Blade Dance

Roy followed Harlan into the arms room, watched him put the short sword back on the rack, backed away, turned, and followed him to the bedroom like a puppy wagging its tail, excited that its master has finally returned.When Harlan took off his coat with his back turned, he finally calmed down, folded his arms, and leaned against the door frame.

"You and...that blood elf, how did you know each other?"

Harlan turned and looked at him suspiciously.The lion's eye breast buttons on the long coat glittered.

"Which blood elf?"

"The man with black hair and gray eyes. The one you drank with."

"Vincent," said Harlan, "that's Vincent Lee."

"Okay, Lee." Roy nodded, "How did you meet him? You seem to have a good relationship. I saw him that night. He walked out of the gate, and you—"

"What night?"

Harlan unbuttoned three more buttons, revealing the white silk shirt underneath.Roy didn't answer right away, but avoided his gaze, as if he didn't know how to speak at all.

"That, tonight." He said awkwardly.

Harlan laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

Roy went to the window and closed the curtains, and stood by the bed when he came back, only to see that Harlan couldn't stop laughing at all.He covered his mouth with his hands and smiled recklessly.Roy walked towards him, Harlan stretched out his hand and tried to stop him, don't come, he said, seeing Roy stop obediently, he started laughing again.

"Harlan."

"and many more."

Roy rarely used a commanding tone in front of him. Harlan cleared his throat, turned around and continued to unbutton his shirt.

"Vincent was a friend I met in the swamp. I thought... uh, go to war."

He glanced behind him.

"I know you want me to go back to the city, where it's safer. But I figured... being closer to you - not physically distant - is at least working towards a similar cause."

Roy didn't speak.Harlan didn't stop, and then said:

"It's all in the past, don't worry about it. I continued. Vincent saved me when I fought a felguard. Then he invited me to join their team, and I said yes. Hellfire Citadel We returned to Shattrath City together after the First World War."

Roy remained silent.Harlan unbuttoned the last button, opened his clothes and turned to look at him, with his hands on his waist.

"What kind of person is he?"

"He is a good man."

Roy's expression showed that he was obviously not satisfied with such a simple answer.Harlan hooked the corner of his mouth, walked up to him, and looked at his face.

"Although he looks laid-back and sometimes even a bit slippery, he is very sensitive to the people and things around him--good at finding things in others that he found in himself that he didn't want others to see. Also That is to say, he knows what I am covering up or hiding, and it can be seen in a few words and a few days of getting along."

Harlan's gaze rested on Roy's lips, and then he puffed up his cheeks and nodded to himself.

"It made him see through me very early on, and I didn't really know him until not so long ago."

"So he knew you well from the beginning."

"True, but he doesn't force his ideas on me just because he understands. He always respects the choices I make after making sure I hear his advice, and tries to help me as much as possible. So he's a good guy." Harlan Looking into Roy's eyes again.

"And you see him less now, which is good. You don't need other people who understand you, you have me."

Harlan laughed.

"I do like him, yes, as a friend. That's all."

Roy nodded earnestly, as if he wanted to nail his last sentence on the board, leaving ironclad evidence, and hang the board where he could see it every day as soon as he opened his eyes, as a wake-up call.

"What about that woman?" He asked again, "What about that woman?"

"What woman?" Harlan frowned, his face full of confusion.He turned and walked to the closet and took off his coat.

"Just now—what's that?"

Roy's voice was suddenly full of vigilance, and Harlan subconsciously looked at the ground.It was a letter, obviously.The pure white envelope is tied with a light pink ribbon, and one corner of the envelope is covered with finely divided rose petals, red, pink, and begonia, as if falling in the wind, with a seductive fragrance.In the blank space, it is written in a very delicate handwriting: "Master Ansenal, personally".

The coat, half removed, was still half hanging on Harlan's arm.He bent down to pick up the letter, quickly scanned the writing on the letter, and then handed the envelope to Roy.Roy's fingertips touched the edge of the envelope, and he immediately retracted it.

"I see? Isn't it written for you?"

"That's it."

"wait."

He grabbed Harlan's wrist and stared straight at the envelope in his hand.His focused eyes were like two burning torches, and Harlan seemed to be able to feel their heat.

After a moment Roy let go of his wrist and smiled slyly.

"I'm done."

Harlan opened his mouth in shock.

"you……"

Roy took the envelope from Harlan, waved it in front of his eyes like a victor, and folded his arms.

"I'll put it together with the Knicks instead of the ones you received."

Harlan turned completely to face him.

"I obviously let him deal with it all. How do you know?"

"Is there anything you can escape my eyes? I know everything about you, from the outside,"

Roy tilted his head and raised his jaw, stroked his lower lip with his fingertips,

"To the inside."

Harlan felt the air dry and hot.

"I told him you changed your mind," Roy said, "and asked him to give me all the letters and many presents. Seeing that others like you and praise you makes me feel happy."

Harlan looked at him darkly.

"Strange hobby."

Roy strode over and pulled off the coat he was hanging on his body, and threw it aside together with the envelope.The force was so strong that Harlan shook his whole body.Roy took advantage of the situation and pulled his wrist to the side, easily pushing him down on the soft bed.The silver hair spread out like a whole piece of bright stars.

"Because the beautiful you they covet day and night belongs to me alone." Roy curled a lock of his hair between his fingers, smiling charmingly, "I have many strange hobbies, what? Time to experience it one by one?"

Harlan laughed softly, wrapping his arms around his neck.Roy leaned down, propped his elbows on the bed, and pressed his forehead against his.Then they closed their eyes at the same time and just leaned together like this, enjoying the moment.Both body and mind calm down, like lying on a small boat floating in the middle of a lake without waves.A few birds flew in the distant sky, and the regular sound of water waves echoed in my ears.They didn't talk for a long time, until Roy supported the bed with one hand, and with the other hand, he lifted the hem of Harlan's clothes and reached in, stroking his waist and abdomen.Harlan let out a soft snort, and his breathing became heavy.Roy turned his head and pressed his lips against his.

"I saw that girl. She's a beauty."

Rubbing his lips, Harlan licked Roy's lips, then bit his lower lip and pulled it.

"Again? Is ghost vision used in this kind of place?"

Roy laughed.

"I can use it wherever I want."

He kissed hard, his whole body on top of Harlan.Harlan ran his fingers through his hair and pressed him against him.Their breathing became rapid at the same time.Roy grabbed Harlan's knees, separated his legs, and started stroking his thighs through the pants from the knees, all the way up, the heels, the crotch, the crotch, and then into his pants.

Harlan suddenly stood up and pushed hard, turning over and pressing Roy underneath.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Roy was defenseless, and the feeling of being crushed was very novel.Panting for breath, he stared blankly at Harlan, subconsciously holding his waist.Harlan straddled him, disheveled, his hands lightly pressing his heaving chest.Then, as if thinking of something, Roy suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled provocatively.Harlan calmed his panting, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He slowly leaned forward and opened his mouth slightly until the tip of his nose touched Roy's, until he closed his mouth to include Roy's lips.The warm breath brushed into the inner wall of the mouth.He closed his eyes and let out a low murmur.

"Roy."

"Ah."

"I have something to ask you."

Roy showed a puzzled expression, watching Harlan's charming lips quickly move away from him.He sat up on the bed, hugged Harlan's waist and let him sit on his lap.But Harlan backed away a little, almost sitting on his lap.The smile on his face faded, and there was a strange coldness in his tone.

"Why didn't you evacuate with the Illidari in Zangarmarsh?"

Roy watched him silently.

"You knew I was coming?"

Harlan didn't wait for his answer, and immediately said, "You don't know.

"You just know you're going to die, don't you? Die from your wounds before the Allies find you, or be killed by them after they find you. Do you remember what you were like when I saw you?

"All the way to the swamp, I thought that I might see a demon hunter in a terrible death, or someone who was beaten out of shape and dying, but I never thought it would be you."

Harlan's voice was like an oasis that was on the verge of drying up. He seemed to be forced to cut a freshly healed wound from himself, and the hand holding the knife was trembling.Roy stared at his bitter expression, feeling that his heart was also being stabbed with a knife.

"If... If I am not the commander of the garrison coalition forces, there is no way to protect you."

His eyes suddenly revealed anger.

"Even if the Devil's Wings can't be unfolded due to injury, you can still let someone take you away, right?" He said word by word, "It's like you brought me all the way from the Dark Portal back to Zangarmarsh with your injuries. "

The voice fell, and the room became silent.

It's been too long since I've experienced such silence.They stared at each other—no confrontation of eyes, no urgency to find out something from each other's faces, and no waiting for any answer—just calmly and calmly, sending their gazes into the deepest part of each other's hearts.

If the silence in the past was not my original intention, and was depressing and unbearable, then the silence at this moment is inevitable and needed.

Not ignored, not forgotten.

Harlan suddenly reached out and grabbed Roy's clothes, his blue eyes locked tightly on him.

"Promise me that you won't make such a decision in the future."

There was no pleading in his tone, it was as if he had spoken an irresistible order.But this order is too selfish and heavy, as if it carries everything, it will be unbearable.

Roy stares at him, then wraps his arms around him, resting his head on his shoulders.

"Not anymore."

He put his cheek against the side of Harlan's neck, reached out and patted his back, then hooked his shoulders and hugged him even tighter.

"No matter what."