We met in Orgrimmar.
You were traveling home after a long day of working in that stuffy
office. The head of accounts, you called yourself. You were dressed neatly and
were very professional in your address. Even when you sat freshly bleeding from
an attack. I protected you and took you away to a safe place.
I thought I knew what I was doing and what I wanted. You changed
that. It was I who first expressed interest but you were the first to say those words. It was about a year ago, during
the fire festival. I brought the festival to you by pilfering the floating candle-wreaths
and putting them on our lake. One of the wreaths escaped and had to be retrieved
by swimming. You liked the presentation a great deal.
A few things I said to you, and then you said those words. It was
very confusing and some time was needed before they were answered properly.
You deserve to hear them again, darling. And infinitely many more
times.
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