The Break-Up
Title: The Break-Up
Part: 1/1
Rating: PG.
Warnings: This is a story inspired by the World of Warcraft online game. So if you don't know about it, this fic might not make much sense to you.
Beta: No beta for this story.
Feedback: Yes please.
Disclaimer: I don't own World of Warcraft. I do however pay Blizzard Entertainment for the right to play my troll mage Morgaia on the Steamwheedle Cartel Server.
Summary: This is the story of how my troll mage Morgaia and her online flirt, a tauren warrior named Drust, broke up if it had happened in roleplay.
She looked at him across the camp fire with a twang of sadness. They could never be. Why did she do this to herself? Why did she even try? She had to talk to him. She cleared her throat in a way he knew too well to ignore. It was her way of letting on when she had something on her mind. So he looked up from the sword he was sharpening and raised an eyebrow at her.
“Drust?”
“Mmm hmm?”
She sighed and licked one of her small tusks nervously.
“I think it's time I left.”
Drust cocked his head at her.
“Do you want an early start?”
She shook her head, making her purple braids sway across her shoulders.
“No, I mean... I think it's time we went our separate ways.”
Drust's eyes widened and his tufted tail twitched on the ground behind him.
“Why? Are you no longer comfortable with me?”
She looked down. She couldn't face him through this.
“You know I am. And that's the problem.”
He put the sword aside and clasped his hands in his lap instead.
“Why? I don't see a problem. We make each other happy. What else it there to know?”
She looked up at him, her face now as sad as her words.
“Things like the fact that we will be shunned by society. Our children will be mocked half breeds, if we are even able to have any, and... the secrecy of it is killing me.
Drust shook his head, his large black horns making even so small a gesture a rather impressive display.
“You make it sound like it's some kind of sordid affair."
“Isn't it?"
Her copper eyes burned into his across the flames.
“Our friends know. We're not exactly keeping it a secret.”
She crossed her arms and looked down again.
“Well, do your parents know?”
He twiddled his thumbs.
“What's there to tell?”
She frowned and narrowed her eyes at him.
“Don't mock me. You know what I mean. Do they know?”
He scratched his muzzle absentmindedly.
“Well... no. But then again, I never actually planned going back to them you know. Why should this be any of their business?”
She sighed with a hint of annoyance.
“I know we've never seen eye to eye on this, but I need you to understand. Family is important to me. Estranged or not.”
She got up and slowly started packing her things. Drust simply looked at her with disbelief.
“So this is it? You're just gonna walk out?”
She couldn't turn and look at him, so she talked to her hands, closing the clasps on her bags.
“More or less. I don't see any other way of doing it.”
She heard movement behind her and knew he had gotten up and walked to her.
“Why do you do this? I don't understand. We're good together.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping against hope to stop the tears.
“Yes... but not in a way socially acceptable.”
She felt his agitation and saw him throw out his arms on the edge of her vision.
“Who cares!? We're out in the middle of no where, we make our own rules here!”
“But not forever. Eventually, we will see the need to return to society. At least I will. I don't plan on fighting monsters for the rest of my life. I want a family. A home.”
He laid his hands on her shoulders, letting his forehead gently rest on the back of her neck.
“We've talked about this before. You know I might want all that. But not now. So why do this now? Why not let life take it's course and see what happens?”
She pulled away from his touch, the tears now running freely down her face.
“Because I worry about the future. I worry that we will fight until we lose each other. I worry that we'll settle down somewhere, and eventually hate each other from the strain of the prejudice. I worry that I'll never have what I most dearly want. And as much as I love you... it's not you.”
He was dead still, and she felt his eyes piercing her back.
“So that's it then?”
Her voice cracked.
“Yes. That's it.”
Her things were packed and she headed over to where her raptor was tied up and started securing the bags behind the saddle as usual. Drust's kodo sniffed her skirt and huffed out a hot breath at her ankles. It forced out another tear.
She was just about to mount the raptor when she heard him approach. She froze, suddenly unable to move. It was simply too hard. He took hold of the raptor's reins, and saw her tears. He looked down, uncomfortable watching her cry.
“You know I love you.”
She let out a small sob and angrily wiped the tears away with a three-fingered hand.
“I love you too. But I want more.”
With that she jumped to the raptor's back, tugged the reins out of his hand and dug her heels into the sides of her mount, making it take off with a surprised screech at her urgency.
Drust watched her disappear through the trees and was simply rooted to the spot. Eventually he turned back to the fire and sat for several more hours staring at the flames. It was almost noon when he finally got to his feet heavily, packed his kodo and rode off to his next assignment. Alone.
End.