#diel fin'al thalas

[morganlegaye]

C H A P T E R  X X I V

“She cares for you,” Kyra reminded her sister softly, her large fingers raking through ashen hair in a clunky, yet affectionate manner. It was just the two of them in the large room, as Brynhildr had accompanied Jaina and Signe had left to spy on Katherine Proudmoore, as the woman disliking Sylvanas so much brought the val’kyr great discomfort— although primarily because she was currently bedding the woman’s daughter, as others disliking Sylvanas wasn’t something new by any means.

“I know,” Sylvanas acknowledged hollowly, staring at the door on the opposite side of the room. It had been quite some time since Jaina had left, and the elf had assumed she would have returned by now. The fact that she had not led Sylvanas to believe that Jaina was exercising her need for space, as she had left rather abruptly with the excuse that she needed to ‘sort through how she felt’ before practically bolting from the room. It had been strange— the woman had gone from wishing to converse with her to suddenly needing to escape in the span of mere moments, and Sylvanas did not understand what had changed.

The elf exhaled a self-deprecating hiss. “I should have considered how she would feel.” Sylvanas, who was situated between Kyra’s thighs, looked back at the massive woman behind her, “How you would feel. You both deserve far more emotional awareness than that. This should have been something we discussed prior to arriving here, yet I could not bother to spare it a thought.”

“Pretty Jaina’s brother means nothing to you,” Kyra rationalized, as she understood how Sylvanas' mind worked. “Why should you spare a thought for him? You are not obligated.”

“I am,” Sylvanas corrected firmly, as she would not allow herself an out like that— not where Jaina was concerned. “As her wife, as her… lover, I am. When you care for someone, you should be aware of what could upset them. Perhaps I would be less hard on myself if I were not directly involved, but her brother's Raising was my doing. I do not have an excuse."

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[jujoobedoodling]

Hello! I've recently stumbled upon your art and I just needed to let you know I absolutely adore it.

The way you draw both Jaina and Sylvanas scratches an itch in my brain in just the right way to make me fall back into the sylvaina rabbithole. I've been combing through the tag and ao3 and the lack of fresh content is devastating, so each time you post it gives me life.

Came for the Minthara content but stayed for the sylvaina one, and I've been honestly having a blast. So I must thank you for sharing your amazing art and enthusiasm.

Finally, if I may, I'd love to add a fic recommendation to those you've been getting lately. Hopefully, it's not already been mentioned (my apologies if it has): Diel Fin’al Thalas by MorganLeGaye https://archiveofourown.org/works/28827603/chapters/70706712 It's not been updated since 2022 but I find it well worth the read for the characterization alone. And I might be a sucker for the "accidental" marriage trope but let's not focus on that.

I hope I've not taken too much of your time and wish you an excellent rest of the week!

ooooh thank you so much for your kind words! im glad people like the way i draw the girls aaah it's something i've had in the back of my mind for so long

and ive been rec'd diel fin'al thalas more than once now, i will def check it out!

but if you need fresh content and havent seen it yet redisaid wrote a post-slands fic recently and it's making me unwell because post slands sylvanas is living rent free in my mind rn

#asks #really appreciate this #also youve stumbled upon my evil plot to drag more people back into this ship #i too suffer from no fresh ao3 content so im gonna just go on a reread binge LMAO #im glad you like both the minthara and sylvaina stuff #being dragged in two different directions in my notes is so funny

[morganlegaye]

C H A P T E R  X X I I

“What are you doing?”

Kyra, who had been hunched over Sylvanas’ desk with a quill in her fist, was so startled by the question she accidentally knocked over the bottle of ink. It spilled over whatever she had been writing and the battle maiden swore in vrykul before realizing she had said something unsavory and hastily apologized, “Oh— I am sorry. I did not mean to say that!”

“I have told you before that you do not need to censor yourself on my behalf,” Sylvanas insisted, before her brow knit further as she took note of the val’kyr, who did not at all fit into the seat she was trying to rest in while she attempted to do… whatever it was that she was doing. Sylvanas was still very unsure, frankly because she had never once seen any of her val’kyr try to write anything— it may be a simple thing, but it was still a strange sight… especially because Kyra was having difficulty holding the quill correctly in her large hand.

“I know. But it feels… rude. Unneeded, when there are other words. You do not use these words - not often. Pretty Jaina does it more but. She is different.” But before Sylvanas could ask why Jaina got different consideration than either of them, Kyra’s expression crumpled as she realized what she had been doing was not salvageable. “Oh. It is ruined.” She exhaled a heavy sigh, looking absolutely defeated before she leaned back in the chair, putting more of her weight on a surface that could barely handle the amount it had already. Sylvanas was fairly certain she heard the wood begin to splinter and urged her val’kyr up with a wave of her hand.

“What is wrong? Tell me,” she encouraged, sensing the youngest val’kyr beginning to grow upset for reasons Sylvanas did not understand. Kyra came without a fight, drawing herself toward Sylvanas’ outstretched hand.

Still, the val’kyr was not as forthcoming about her dilemma as she usually was, as her answer was a soft, “I… cannot tell you.” Sylvanas was rather taken aback by that— Kyra had always confided in her, and the banshee found herself a little hurt by the reluctance in the val’kyr’s voice. Still, she allowed the large woman into her embrace, as it seemed Kyra really needed a hug.

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[morganlegaye]

C H A P T E R  X X

“It is actually starting to look like a city.”

Jaina felt herself smile as she heard her friend’s voice call out to her. It had been almost a week since she had written to Vereesa, and while the woman immediately responded that she would come, she had to make certain that the Silver Covenant would manage without her for a few days, and that she had someone to watch the boys. Jaina wouldn’t have minded if she had brought her children along, but perhaps a half-built city wouldn’t be the best place for them to play, as they both had a rather curious nature.

“It looks more impressive from the outside than it does the inside, I assure you,” Jaina responded with a light laugh, as quite a lot of the structures in the northern part of Lordaeron may be nearing completion, but they were still rather bare inside. When Vereesa made it to her home they embraced, the mage noticing just a slight hesitation on the other woman’s part before they parted, as though something had startled her.

It had been… longer than Jaina would have liked, since she and Sylvanas had shared a bed, but perhaps she still had the woman’s scent on her from the conversation they had that morning about reaching out to the sin’dorei so that they could coordinate with the dwarves on the castle. Jaina had been using any excuse to touch her, and Sylvanas was equally as adamant about keeping as much contact as she was able, and before they parted again to do their separate things (as Sylvanas did not wish to be around when Vereesa visited) Jaina had grabbed hold of the other woman’s hand and pulled her in for an embrace that… lingered.

Vereesa said nothing, though Jaina wondered if she was finding ways to justify her friend smelling like her sister. The elf gave her a smile that looked a little forced while she seemingly tried to push her discovery to the side, and took in her surroundings. “You have a garden,” she noted fondly, and Jaina gently laughed.

“Don’t sound so impressed— you know as well as I that it was grown with magic.”

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[morganlegaye]

[ SPOILER ] “Diel Fin’al Thalas” - Chapter 20

“I have just been… thinking, that should Jaina not find a way to unbind us, then I have quite possibly condemned her to a less pleasant afterlife than she actually deserves. That is… starting to not sit well with me.”

“Good. If you care for her, then it should,” Anya responded in no uncertain terms, and Sylvanas exhaled a heavy breath, feeling uncharacteristically guilty that it had taken her so long to even consider what she had condemned Jaina to. When she had found herself free from the Maw, she had felt relieved, and to her the matter had been settled. She had wanted an escape, and she had gotten one— at the time, it did not matter to her who she had to step on to get it, but now that Jaina was someone she was beginning to care for, Sylvanas was faced with yet another unpleasant consequence of her actions, and she was not enjoying how it made her feel. “I am confused where the ‘foolish’ part comes in however,” Anya pressed, and Sylvanas’ gaze met hers, her unhappy expression deepening.

“Changing yourself for another— that would be foolish, wouldn’t it?” Sylvanas muttered, feeling ridiculous for even considering it. She didn’t even know if she could, honestly— besides, what would she have to do, to outweigh everything that she had done? She did not exactly have it in her to become a pacifist.

“Yes. You should never change yourself for someone else,” Anya responded, but before Sylvanas could respond, she had already pressed on with, “However, you have already been changing yourself for you, and while I’ll admit I am unsure how it all works, I would like to believe that should you continue thinking of others, if you continue caring for more than just your own interests, you may contribute to a better afterlife for you both regardless.” The Ranger lightly shrugged as the sounds from the other room began to taper off. “Selflessness supposedly weighs a lot in that regard, or so I was told.”

“Perhaps, but I doubt it would be enough to tip the scales in any significant way,” Sylvanas responded with a defeated sigh. She rubbed the bridge of her nose before allowing her hand to fall heavily back to her lap.

“You don’t know that. Besides, this all becomes a moot point should she find a way to unbind you both— that was what you were encouraging her to do, weren’t you?” Anya pressed, and Sylvanas had no idea why it hadn’t hit her before this, but she quickly realized what that meant for her should she find herself unbound from Jaina, and suddenly Sylvanas looked a little pale. Anya’s brow creased at her reaction. “You had not considered the repercussions of that before now… had you?”

“Diel Fin’al Thalas” - Chapter 20 will be released Saturday, August 7th.

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[morganlegaye]

[ SPOILER ] “Diel Fin’al Thalas” - Chapter 23

“Thank you, Captain, but that will be unnecessary; this is my home, after all,” Jaina reminded him with a small smile, trying to be polite but inwardly irked that she was being treated as a guest, which she knew was entirely down to Sylvanas and the mistrust surrounding her. However, for the time being, Jaina was still the Lord Admiral of Kul Tiras, and she did not need an escort anywhere. “Please just see to the accommodations— I will find my own way.”

The Captain shifted his gaze to Sylvanas, bothered by the dismissal as he was no doubt instructed to keep his eye on the banshee. Still, he did not wish to speak against the Lord Admiral’s wishes, and so said nothing and instead saluted her with a terse, “Ma’am,” before turning on his heel, leaving the two women alone. Sylvanas side-eyed her wife.

“Would you like me to stay behind?”

“No. While I am sure my mother will heavily imply that I dismiss you eventually, I do want you to at least make an appearance. You are a guest in my home, and you are important to me; I am not going to hide you away in a corner and treat you like something shameful.” Jaina swallowed down the tightness in her throat, her gaze flickering briefly from the keep to her wife, and then back again. She shifted the weight between her feet. “Not anymore.”

The banshee’s brow creased, her gaze expressive as she forced herself not to reach out toward her wife. “You do not have to do this,” Sylvanas reminded her softly, making sure to keep her voice as low as her wife’s, as while they had been given a very wide berth by the people of Kul Tiras who watched on from a safe distance, they did not need to be overheard. “We agreed that it was best that we not—”

“I don’t care,” Jaina interrupted strongly, as though the words had been forced from her without warning. She looked a little sheepish then for her outburst, glancing behind her momentarily to see that they already had far too much attention. “I’m sorry,” Jaina apologized in a low tone, noting her wife’s look of surprise at how forceful that statement had been. “I did not mean to snap; I merely do not wish to consider respecting you as a variable, no matter how that attitude may be perceived by others.” But now was not the time for this conversation, and Jaina exhaled a long sigh. “We cannot linger here; there are too many eyes on us, and I do not wish to keep my mother waiting.”

“Diel Fin’al Thalas” - Chapter 23 will be released Saturday, October 16th.

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[morganlegaye]

C H A P T E R  X I X

“So this is how you choose to deal with your emotions? By brooding?”

Sylvanas shifted an unhappy stare towards Signe, who hovered a few feet in the air in front of the arm chair the banshee was lounging in, blocking the window that Sylvanas had been aimlessly staring out of. She had half zoned out as she watched the water droplets from the rain shower slide down the glass pane, the sounds of her Dark Rangers being rowdy throughout the house actually bringing her some nostalgic comfort that she had not been expecting.

“I’m not brooding; I am contemplating— there is a difference.”

“Not when you seem to be in turmoil over it,” Signe pointed out, causing the elf to scoff as she placed her elbow on the arm of the chair, sinking into the cushions a little deeper. “What is wrong? The mage asked you to find a solution with her, and this is what you both came up with. Is this not what you wanted?”

“She has a name, sister,” Sylvanas reminded the matriarch sharply.

Signe gently inclined her head. “Jaina, then. I apologize; it was habitual.”

Sylvanas exhaled a long sigh, her gaze focused on an invisible spot on the wall before she spoke again. “What I need and what I want are two different things,” she admitted, albeit sounding loathed to do so. “I want her. I… miss her.” The elf scowled at herself as she shifted her position in the chair, her eyes settling back on the val’kyr. “I hate how that sounds. She was right— it is far too early for us to be feeling these things. Do you know how many women I bedded when I was alive? And I had never found myself attached to a single one of them like I’ve managed to become with Jaina. I am unable to trust that it is genuine.”

“While I understand your reservations, I do at least hope it has brought you some comfort that you are not alone in these feelings,” Signe placated in a gentle tone. “She clearly has some sort of attachment to you as well; I know your primary concern was that she did not harbor the same affection for you as you do for her, and that now looks to be untrue.”

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[morganlegaye]

[ SPOILER ] “Diel Fin’al Thalas” - Chapter 22

Jaina looked so terribly sad, and a part of Sylvanas ached as she reached out to brush a strand of her hair back that the wind had taken a hold of. “Jaina,” she responded, her voice soft, yet firm. “You do not have to stay here if this is not where you are happy. We could request someone else to oversee this project, or perhaps—”

“You think this is not where I am happy?” Jaina repeated before exhaling a small, disbelieving laugh. “Sylvanas… this is exactly where I want to be,” she assured her, taking her wife’s hand in her own as she firmly squeezed it. The relief that Sylvanas instantly felt after hearing those words was incomparable, as despite wishing the best for her wife, she did not want Jaina to leave either. “I only feel badly because I know I am a disappointment to my people— they chose me to lead them, and I practically disappeared. I am sad for them, not for myself.”

 “You are a good leader,” Sylvanas assured her, as she did not want her wife feeling like a failure because of this. Jaina may claim that she was sadder on her people’s behalf than her own, but Sylvanas could hear the disappointment in her voice, and knew the mage was directing that at herself. “But perhaps it was not Kul Tiras you were meant to lead.”

“Well, it was not the Kirin Tor either,” Jaina muttered self-deprecatingly. “So, I am oh-for-two now, it seems.”

“You are in good company then,” Sylvanas assured her, as she too had many leadership failures under her belt. “I was Ranger-General and led my command to slaughter. Then I was Queen of the Forsaken and abandoned my people for a selfish quest… Warchief of the Horde, and challenged to a mak'gora.”

Jaina sighed heavily, leaning back against her lover as she countered with seemingly the only thing she could think of. “You won the mak'gora.”

“Yes, but I still left. No one wanted me to lead them anymore, and I do not blame them. I was too consumed by my own goals, and lost sight of what was best for the collective,” Sylvanas admitted, and Jaina glanced up at her wife’s profile, looking thankful that that was something she could recognize now. But of course it was— Sylvanas was not incapable of learning from her mistakes, it was just that sometimes it took her a very long time to be able to view things objectively.

She still did not care for the Horde, as they had always been terrible to her people, but she was not blind to what she had done to them in return either.

“Diel Fin’al Thalas” - Chapter 22 will be released Saturday, September 18th.

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[morganlegaye]

C H A P T E R  X V I I I

“She is not coming back, is she?” Jaina realized with a heavy heart, the weight of it much more than she had been expecting. The words had been whispered to a seemingly empty room, but Jaina knew well enough that she was not alone.

“Kyra. May I—?” Another tear slipped down the length of her cheek, and Jaina immediately wiped it away, startled by the fact that she was having trouble reigning back in her feelings. “I think I need to talk to someone,” she realized, as she had been sitting alone for nearly an hour, and she was having difficulties sorting through her emotions on her own. Jaina had not expected this to ache as much as it did, and the shame she had carried over her relationship with Sylvanas meant she had no one to turn to over it.

Jaina could rationalize it all she wanted to with the fact that their marriage not only held political ramifications, but that it was no one’s business who she was sleeping with, but then that would be implying there was no one who she trusted to keep either thing a secret, and that was untrue. Both Vereesa and Anduin now knew that she was married, and yet the thought of admitting she had been sleeping with Sylvanas on top of that made her feel preemptively embarrassed by their expected judgment. Meanwhile, Sylvanas had trusted her Dark Rangers with not only the fact that they were married, but the fact that they were also intimate, as Jaina had heard the giggling and the teasing sometimes when they thought she was out of earshot. Sylvanas wasn’t an open book by any means, but she seemingly had no issue sharing significant parts of her life with those that she trusted, and Jaina regretted her reasonings for not doing the same.

It was her own fault she had no one to turn to for advice with this unexpectedly complicated situation, and even when Kyra finally showed herself, Jaina knew it was not going to be wholly what she needed either, because— “I do not wish to upset her again by speaking of things I should not,” Kyra told her, sounding both saddened and apologetic, even though Jaina had already known that would most likely be the case, and knew it would not be fair to put the val’kyr in the middle of this.

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[morganlegaye]

[ SPOILER ] “Diel Fin’al Thalas” - Chapter 21

Jaina grinned as she settled herself against her lover’s side, her tone as well as her touch teasing as she dragged her fingertips down the banshee’s abdomen. “You are aching for it… aren’t you?”

“I always ache for you, wife,” Sylvanas admitted breathlessly, watching the mage’s hand intently as it slowly made its way down her body. Her grip tightened on the rungs, not allowing herself to let go until she had permission to. “You are the center of all of my fantasies… the embodiment of my deepest desires.”

The unexpected honesty behind those words caused Jaina’s hand to stop just shy of the other woman’s mound. Her chest tightened, and her gaze caught Sylvanas’ as she looked up at her. “…Am I?”

Sylvanas’ voice was as soft as her expression as she answered, “More than I am sure you even realize.” Her eyes searched the mage’s then, making her words so much better yet so much worse as she told her, “You are an ideal, Jaina— one that I believed to be unreachable until I found it within you.” The tightness in Jaina’s chest worsened, yet it was not unpleasant. It was exactly the opposite of that, and that was what was a little frightening as suddenly it was Jaina’s turn for her cheeks to flood with color as she dropped her gaze between them.

The banshee grinned at her reaction though, amused by it. “You say and do the filthiest things without even batting an eyelash, yet I whisper simple words to you, and you blush.”

Simple words. They were not simple, and yet… maybe they were for Sylvanas. The elf was unexpectedly romantic — even more so now that she was not being held back by her own fear and uncertainty — but that was the thing… she was an elf. As a race, they were always rather showy and dramatic, and thus Jaina did not know if Sylvanas actually meant for her words to hold the depth that Jaina felt within them. What if she was reading more into them than Sylvanas had truly meant?

“And you know precisely why,” Jaina lightly accused, feeling emotionally uncomposed as she tried to steer this back to her being in control of something. Anything. Biting gently down on her bottom lip, Jaina watched her hand fall between the elf’s parted thighs, her fingertips gathering up the evidence of her wife’s desire as Sylvanas softly hissed in response. “Now stop trying to fluster me.”

“Diel Fin’al Thalas” - Chapter 21 will be released Saturday, August 21st

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[morganlegaye]

C H A P T E R  X V I I

“If you do not want people to know you’re in a relationship, you should probably stop staring at her like that.”

Sylvanas exhaled a short hiss at Anya for her unwarranted comment, pulling her gaze away from her wife, who was discussing something with the Ironforge dwarves who had arrived that morning to do preliminary estimates on the castle’s structure. Kyra hovered in the air, visible and imposing behind the mage, and every so often the dwarven construction workers-slash-spies (because Sylvanas was already well-aware nearly everyone who worked on this project was reporting back to their faction leaders) would glance up at the battle maiden warily, no doubt wondering if they were going to be monitored the same way. And of course they would— however, now that she had her Dark Rangers, it made Brynhildr’s load a little lighter, as prior to that she had been the only one who kept tabs on what the workers were doing in Lordaeron. She preferred the task though as it allowed her to have space from whatever Sylvanas and Jaina were doing, which the elf found to be much harder to define as the weeks wore on.

Still, Sylvanas knew what it wasn’t, and as she folded her arms across her chest she addressed her Captain in a low tone, “Jaina and I are not in a ‘relationship’. We have an… arrangement.” Anya did not even bother hiding her disbelieving snort at that, and Sylvanas side-eyed her. It clearly did not take long for her Rangers to become comfortable with her again, and while Sylvanas was thankful for normalcy in that regard, she did not need things that were better off unacknowledged being thrown so blatantly in her face. “And keep your voice down— we separate from one another in the daytime for a reason.”

Granted, that reason was probably no more than needless paranoia, as neither her nor Jaina were sex-obsessed youths unable to control themselves whilst in public, but it was more a request for Anya to drop it than anything else. Sylvanas did not wish to think about what her and Jaina were doing because she did not know how to accept the answer that was beginning to look likely. Part of her feared very deeply that that answer was not even an answer at all, but something she was projecting for whatever masochistic reason.

Loneliness, probably; which was precisely why Sylvanas was making sure she spent more time with her Dark Rangers now that they had returned to her side, as perhaps that would at least help distinguish how much of what was going on between her and Jaina was genuine, and how much was simply born from their seclusion from the rest of the world.

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[morganlegaye]

[ SPOILER ] “Diel Fin’al Thalas” - Chapter 19

Jaina watched her as she talked, her brow softening at the passion and desperation in the other woman’s voice, as she truly wished to do right by her people. Sylvanas seemed to realize the magnitude of her actions now— perhaps not regarding the literal hole she tore in the world, as the woman cared very little for those not in her orbit, but her abandonment of her people and the consequences of her actions seemed to really take hold of her, and now she was doing everything in her power to rectify it.

Jaina hated that it wouldn’t be enough for everyone. She hated that it was likely that many would not get true satisfaction from Sylvanas’ penance unless she was bleeding. She was trying— she was doing something, she was feeling remorse and regret and learning to heal, and Jaina was just… she was so angry for those who wouldn’t care. It was unexpected and it was intense, and Sylvanas’ brow knit as she realized her wife’s demeanor had changed.

“What?”

“I am… so proud of you,” Jaina responded strongly, and Sylvanas’ brow rose, looking quite taken aback by the fierceness in the other woman’s words, as she seemed to realize that Jaina really wished her to understand that she meant them. Jaina wanted Sylvanas to know that she was seen, that the effort she was putting forth was appreciated, because the mage knew such sentiments would be hard to come by for her, and that… that made her devastated in ways that Jaina did not even know how to describe.

“…Oh.”

Sylvanas looked as though she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to take that, and Jaina reached out and gently tangled their fingers together in a gesture of assurance. “Sorry, I didn’t— I was just… I don’t know. I felt it was important that I tell you.”

Sylvanas’ fingers gently curled around the mage’s as she used her body to shield the gestured from the dwarves who were working a distance away. “I do not know if I am worthy of your pride, wife, but… the sentiment is appreciated.”

“Diel Fin’al Thalas” - Chapter 19 will be released Saturday, July 24th.

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[morganlegaye]

[ SPOILER ] “Diel Fin’al Thalas” - Chapter 18

“You and I both know that you’ve vaulted past a myriad of other rational solutions you could have landed on first— can we please just talk about this before you decide on anything drastic?”

“And say what?” Sylvanas asked, her tone undeniably bitter. “What will you say, that does not bear the same end that I am suggesting we skip to? You have always treated this marriage, treated me, as something temporary, and yet now you balk when I give you exactly what it was that you were expecting… why? Because it is not on your timetable? I have a say if or when this arrangement between us ends as much as you do—”

“I know you do, I’m not trying to take that choice from you, but there are two of us in this relationship; do I not get to express my own opinion?” Jaina asked, the latter half of her question being overshadowed by the laugh Sylvanas barked out.

“Yes, our ‘relationship’— the marriage you fear people finding out about, the woman you are ashamed to be sleeping with; do you really think I don’t know how you feel?” Sylvanas countered, her voice tight and angry while Jaina’s stomach churned uncomfortably in her gut. “That is not a relationship, Jaina; I am not your lover, I am your secret—”

“I am not going to advertise who I share a bed with; it is no one’s business,” Jaina protested, despite knowing that Sylvanas’ claim still held merit. She enjoyed the fact that her wife was a private indulgence; it made things easier. “But that doesn’t mean I haven’t enjoyed you, and it certainly doesn’t mean that I want it to end—”

“Yet,” Sylvanas interrupted pointedly, and Jaina felt the word go straight through her as the banshee’s gaze bore into her own. “You do not want it to end yet.”

“Diel Fin’al Thalas” - Chapter 18 will be released Saturday, July 10th.

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[morganlegaye]

[ SPOILER ] “Diel Fin’al Thalas” - Chapter 17

“I am not you,” Sylvanas reminded her, as many of their kinks aligned so long as they stood on opposite sides of it. She could take prolonging an orgasm to a certain point, but after that she would grow agitated by the denial where Jaina would get more turned on by her lack of control over the situation.

“No,” Jaina acknowledged, allowing the pads of her fingers to gently stroke the soft bundle of nerves between the banshee’s thighs. “And I am glad, truthfully— I do not think I would like you as much if you were me.”

Sylvanas moistened her bottom lip as she spread her legs more in invitation. She did not care how Jaina chose to get her off, so long as she eventually did. “You say that like I am not fully aware that should you find yourself able to bed someone that looked exactly like you, you would not hesitate in doing so.”

Jaina barked out a loud laugh at that, and Sylvanas smirked, glad that she found amusement in what they both knew was the truth. “By that I meant that my sexual persona would clash quite badly with a duplicate, but… you are not wrong,” the mage admitted as she decided to climb up the elf’s body, settling herself to Sylvanas’ right. She leaned into the woman’s shoulder, their legs tangling together as Jaina continued to gently tease her with lazy strokes of her fingers. “Wouldn’t you though? You must know how beautiful you are— would you really turn down someone who looked just like you?”

It felt as though everything inside of Sylvanas tightened at those words, and the feeling it gave her was absolutely terrible. It was such a simple compliment — one she had heard so many times when she was alive, to the point where it had almost lost its meaning — and yet this time it came from someone that Sylvanas found she actually wished to hear it from, and the elf’s voice was uncharacteristically soft as she questioned, “…Is that what you think, wife?”

Jaina must not have realized what she had said as suddenly her hand stilled between the other woman’s thighs, and she noticeably paused before she decided to deflect in the very same way Sylvanas had when she had told Jaina she was beautiful, no doubt for the irony in it. “It is more fact than opinion,” Jaina told her flippantly, her tone holding a hint of playfulness as she tried to keep herself from smirking. “I am sure I am not the first to say so.”

“Diel Fin’al Thalas” - Chapter 17 will be released Saturday, June 26th.

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[morganlegaye]

C H A P T E R  X V I

“I have run out of patience, and the Forsaken are running out of time.”

From the trees, Sylvanas could feel a few pairs of eyes on her. She had walked out toward the northern most edge of the city, where the outlying wall had yet to be constructed; it was their one structural point of weakness left, at least as far as the perimeter was concerned, and it did not surprise her that that was where the Dark Rangers had made camp. Despite their conflicting feelings about rejoining her, they were not going to leave her with a weakness that another could exploit before they could make up their mind.

“Whatever it is that is dividing you, whatever concerns you may have, speak, and I will see them put to rest,” Sylvanas offered after she had sat upon a rather large boulder in pursuit of looking as non-threatening as possible. Her crimson eyes scanned the trees, able to pick out at least four of them with varying degrees of difficulty.

Four. Sylvanas hoped that there were more than that, but after what Anya had said about there being ‘but a handful of them left’, she did not have much hope of finding more hidden farther back within the trees. Her abandonment of them seemed to have torn them asunder, and after defections to Calia, those who had chosen to remain with the Horde, and others who had disappeared or wound-up dead, the banshee realized that this was what her carelessness had wrought. Sylvanas felt sick with herself.

Anya was the first to jump from her perch, her landing quiet and graceful. Following their captain’s lead, three more descended from the trees. Sylvanas did not move from her place upon the boulder, her gaze taking in each Ranger in turn. They did not turn their weapons on her, nor did they approach, leaving a wide berth between them.

“You are right: this stalemate is wasting time,” Anya acknowledged, moving a couple of paces in front of her subordinates. “But as there are so few of us left, I did not wish to make such a big decision for the collective— everyone here has a voice, but we have yet to speak as one. There are… concerns; about your loyalty, in particular.”

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[morganlegaye]

C H A P T E R  X I

“I am not interested in your opinions.”

Not that it mattered— Sylvanas knew her val’kyr, and she knew they were going to have something to say about this. But not now, not right after Jaina had left. Sylvanas had not yet had a chance to sort through everything that had happened herself, and having to explain her actions to a third party was only going to irritate her because yes, she had known she was making a mistake and yes, she chose to do it anyway, and no, she did not know why.

No— that was untrue. Of course she knew why. Apparently there were still remnants of her terrible weakness for powerful and attractive women left over from when she was alive, and when one was half-naked and demanding to be taken, there was very little room for Sylvanas to say no. Jaina was… infuriating, but also unlike any other woman Sylvanas had ever met before, and the urge to touch her, to feel the hint of arcane and life that lay beneath the woman’s skin, to caress her softness and warmth when all Sylvanas had felt for so long had been the firm, icy skin of her own form, was not a desire that could go ignored.

Sylvanas’ armor felt heavy and constricting all of a sudden, and she began undressing in a wave of pent-up aggression as she unclasped her spaulders, practically throwing them on the ground. Truthfully her body ached after an experience unfinished but Sylvanas would not touch it either, as despite it being many years since her death, she had yet to get past how different she felt; it was her body and yet it was not, and the disconnect she felt from it now made it difficult for her to feel… present enough for pleasure.

At least, not her own.

Sex had never been a wholly equal experience for Sylvanas though, and truthfully she had preferred it that way. She had always found satisfaction in attending to her lover’s needs, in paying attention to what their body needed and giving just enough to watch them come undone at an agonizing pace. Sylvanas took careful consideration in dragging out their pleasure as long as she could, as orgasms were nothing but a brief and fleeting destination, and true satisfaction came from the journey. Jaina looked particularly beautiful while on hers, and for a moment it had made Sylvanas nostalgic for who she used to be, and the life she used to have. A life that did, on occasion, include pleasure of her own from others, but that had been before she had died, before she became a shadow of the person she used to be— before she was made of shadows and darkness and death as she possessed a pale and broken image of a woman she used to know.

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