is done.

Sylvanas wouldn't hold anything against Jaina, of course. Not after how wanted to help but everyone was watching her every move. Jaina, on the other hand, she would feel remorse at what she said to Sylvanas. Which is probably something that really strikes Sylvanas to her core. I'm not saying Jaina would compared her to Arthas, because she knows better. But... all I think of, she would mention what if the Horde had kill Lirath. That would be like a dagger in the back for Sylvanas. And Jaina instantly regrets it as soon as she said it. But she can't take it back.

Eventually, Jaina would grow out of that hatred within her heart and when she reunited with Sylvanas, she felt so guilty that she wasn't sure if Sylvanas would want to even start over with her. But to her surprise, Sylvanas forgave her which would cause her to break down within the undead high elf's arms.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

fervently

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

In life, Sylvanas loved to make puns just to annoy Jaina. But, she secretly loves it when her girlfriend throws a pun here and there (Even the really bad ones!)

It's one of the things she surely missed when Sylvanas died. Before they reunited... down the line upon learning Sylvanas became the banshee queen, the first thing she asked Sylvanas when they had were alone was; "None of your famous 'Windrunner quips'? No puns? You used to tell them a lot." Jaina said with a slight blush and a smile, moving a loose strand of white hair behind her ear.

Sylvanas was still as stone, her red eyes unblinking as if she was caught in memories of the past. A few moments had past when she finally spoke;

"Well, can I just marvel at the woman in front of me?"

She smirked widely when Jaina blushed even more, that damn fanged smirk made her tingly. "You keep that up, we won't leave your quarters."

The elf had a mischievous sparkle in her eye, the same one she always had in life which made Jaina smile. "Is that so, Lady Proudmoore?" She purred and that was enough. Jaina stepped forward and grabbed her by her ascham strap and pulled her in for a fierce kiss.

Their tongues dueled for dominance before Jaina reluctantly pulled away for air. She saw that fanged smirk again and she didn't even realize she was holding her breath until her lungs burned for air.

"Just kiss me again... please." She whispered.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

What is your animal familiar?

The Weasel is a strikingly intelligent familiar, known for its sneakiness and cunning through any situation. They are actually, being a predator, very strong and determined fighters. However, one with a Weasel familiar may be easily subject to temptation or an impulsive, do-now-ask-questions-later mindset. They tend to speak their mind, and have a knack for sarcasm or pulling pranks. Though your cleverness may help you find a quick way out of conflicts, don't trust your luck too much.

A Weasel familiar helps their master find clever routes, keep them precise with their wording, and makes sure that they have a few tricks up their sleeve.

Tagged by: @tornsurvivors

Tagging: YOU, the the meatbag reading this!

[blue-eyed-banshee]

Verath would have approved immensely of Jaina dating his daughter! After seeing how happy Sylvanas is with the mage, of course, he would approve! He would even have one of her sisters complete her ranger general duties for her if she went to visit Kul'tirias.

Within Ardenwheald, he would appear to Sylvanas after her penance and they would eventually talk about her relationship, he would wish the best to them and hope that they would settle down together, free from the on going war.

He would eventually appear to Jaina within Proudmoore keep or when she was in stormwind for some conversation and voice his approval of her dating Sylvanas as well as talk about the second war and the rest of his family.

I'd like to think Jaina would briefly make him corporeal so he could give her a hug.

In other words, Verath is the supportive father to Sylvanas and will be there for both her and Jaina.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

Title: A Reunion Beyond the Veil

The world was quieter now. Azeroth had been through so much—wars, betrayals, and moments of fragile peace. The final battle had taken everything from Sylvanas Windrunner, but in her heart, she had no regrets. She had faced her demons, made her choices, and now, in the stillness of death, she hoped for one thing: to see Jaina again.

As her spirit drifted through the Shadowlands, she felt an unfamiliar warmth. The cold chains of her past were gone, replaced by a sensation she hadn’t known for centuries—hope. Her surroundings began to shift, the dark void giving way to a soft, glowing light.

She stepped forward cautiously, her keen senses picking up the faint scent of sea salt in the air. The mist parted, revealing a familiar shoreline—the cliffs of Kul Tiras, where she and Jaina had once shared stolen moments of peace away from the prying eyes of the world. Sylvanas’ breath caught as she saw a figure standing by the water’s edge, a flowing robe of deep blue billowing in the gentle breeze.

“Jaina…” Sylvanas whispered, her voice trembling for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

The figure turned, and there she was—Jaina Proudmoore, her silver hair catching the light of the ethereal sun. Her eyes, once burdened with the weight of the world, now sparkled with unspoken emotion.

“Sylvanas,” Jaina said softly, her voice filled with a warmth that melted the last remnants of the Banshee Queen’s icy resolve. “I knew you’d find your way here.”

Sylvanas moved toward her, every step feeling like a dream. When she finally reached Jaina, she hesitated for only a moment before pulling her into a tight embrace. The feeling of Jaina’s arms around her was everything she had longed for, everything she had feared she would never feel again.

“I thought… I thought I had lost you forever,” Sylvanas murmured, burying her face in the crook of Jaina’s neck.

Jaina held her close, her hand gently stroking Sylvanas’ hair. “You never lost me, Sylvanas. Even in death, I could never forget you. I waited for you, knowing that our love would guide you back to me.”

Sylvanas pulled back just enough to look into Jaina’s eyes, her gaze filled with a mix of awe and disbelief. “How can you forgive me after everything I’ve done?”

Jaina smiled, her eyes softening as she cupped Sylvanas’ cheek. “Because I know the woman you truly are. The one who fought for her people, who faced unimaginable horrors, and who loved me with a passion that defied the darkness. I see you, Sylvanas, and I’ve never stopped loving you.”

Tears welled up in Sylvanas’ eyes, a rare and raw emotion she hadn’t felt in ages. She leaned in, capturing Jaina’s lips in a tender kiss, the kind they had shared in the quiet moments before the world had torn them apart. The kiss was filled with all the words they hadn’t been able to say in life, all the love that had transcended even death.

When they finally parted, Sylvanas rested her forehead against Jaina’s, breathing in the scent of the sea and magic that had always surrounded her love. “I wanted to make things right, Jaina. I wanted to be with you, to live the life we were denied.”

Jaina smiled gently, wiping away a tear from Sylvanas’ cheek. “And now we can. Here, in this place, we have all the time we were robbed of. We can build a new life, free from the burdens of the past.”

Sylvanas nodded, feeling a peace she had never thought possible. “A new beginning… with you.”

Jaina kissed her once more, sealing their unspoken vows. “Together, always.”

As they stood there, hand in hand, watching the waves lap gently at the shore, the world around them faded, leaving only the two of them and the love that had defied death itself. In this place beyond the veil, they were free—free to be the lovers they had always been, bound not by fate or duty, but by the purest of bonds.

And as the sun set on the horizon, Sylvanas knew that this was her true home—by Jaina’s side, for all eternity.