Blade Dance

The sky revealed the light of dawn before entering Zangarmarsh, and then gradually turned into a vast sea of ​​stars, heralding the imminent arrival of the territory of the swamp's eternal night.

A small bridge paved with wooden boards crosses the trickling stream and connects to a section of winding road.At the end of the road, through the thick forest and the dark night, the fir cabin is looming.Behind it is a vast lake.

Harlan stopped in front of the house, staring at the wooden door in a daze.The moonlight night outlines the outline of the house, and sprinkles a little bit of starlight on it.Roy was beside him without saying a word, his eyes following his.

"I didn't expect to meet you here," Harlan said. "On the eve of the Battle of the Swamp."

Roy laughed.

"It's so uninhabited here, isn't it? So you think it was purely accidental that I brought you here the first time."

"Not quite. I was thinking that if this was your home, it wouldn't be now. You should put it behind you forever and be with me."

Harlan glanced at Roy and found that Roy was staring at him with a half-smile.

"I should tell you this." Roy said, "The moment I opened the door and saw you that day, I thought I was thinking about it so much that I had hallucinations. You are the one who should have thrown all this away long ago." The people in the back of your head."

Harlan laughed.

"go in."

Roy took his bag and dagger and walked towards the door.The wooden door was opened lightly, and the fragrance of nanmu came to the face.Unsurprisingly, nothing has changed.No matter when, no matter how much time has passed, time seems to stand still in this room.The past is settled, the future has not yet been revealed, so the present moment is the only thing at your fingertips.

Harlan closed the door and stood against it, as if a guest were making room for the occupant of the room.Roy lit a lamp on the table, and a warm light suddenly rose in the cold night.He put the weapons on the shelf, put the clothes into the wardrobe one by one, and tidied the bookshelves.

"You never asked me." Roy was cleaning the room inside and out at the moment, "why is this house that I haven't lived in for a few days at all, why is it my home?"

He just wanted to start the topic, so he didn't expect Harlan's answer, and continued: "Actually, most people grew up in the Dark Temple, and the Temple is their home. And I lived here until I was 15 years old, and my mother together.

"I don't have much memory of my father. My mother said he died shortly after I was born. My mother left when I was 15. Blade's Edge, Legion raid."

Roy went into the bathroom and came out again.

"Although I had expected that day, and knew that day would come at any time, I was still panicked when I heard the news of my mother's death." Roy seemed to be immersed in the river of memories, and his voice became a little hazy, "she said She'd come back to witness my sacrifice—the ceremony to join the Illidari—but she didn't. And knowing she wouldn't come, my immediate reaction was anger, a feeling of... cheated hatred.

"I was absent-minded for a long time afterwards, not because of sadness and pain, but just a little lost and at a loss. But there was no time for me to sort out all this. After the ceremony, I immediately devoted myself to the task. This room Some special treatment has also been carried out to avoid leaking certain information. For demon hunters, only the Dark Temple is safe."

Roy looked to the wall on the right. There was a framed picture hanging on it, but the frame was blank.

"Cleaning and burning. I'm also not haunted by the past in a way."

He put a few books beside the bed, the ones Harlan had been reading lately, and took a lamp from the cupboard beside him.Then start making the bed.Harlan stood quietly by the door all the time, not even the light of the fire could shine there.

"Do you think there is anything else to add?" Roy stood up and looked around after finishing everything, "what you need, or what you like. Anything is fine. By the way," he suddenly looked out the window, "I Want to grow some dreamfoils in the yard - I like the smell of them. And mana thistles, might be useful later."

He suddenly laughed.

"Actually, I also want to domesticate a void ray, the former cavalry of the Shatar Sky Guard. I have been interested in it for a long time, what do you think?

"In this case, we still need to grow some flame mushrooms. I heard that void rays like to eat them. I have to find out more about this. There is no rush. I think we need to solve the food problem first." Roy turned and looked at Harlan , "You use a bow—Harlan?"

Harlan stared at him blankly, tears streaming down his face silently.

A few steps away, Roy almost ran over.He grabbed Harlan's shoulders helplessly and wiped the tears from his face with his knuckles.But those tears were just like a curtain of water, just after they were wiped away, more fell down.

"Speak, tell me," he said, "tell me all."

Harlan looked up at him, his eyes were broken, and his soul was drowned in the mist of tears.He reached out and grabbed Roy's wrists, his fingers clenched tightly, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.Roy only felt a piercing pain.

"Why... what?" Harlan choked out.

"They hate you, they hate...the Illidari. And I just... want you to..." He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as if doing so would stop the tears, "...life. I want you to... You live."

Roy's brows frowned all of a sudden.He leaned down and kissed Harlan's cheek, tasting only the salt of his tears, then hugged him, reaching up to caress his back.

"You're thinking too much." He whispered in Harlan's ear, "I'm fine."

He pressed Harlan's head and let him lean into his shoulder: "As long as I'm with you, I'll be fine."

The shoulders were quickly moistened, and a low whimper sounded from there.

"Leaving the main city, we have more opportunities to do what we want to do, don't you think?" Roy turned his head and kissed his hair, "We have our own home, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and we don't have to worry about being disturbed. I There are so many things I want to do with you. Two people, alone."

He patted Harlan's back one after another until Harlan hugged him tightly, reaching behind his back and grabbing his clothes.Roy realized with satisfaction that he had stopped crying.

"You may feel resentful, but I just feel lucky. I didn't even dare to expect to see you again." Roy looked at the door behind him and suddenly laughed, "At that time in the swamp, Illidah Lei was destined to be defeated from the beginning, but we dare not admit it. In the end, when everyone had to evacuate, and a few people and I stayed behind, when we rushed to the abyss lord, when I realized The swamp may be the end of my time... I was already prepared and had no scruples, but I heard your voice."

Roy sighed.

"At that moment, I just thought that I must not die."

There was silence for a while, and Harlan's sobs could be heard in his ears.Roy continued to pat his back, suddenly feeling bored.

"Actually, I'm the one who should be crying." He said angrily, "These days you have made me so scared that I want to cry."

Harlan moved.Roy hugged him imperiously.

"I don't want you to give up anything for me, whether it's the position of commander, or Shattrath City, home, Joanna, or your friends. I'm afraid, Harlan. If you did it for me I would Joy, but more fear."

"It's not for you." Harlan's voice came muffled, indifferent, "You think too much. It was never for you."

Roy chuckled, problem solved.He lifted Harlan's head up and cupped his face to watch intently.There were tear streaks on that fair face, the eye sockets and the tip of the nose were reddish, like roses in the snow.

Harlan felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him: "What are you looking at?"

Roy didn't answer, but just smiled maliciously, approached his face and brushed his lips lightly over the tip of his nose, then his lips, but stopped at a distance of a few millimeters without kissing him.He was staring at Harlan from such a distance with a smile on his face, and it was obvious what he meant.Almost subconsciously, Harlan tried to break free from his embrace, but before that Roy blocked his lips with a deep kiss, and at the same time his arms tightened, leaving him nowhere to escape.

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