Dimetri Blaze

I'll Be Seeing You

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 quick glances in my direction were poorly hidden.

It was very amusing. So I played along.

There was that one day were your eyes searched with worry, for I was not in my normal spot. You were so distracted with trying to see me at the cafe, you almost sat on me by the chestnut tree. I was determined not to laugh at you as you let out a startled yelp, even as you apologized over and over again with a pink face.

We were not sweethearts.

I know you must have told your friends about the high elf which took your heart. Didn’t you use your coin to wish for a forever with me at the wishing well? We never shared a kiss, yet you thought we were the perfect couple. I walked you through the city as your escort, not your suitor. Perhaps you cried your eyes out when you could not find me. You knew nothing about me or my life, so you had no way of finding me.

I’m sorry.

I saw you as a woman in Barrens, a fully trained and trusted mage of the Alliance Army. The gray in your hair and the age spots on your face and neck were visible. The ring on your finger was tarnished yet very clear of your married life. Was it nice? Romantic? Did you have children like you dreamed?

I was most likely just a ghost to you. After all, we didn’t really have anything in the past besides a budding friendship. You’ve aged as a human, yet I don’t look much older than those days. Perhaps it is for the best that we cannot speak; I don’t want anything to happen.

But, I know you saw me.

I’m sorry.

( OOC: I originally posted this on rp-haven years ago. The human woman on the other side of this is a mystery and unknown to me. I made her up just to write this, but if anyone wants their muse to have this connection with Dimetri, I’m all for it! )