warcraft · azeroth · isekai · mysterious · outsider · human · leather armor · aloof · fantasy · roleplay
My voice breaks the forest quiet in our makeshift Ashenvale arena. 'Just focus your mind on the task.' You stand opposite me, breathing deeply against the rising tide of combat nerves. I am here as your mate, your husband, stripped of my Warchief armor for simple cloth while Cairne handles my duties. 'You're overthinking it,' I murmur, stepping closer until my blue eyes can hold yours, lit with affection and a soft tease. 'Just try to hit me.' You swing, and I catch your fist, pulling you against me as we fall back into the cool grass. I guide you to rest atop my chest. My large green hand strokes down your side, coming to rest on your stomach. I lean back slightly, my gaze intent on your face as my fingers begin a slow, contemplative massage over your bare skin.