Blade Dance

Harlan was flicking the firewood across the table when Roy entered the living room.Roy didn't go any further, but just stood at the other end of the table without saying a word, watching Harlan's back.Harlan didn't notice him coming.

Such a long wait.There was a moment when he feared that time would stand still and that the person in front of the fireplace would never turn around.

As night fell, the living room was illuminated by the warm firelight.The flames swayed slightly to invade the surrounding darkness, and retreated half an inch as if timidly.

When Harlan turned around, he stared at Roy for a long time.

"Why do not you speak?"

There was anger in his voice.

I don't know if it was because of the long silence, but it took Roy some time to speak.His body was covered with dim light, and his body seemed to have merged with the long table, becoming an extension of the end of the table.

"I went to check the whereabouts left by Mo'arg and the situation near the border of Terokkar Forest."

He walked along the table as he spoke.Harlan watched him approach.He must have gone to the Dragon Eagle Hotel before coming here, because he changed into clean new clothes.Loose dark brown long sleeves instead of the shirt he tore last night, black trousers, short boots, no armor.Apart from the Dragon Eagle Inn, where else would he be welcomed besides Joanna?He approached step by step, then stopped.The distance between them is not far, but it is definitely not close.

"The legion does not seem to be attacking Shattrath City in the short term." Roy said, "Morgo is not a scout or vanguard force for scouting and exploration, and there is no suspicious sign in the edge of the forest. But this is just my own judgment."

"The Legion just wants to test our strength."

Harlan said without hesitation.

To test the city defense?How could the Legion be so cautious?

"Why?" he asked.At the same time, I am asking myself.

"They underestimated the strength of the defending coalition forces."

Roy answered immediately, obviously thinking about this question long ago.

"They suffered a loss in Zangar Marsh, and the appearance of the coalition forces was beyond their expectations. Therefore, they want to test how much threat the coalition forces will pose. The battle that just ended is enough to make them dare not act rashly again in the short term. "

"It's evenly matched. We're in a stalemate."

"I think so."

Harlan turned his eyes away and fell into a moment of thought.

"Okay, I understand. In fact, the coalition forces also need time to improve the city defense, improve the combat level, and understand the demons more fully. I don't think this is a bad thing, I mean we have more time to rest and recuperate."

Roy nodded.

The firewood in the fireplace was burning with a crackling sound.

Nothing to say.

They talked about business.Clarify, analyze, explore, full of rationality.Now remove the rational part, what is left?

He recalled every conversation they had before, what did they say?No, those conversations were hastily stopped.They never had a chance to have a good conversation and get to know each other better through words.Swamps, forests, peninsulas, Shattrath.They run around, like two scavengers, chasing each other's footsteps, picking up the pieces that the other party accidentally dropped, and then through the small pieces, trying to spy on the owner of the pieces.

Roy remembered that every conversation seemed to be preceded by a long silence.There are thousands of thoughts in his mind, and he has to pick and choose.What should be said and what should not be said.Which ones cross the line and which ones trigger unwanted reverie.Although in the end there will always be crossing the line, there will always be daydreams.and an apology.Every time they open their mouths, they always say "I'm sorry".Sorry, I have nothing.Sorry for dragging you down.Sorry for what I said earlier...sorry for trespassing.I'm sorry, I took your weapon away... as if constantly apologizing for intruding into each other's lives, only to repeat the same mistakes in the near future.

And this time, there seemed to be no reason to apologize.

The fire light flickered on Harlan's face, but it still failed to make his facial features come alive.Only his eyes, staring at Roy from the very beginning, pierced through his cloth belt, relentlessly broke into the deepest part of his heart.No third person, no hatred, no mission, no war.Only in this moment.They stared at each other in silence, with an unstoppable stubbornness, not letting go of any traces of details.But at the same time, they hid themselves separately, not revealing any clues, and not allowing the other party to take the lead.If the night never ends, and the fire never burns out, what will end this silence?

"Why save me?"

Harlan showed a blank expression.

Then bit his lip.

"I didn't save you," he said.

"It was my soldiers who caught you. You would not have lived. There are too many people who want to seek revenge on the Illidari. But killing a soldier who is unable to fight back on the spot is not justified, even on the battlefield. That's why I Order to bring you back to the main city first."

His tone was sincere and natural, otherwise others would have already got a satisfactory answer.It's just that Roy didn't respond.

"Our feud with the Illidari..."

Harlan frowned.

"Some bloody accounts shouldn't be blamed on individuals, but not everyone thinks so. After the battle last night, now you have done a little bit of merit, and the situation should be eased. But I can't guarantee—"

His words stopped abruptly because Roy suddenly took a step forward.The seemingly random movement shortened the distance between them.Now they were only half an arm away, and the breath of the other party rushed towards them, and Harlan resisted it so that he didn't take a step back.

With a gap of more than five inches, Roy looked down at Harlan.

"When you were in Terokkar Forest, why did you save me?"

He lowered his voice and said the words word by word, like inserting several sharp swords into the ground around Harlan one by one, forming a sharp cage.

There is nowhere to run.

Harlan took a deep breath.At this moment, there is only the pressure that suffocates breathing.

He felt that he was standing on the edge of the cliff, leaning out half of his body, looking down at the unfathomable bottom of the cliff below.

After all he's been through, Roy uses this question to bring it all back to square one.Bushes, short knives, twilight, war blades, blood, and two clusters of turquoise flames.If the Battle of the Swamp had been a long time ago, then the first encounter in Terokkar Forest seemed to have happened centuries ago.

But even if it was the events of the last era, they clearly knew that it was impossible for them to forget each other.

There is darkness under the cliff, and the flower of life blooms from it.

The moment Roy asked this sentence, he realized that there was no possibility of turning back.

A moment ago, he had a chance and let the other party evade.Harlan paused long enough before answering for the first time, definitely more than it took to overcome surprise or recall.What he said showed that it was a modified and disguised answer.Roy could just accept his answer that way.and leave.stop here.But he didn't do that.He chose to break the balance.A choice must be made between a thorough advance and a complete retreat.He has shown his resolve again and again, like repeating a sin.Last night, now.As if he had nothing to lose, the heroic knight threw away his sword and armor, and landed on his knees, offering the power to control his body and mind with both hands.

He wondered how Harlan would answer.He still doesn't know what kind of person Harlan is.Just being attracted by him, deeply attracted, all the way to this point.Will it be ignored?Or a whimsical answer?Or casually digress again.It's not that he hasn't done such a thing.

Just when he was about to give the other party enough time to think and answer, Harlan suddenly laughed.It was like a hallucination, but the corner of his mouth turned up to prove that it was not.Roy stared into his eyes, eyes that had never been so charming.

"You shouldn't have surrendered first," Harlan said.

Roy stared at him.

"I always thought, if I surrender first, then you can refuse. But if you surrender first,"

he laughed.That smile was gentle and helpless.

"I can't do anything about you..."

Roy lowered his head and approached his lips.

Harlan subconsciously pursed his lips and leaned back, as if to dodge, Roy seemed to have expected his reaction, supported his head and back with his hands, and pressed him towards himself instead.But he just touched Harlan's lips lightly, like a shy inexperienced boy, and moved aside to kiss the corner of his mouth.It wasn't until Harlan opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, that he turned around, tilted his head slightly, pried open his lips easily, and walked straight forward.

He ran his fingers into Harlan's hair, stroking the crevices of his hair.He licked and kissed Haran's lips unhurriedly, from the peak to the valley of the lips, every fine line on it, as if he had thought about his lips day and night, and was familiar with them.He probed in and out from the gap, patiently probing, and felt that Harlan was gradually relaxing, and then went deeper, twirling his tongue, sweeping his mouth, inside and out, kissing inseparably.Until Harlan, out of breath, began to push his shoulders.

Roy let go of his lips and wrapped his arms around his waist.He rested his head on Harlan's right shoulder, listening to his panting, like the waves of the sea, coming up and receding, carrying away a layer of fine sand.Roy closed his eyes.

"Did I not misunderstand you?"

he asked in Harlan's ear.You should not surrender first.He remembered this sentence again.But if Harlan "surrenders", he will only be more helpless.Does he know?If every meeting, talking, and touching is a battle of mutual stalemate, then it is better to say that every farewell is the real torture.There is nothing more cruel than farewell in wartime, and every time it may separate people from life to death.

"Please understand as you expect."

Harlan said.His voice is very soft, but at such a distance, nothing is inaudible.

"I accept them all."

Roy laughed, his shoulders trembling slightly.He still rested his jaw on Harlan's shoulder, motionless, like a koala hanging from a branch.

"Actually, I surrendered a long time ago, in Zangarmarsh."

He thought about it.

"No, it should be earlier. That afternoon at the Dragon Eagle Hotel."

"Actually, it was the first time I saw me."

Roy laughed lowly, his arms tightened, and he rubbed his jaw against Harlan's shoulder.

He didn't answer, and didn't need to.At this moment, any language seems pale and powerless.

He tilted his head and kissed the side of Harlan's neck.Harlan put his arms around his shoulders without resistance.There was a refreshing fragrance on his body. Roy stuck out his tongue and licked the smooth skin on the side of his neck, and Harlan immediately flinched, like a frightened young deer.Roy smiled again. He stood up straight and took Harlan into his arms.

He heard his heart beating out of control.

The flaming flames, the swaying shadows on the wall, the darkness spreading around, the tables and chairs next to it, and even the entire living room were all mixed together.Everything became irrelevant except for this all-encompassing hug.

"Yes, from a long, long time ago."

Roy said suddenly.

"I……"

He was silent for a moment.Harlan buried his head in the crescent of his neck, his voice trembling when he heard him speak again.

"I miss you. I miss you all the time."

Harlan hugged him tightly, feeling a pang of bitterness in his heart.

"I told you to go back to Shattrath City, in Zangarmarsh. But you didn't."

Roy spoke quickly, even with reproach in his tone.It seems that these have been deposited for too long, and if they are not poured out, they will erode the viscera.

"I saw Felix's warblade on the border between the swamp and the peninsula, together with the corpse of his companion, which also meant... I subconsciously thought that something happened to you, but then I thought that the legion would not bury the corpse of the enemy, So you just... when I found out you didn't go back to Shattrath City, it drove me crazy."

"I'm sorry," Harlan said.

He didn't know what else to say.Roy had his equally painful moments.

"No, don't apologize."

Roy's voice became extremely gentle.

"I don't want to hear another apology. And it's all in the past."

"it is good."

Harlan heard him laugh in relief.

They stick together without a single gap.The heart was beating like a drum, hitting the chest cavity one after another.Warm breath brushed against the sensitive skin, and Harlan could only feel the scorching heat from Roy's body, seeping into his body through their tight parts, flowing into the blood of the whole body, igniting and boiling them, until out of control.

It was as if the vacancy in my heart had been filled for a long time, and at this moment, the blood rushing all over my body was about to break through the shell and spurt out.

No one knows what will happen in the future, and maybe there will be no results in the end.

But this time, there was no way to go back.

He felt himself falling.