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“No.” Rommath replied. Much as he would love for her to live here in the city with him, it was impossible. He had a feeling she would not enjoy being kept a secret, more than what was normal for them. Having her here felt much the equivalent of keeping a wild animal in a cage. Disaster was imminent. For the millionth time since the rogue wiggled her way into the Grand Magister’s heart, he wished greatly that things would be different and they could have their fairy tale ending. Or whatever was close enough for a Grand Magister and the leader of a secret organization.

“You know we can’t do that... Much as I wish it were simply that easy.” He continued. “To be able to come home to someone who I can actually tolerate every day.... It’s a wild fantasy, truly. But a fantasy nonetheless.”

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Rommath sighed. He…Supposed he couldn’t disagree with her on that one. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want her here, but more so constantly questioned the safety of sneaking into the city. There was always the lingering fear of if she would be caught. What would she do then? What would he do? That wasn’t a question he wanted to dote on at the moment. Rommath simply shook his head as he motioned to light the room around them, mage fire sparkling as lanterns and candles sprang to life. There, that was much better.

“I suppose you have got me there.” He replied. He hummed for a moment then. “That would be ideal wouldn’t it? If, of course, you lived here. Then perhaps you wouldn’t hear my constant nagging about petty crime such as this. Anyways, my love, what’s brought you all the way out here? Shouldn’t the great Shadowblade be off doing thuggish activities with her goons rather than gracing some humble Grand Magister’s couch?”

🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ Nanthis was never worried about her safety, and perhaps that was the problem. She never considered what would happen to him if she were caught–it wasn’t as though the information could be tortured out of her, she had scars that proved that would never be the case. It was the emotional scarring that she hadn’t quite accounted for. 

The elf looked about the room when he set it alight and she shrugged her shoulders. She preferred the darkness, and did in fact, enjoy doing thuggish activities with her goons. But some things deterred her from that, and this happened to be one of them. The prior section of his response to her earned her a reason to speak on what she was there for.

“I could. Live here, I mean.”

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Rommath sighed. He...Supposed he couldn’t disagree with her on that one. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want her here, but more so constantly questioned the safety of sneaking into the city. There was always the lingering fear of if she would be caught. What would she do then? What would he do? That wasn’t a question he wanted to dote on at the moment. Rommath simply shook his head as he motioned to light the room around them, mage fire sparkling as lanterns and candles sprang to life. There, that was much better.

“I suppose you have got me there.” He replied. He hummed for a moment then. “That would be ideal wouldn’t it? If, of course, you lived here. Then perhaps you wouldn’t hear my constant nagging about petty crime such as this. Anyways, my love, what’s brought you all the way out here? Shouldn’t the great Shadowblade be off doing thuggish activities with her goons rather than gracing some humble Grand Magister’s couch?”

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One would think spending day after day in the presence of the Regent Lord and the Ranger General would make dealing with their antics, primarily Brightwing, easier as time went on. But Rommath had quickly found out, years ago, that that particular thing was far easier said than done. Much as he respected Lor’themar, sometimes those two were… Far too much for the Grand Magister. Light forbid they reminisce their ranger days together. It’s almost as if Lor’themar forgets his station for the time being. Rommath would never understand making a public ass of yourself like that.

When the magister would return home, finally, he let out a long, grueling sigh as the door was locked behind him….. Only to narrow his eyes at the figure sitting across his couch. Had it been anyone else, Rommath wouldn’t hesitate to pyroblast them out of existence. But the sneaky kaldorei, ballsy as ever as she was to sneak so far into Silvermoon City, thankfully had the pleasure of being on Rommath’s “good side”. Or whatever was closest for Rommath himself having a good side.

To make matters worse, his corgi sat proudly atop Nanthis’s lap, yipping softly at Rommath as the mage entered his home. What a traitor.

“…… Could you please stop breaking into my home?” Rommath questioned the elf.

🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ Of course, Nanthis knew that the Grand Magister was powerful, and she had no doubt that he could leave a pretty painful scorch mark where she’d been sitting, but she also was resigned to think herself quick enough to dart out of the way if need be. But of course, that wasn’t the case. She was lucky he hadn’t been taken by surprise yet, but she supposed the twinkling lights that were he eyes above her mask had given her away many times.

Nanthis pulled her mask down around her neck and resumed her task of petting the small dog in her lap. He seemed to like her, much to his owner’s chagrin. 

The kaldorei had her reasons for the breaking and entry of Rommath’s home; she always had a purpose. Well, usually had a purpose. This time was no different. 

“Is it really breaking in if you want me here?” She asked, setting the dog beside her on the couch before standing and crossing the dark room. “A simple ‘hello dear, how was your day’ would suffice, I think.”

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One would think spending day after day in the presence of the Regent Lord and the Ranger General would make dealing with their antics, primarily Brightwing, easier as time went on. But Rommath had quickly found out, years ago, that that particular thing was far easier said than done. Much as he respected Lor’themar, sometimes those two were... Far too much for the Grand Magister. Light forbid they reminisce their ranger days together. It’s almost as if Lor’themar forgets his station for the time being. Rommath would never understand making a public ass of yourself like that.

When the magister would return home, finally, he let out a long, grueling sigh as the door was locked behind him..... Only to narrow his eyes at the figure sitting across his couch. Had it been anyone else, Rommath wouldn’t hesitate to pyroblast them out of existence. But the sneaky kaldorei, ballsy as ever as she was to sneak so far into Silvermoon City, thankfully had the pleasure of being on Rommath’s “good side”. Or whatever was closest for Rommath himself having a good side.

To make matters worse, his corgi sat proudly atop Nanthis’s lap, yipping softly at Rommath as the mage entered his home. What a traitor.

“...... Could you please stop breaking into my home?” Rommath questioned the elf.

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                      “Everyone knows I am going to hell.”

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A somberness came over the Grand Magister as he was presented with the question. He knew Sylvanas well enough to know that she would give anything, sacrifice everything, to get what she wanted. No price was too steep for her, as they all saw during the battle for Lordaeron. He suspected even that was far from the worst thing she’s done. Once he was deemed no longer a liability in her eyes, it would be over.

Rommath placed his hand over hers on his cheek, squeezing it ever so lightly. “I can’t answer that.” He replied. Not because he didn’t want to but, truthfully, he didn’t know what he would decide if that time ever came. Light forbid it ever did but as the years wear on, it would be increasingly stranger times. If it meant protecting Nanthis, or his nation, he suspected he wouldn’t think twice about it. But he was no fool either. Going up against Sylvanas was a death wish in and of itself. Saurfang was more than a clear example of that.

It would all be a matter of circumstance, he supposed. If there was a way to avoid confrontation, to keep both his people and his love safe, then he would much rather opt for that. Light knows Rommath would go every route to find the best possible outcomes for both of those rather than going head first into certain doom... It truly was a tough decision to make.

“I’m not certain. If it means you, or my people, survive then... Perhaps. But, Light be good, that will only be a last case scenario.”

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The Grand Magister stopped in his embrace of the kaldorei’s face, glaring at her through an unreadable expression. He knew Nanthis’s stance on the current goings on of the world, he knew what she desired of him, and he knew what choice he would have to eventually make. But now, right now… Could he not simply just be a man seeking affection from the woman he loved? No titles, no politics, just two elves enjoying each others company. Nanthis’s worry over his state of being, or rather his status of life or death, elicited a raised brow from the magister.

He knew how painful that was. He had been there many times; as she had. Watching a loved one die was and never would be something he would take pleasure in witnessing. Rommath’s heart still twinged at witnessing that particular event with his beloved. His features softened, just barely, but noticeably enough for someone who knew Rommath well enough. “It’s going to take a lot more than this to take me down. I must remind you I am a few milennia old, I’m confident in my abilities to protect myself at this point. More importantly, I would never willingly put my head on the line like that if it means leaving you alone like that.”

It didn’t matter how many times he insisted to her that he was safe, the fact of the matter was, they both knew how powerful Sylvanas Windrunner was. And they both knew what she did to people that betrayed her. She’d witnessed it first hand with several Horde leaders. He wouldn’t have been much different.

“It’s not that I don’t have faith in you.” And it wasn’t. She knew that he could likely, that is likely, take her out if need be. And she prided herself on just how hard she was to kill–or rather, stay dead. “I do. But I also know what she’s capable of, and so do you.” With her final word, her hand tightened ever so slightly on his cheek, as though she were scared he could fade away like the magic he so often demonstrated. “If it were, though. You would leave?”

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The Grand Magister stopped in his embrace of the kaldorei’s face, glaring at her through an unreadable expression. He knew Nanthis’s stance on the current goings on of the world, he knew what she desired of him, and he knew what choice he would have to eventually make. But now, right now... Could he not simply just be a man seeking affection from the woman he loved? No titles, no politics, just two elves enjoying each others company. Nanthis’s worry over his state of being, or rather his status of life or death, elicited a raised brow from the magister.

He knew how painful that was. He had been there many times; as she had. Watching a loved one die was and never would be something he would take pleasure in witnessing. Rommath’s heart still twinged at witnessing that particular event with his beloved. His features softened, just barely, but noticeably enough for someone who knew Rommath well enough. “It’s going to take a lot more than this to take me down. I must remind you I am a few milennia old, I’m confident in my abilities to protect myself at this point. More importantly, I would never willingly put my head on the line like that if it means leaving you alone like that.”

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With each kiss that garnered nothing from the kaldorei, Rommath pulled away to frown at the rogue. Likely knowing his intentions of distraction, just for the moment, she seemed….Not a fan. Thankfully his efforts weren’t in vain as, with the last kiss from the magister, he seemed pleased as her hand went to the back of his neck to pull him into a proper kiss. What he hadn’t expected, however, was the bite and tug to his lip. He gave a low growl of pleasure as one hand went to her waist.

However, whatever ounce of turned on he’d gotten from that brief moment of contact seemed to dissipate soon as she spoke. Rommath frowned deeper. He knew exactly what pros and cons the Horde served. He did not have the patience to have this conversation. Instead, he avoided the question once more by claiming his lovers lips once more, wanting to delve back into their small power play. “Must we have this conversation again?” he sighed once he pulled his head back.

“There are other things on my mind at the moment anyways. Like a certain emerald haired elf with a decent face that I really fancy.”

🗡｡･:*:･ﾟShe had to admit, she did like that little growl that he gave her. It served as a reminder that her efforts were not in vain, unlike his own. She didn’t like the idea of being distracted, and it was sometimes easier for him to do so. But this was a serious conversation that they needed to have–one that he shot down every time she tried to have it. Another kiss was her response, and he had to know that while she returned his efforts, she did not in one bit, think this conversation over. Fingertips reached for his hair, pulling it down from its holds with a small smile before they found the side of his face. It wasn’t often that Nanthis found herself to be a gentle person, but with him it was difficult not to be. They had been through a great deal together–he’d seen her death, she saw death of her mother and thousands of her people. But what she wouldn’t see, was his.

“An emerald haired elf with a marvelous face, that will be all alone when you die, Rommath. It’s hardly something I want to have to deal with.”

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With each kiss that garnered nothing from the kaldorei, Rommath pulled away to frown at the rogue. Likely knowing his intentions of distraction, just for the moment, she seemed....Not a fan. Thankfully his efforts weren’t in vain as, with the last kiss from the magister, he seemed pleased as her hand went to the back of his neck to pull him into a proper kiss. What he hadn’t expected, however, was the bite and tug to his lip. He gave a low growl of pleasure as one hand went to her waist.

However, whatever ounce of turned on he’d gotten from that brief moment of contact seemed to dissipate soon as she spoke. Rommath frowned deeper. He knew exactly what pros and cons the Horde served. He did not have the patience to have this conversation. Instead, he avoided the question once more by claiming his lovers lips once more, wanting to delve back into their small power play. “Must we have this conversation again?” he sighed once he pulled his head back.

“There are other things on my mind at the moment anyways. Like a certain emerald haired elf with a decent face that I really fancy.”

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If Grand Magister Rommath can survive the Scourge, organize the restoration of SMC, cope with his ex... prince betraying his people, put up with the Kirin Tor’s shit, AND suffer the pronunciation of his name changing yearly -WHILE WEARING A MASK- then we can wear one to the grocery store. 😌✨

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it’s sort of weird to think I haven’t rp’d here in close to a year. or something like that. sort of considering coming back at least to pick up rommath again (never was quite certain on my ability to write lor and hal tbh). i miss my fire boi. but uh what’s the tumblr rp scene like these days?

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dreamed of drawing a  his new model since it was introduced

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#i forgot my tags #but pretty elf man

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Do you care him?

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halduron has enchanted heelies on all of his boots after begging rommath for them he can slide around in style at any given moment now

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rommath wears booty shorts under his robes

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The magister’s expression narrowed sharply at the name given to him. It had been over a decade now, nearly almost two if memory served correctly, and that particular nuance in his life still proved to be quite a thorn. Though as much as he wanted to believe it was still a thorn in his side, deep down he knew it wasn’t quite that. His heart, perhaps. Or a mixture of both, Kael always did have a way of pestering him while simultaneously making the Grand Magister melt for him even further.

What a bastard he was. Rommath made no attempts at hiding the highly annoyed roll of his eyes and the agitated sigh that escaped him. “What is there to say?” The mage asked in return. What could he say that has not already been said about the former crown prince? What had happened had happened and Rommath, loyal as he was to the heir Sunstrider, seemed to be so to a fault. He had been blind to Kael’thas’s true schemes and look what had happened! It left Rommath shattered and Kael dead.

Worst of all, Rommath had loved him. Even prior to his unsightly affection towards the prince, and certainly well after, Rommath was not known to give such intimacies very often. Or at all. Romance and love simply did not exist within the Grand Magister. What a fool he had been to give it away so freely like that too. He had made sure to quash whatever similar feelings he would procure in the years following for surely it would lead to nothing but demise and heartache once again.

“He was our prince. My friend.” The word had left a bitter taste in the magisters mouth, he couldn’t help the sour way his expression tightened up.. “And he used us. Left us blindly stranded so he could pursue some demon induced fantasy. What more would you want me to speak on? We’ve been perfectly fine picking up the pieces he so carelessly left behind so,” He shrugs. “We are better off without him.”

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