Dizarak Sanar

Shattered Glass

Morning broke through the window like an intruder. The suns rays bouncing of various objects settled on the top of the large wooden desk, the reflections dancing across the ceiling. 

The blankets barely hung from the dozing Draenei woman's form. Now ice white hair flowing across the pillow where her head rest.

Mismatched eyes traced her outline, content to linger on her peaceful face. She had no need of sleep but she seemed to enjoy the action more with him around.

Gentle care was made to ensure she remained in that blissful state as Dizarak shifted to sit at the foot of the bed. Peering out of the glass doors, a hand rubbed at tired eyes. Dreading the daily ritual of preparing to leave the safety of his four walls, he sighed softly. 

The last mission had left him marred, altered, and in his eyes, a disgusting sight. His Little Lapis had all but refused to leave, spending as much time as she could sneak with him. Azryl's absence though uncomfortable, affording her more chances to spend the night. Words of love and unending desire kept him afloat as his mind tried to drown what little worth he had obtained these last months in Rustberg. 

He swallowed thickly as his mind tried to wander down the cobbled path of self hatred again, choosing instead to lean forward and quietly retrieve the hairbrush from the cushion on the floor at the end of the bed. Discarded the night before after a stern scolding about his self care had devolved into intertwined limbs beneath the sheets.

Shaking downed tresses he forced himself back to the present, lifting the brush to rearrange the hair upon his head into its usual high pony tail. Before he could set the brush down a chilled hand grabbed hold of it, frosted bare knees settling on either side of his hips causing the corner of the bed to sink more. 

Without a word she slipped the tie from his hair and snapped a finger, commanding him to take residence on the floor cushion. Both moved in time with each other as they adjusted to their new position, a king at the foot of his queen.He wanted to see the moment in the romantic light of morning as it should be, the darker parts of his mind casting shadowed whispers trying desperately to convince him of how revolting the action was. 

Look at you.

Pathetic.

She cant possibly like being seen with the likes of you.

Can't even stand to look at yourself in the mirror. 

Those mismatched eyes pinched shut in agitation, why now? Illei had driven the thoughts away only for them to come skulking back with the morning light. 

It was true, every mirror in his room had vanished. Remotely reflective things tucked away in shadowy crevices and closed drawers. The Ren'dorei's appearance had suffered, between the tangled hair atop his head to the unnerving void gaze. So much so that his love had taken it upon herself to aid in his routine.

Gently, Illei tapped his shoulder, encouraging him to turn toward her. He glanced up at her before shifting, wrapping warm arms around her and burying that wretched face into her lap. Dizarak choked back tears, his oversized shirt hung from her frame as she soothed him.