An unseasonably warm day in Hillsbrad provided Aely and Arrens yet another afternoon sitting on the bluffs above the coast. The sun shone brightly, and they’d brought a picnic with them, sitting and talking and enjoying the warm air. As the sun started to set, however, thick grey clouds rolled in and the wind picked up. The air took on a vaguely oppressive feel, and though the sunset colored the clouds with gorgeous streaks of amber and pink, rain was definitely on the way.
Neither Aely nor Arrens moved from their spot on the bluffs. Arrens’ proposal the night before – at that very spot, in fact – kept Aely’s mind busy, and their discussion rarely wandered far from the topic at hand.
“Can I admit t’ ye sommat no’ particularly grown up, nor much like me?”
Arrens raised an eyebrow. “You can tell me anything, my love, you know that. What bothers you?”
She sighed. “‘m worrit wha’ folk will say ’bout all this. ‘s too quick. ‘s too soon after yir injuries. ‘s impulsive an’ no’ thought through.”
Arrens nodded seriously; he paused for a moment in thought before responding. “Perhaps it is. Perhaps we’ll realize at some point that this was all a great big mistake and we were two fools that rushed headlong into something we weren’t ready for.” He paused a moment before continuing. “Or perhaps we’ll one day realize we were two lonely people looking for love and we got lucky…with each other, when we both needed it most.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips gently. “I may not know the outcome, my love, but I do know this: If we /do/ find out we’re wrong, I’m uncertain I’d ever care to be right again.”
Aely listened, thinking. “If… ” She trailed off. After a moment Arrens leaned over, kissing her gently on the cheek. “You’re overthinking it again, my love.”
She nodded. “I… yeh. I am. An’ I shouldn’t. ‘m overthinkin’ th’ best thing’s e’er happened t’ me.”
Canna ye trust ‘im? Canna ye trust yirself?
Aely sighed, leaning against his shoulder. “Love, I dinna ken wha’s like t’ happen. I’ve…” A bright, searing crack of lightning, followed almost immediately by heavy thunder interrupted her. Before either of them could react, the rains came – fat, heavy drops splattering all around them. Arrens laughed, shaking his head as the rain dripped into his eyes. She ducked out of the way of his ponytail, taking the opportunity to grab their makeshift tablecloth and pull it around their shoulders.
“Shall we take this as a sign that the Gods want us to head back?”
“I… no’ jus’ yet. I’ve go’ th’ courage up t’ talk t’ ye now, an’ I dinna wan’ t’ interrupt.”
Ye ken he’ll wait oan ye, as long as ye need.
Aye, an’ I dinna wan’ t’ wait oan it. I’m tired ay lettin’ one fuckin’ idiot ruin my ability t’ be in love an’ make decisions.
He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her tightly in next to him. The rain slowly picked up, punctuated by occasional thunder.
Jus’ tell ‘im. Give ‘im th’ answer ye’ve wanted t’ give since yesterday. Th’ answer e’en Bricu can see ye wan’ t’ give.
With a deep breath, Aely pushed herself back slightly, looking straight at him. “I canna tell th’ future. Canna e’en tell it’s going t’ open up an’ rain.”
Arrens simply looked up towards the heavens and grinned.
“Love, I… when th’ fear ay bein’ wrong is so o’ershadowed by th’ fear ay bein’ wi’out ye? When there’s no’ anythin’ I’d like more than t’ sit in th’ rain outside wi’ ye?” She paused, tears welling up behind fair red eyelashes. “I… yes.”
Arrens blinked. “… yes?!”
Arrens’ eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. The stunned look remained a moment more before his lips parted into the biggest grin Aely had ever seen on him. He stood and shouted, “YES!” hoping his words…her words…would carry far south, all the way to Stormwind, to be shared with their adopted family and friends. Aely laughed at the obvious joy he openly showed, a look much different than a mere two days prior from the hurt man she cared so much for.
Arrens reached down into his bag and pulled out his buzzbox, the soft static indicating it was yet on and operable even in the downpour around them. Pressing the button to transmit on the open communication channel, he shouted once more. “Yes!” Turning the buzzbox off and setting it into his bag, he laughed and danced around as Aely’s warm laughter egged him on.
At last, Arrens sat down behind her, pulling her back against him, kissing her deeply. Raindrops fell against her face, disguising the tears, and she kissed him back, fear and worry melting into warm nothingness. He whispered against her lips, “I love you.”
Another peal of thunder and the rain began in earnest, interrupting the string of kisses. Arrens grinned. “Shall we head back then? I believe I’ve a promise to keep about this evening.”
She laughed. “I’d like tha’. ‘sides, wir both gonna need t’ change clothes anyway.” Water finally soaked through his shirt, and she could see the bandages on his arm. “Ligh’ – yeh, we need t’ get ye inside. Tha’ wound needs t’ stay dry, so it dinna get infected.”
Taking Aely’s hands in his, Arrens pulled her to standing, wrapping his arms around her waist and spinning her around. “I’m sorry, my love.”
Aely laughed. “Why’re ye sorry?”
“For acting a fool in light of what you’ve just told me.”
“Why’d ye be sorry f’r tha’?!”
“Because I love you. Because I don’t want to be without you again. Because you’ve made me the happiest fool in all of Azeroth.” He rattled off a long list of reasons, stopping only occasionally to take a breath.
She interrupted him, kissing him soundly. “Shush. It dinna matter. Any of it. This ‘s all wha’ matters. I love ye.”
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