Dimetri Blaze

I know you saw me in the Barrens because I caught you looking in my direction. If those blue and gold flags you stood behind were gone, I would have greeted you properly.

Perhaps you did not even recognize me, which may be for the better; I do not need my identity revealed before those of the Horde, nor the Alliance. But, for a moment there, did your memory go back to the cafe across from the park when Dalaran was still upon the ground?

When we met you were just a young student at the academy and my master was an instructor on the arcane. I would spend each afternoon lounging alone, drinking a coffee, with a paper in my hand. You would walk by every day, even though you hated coffee, and sit near the chestnut tree. Your blush and...

The bed was large, circular in shape, with a very thin silk canopy enveloping it. Dimetri leaned against the arched entryway as his eyes trailed over the sleeping man. How the newcomer could look so cute while he slept made the mage smirk and shake his head, memories of a previous life flowing through his vision.

With a sigh he turned back toward the main sitting room. The scattering of pillows, liqueur bottles, and crumbled parchment created the flat Dimetri had bought for the time he spent in Silvermoon. Without much of a glance he walked toward a pile of pillows, scooped a glass with a few sips of whiskey left in it, and sat. 

His brain was already lost on the previous day when he had met the Forsaken man. Met wasn’t the right...