working on app things.

[winterinlordaeron]

Mundane, there's no need to worry so much...I'm sure things will be fine.  Just try to focus on the task at hand- a bit of discipline will serve you well.  

...no putting off your studies, either.  I know well enough that you can study all you want and still run yourself into a corner like you did tonight.  You're going to need to learn to think on your feet, but I know it's not easy.  Trust in your friends a bit more, there's no need to be so scared.

I have faith in you.

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[winterinlordaeron]

[There were times that he admired Koltira's coldness. He knew that he had those that considered him to be a friend, and he was told, at times, that he was a strange creature- rarely had they seen a Death Knight who occasionally smiled.

Perhaps he was strange.

He admired Koltira's stoicism, in a way, the ease with which he excised his own emotions from something, clean as removing a limb with a sword.

He nodded, still as Koltira stood beside him, not even bothering with the effort of breathing until he needed to speak. He smirked, watching Koltira closely.]

Are you meaning to say I'm not always useless?

[frostheart]

[ two halves of a better whole, is how koltira often thinks of them. opposing sides of the same coin. alone they are strong, perhaps, alone they are extremes, but together they are foils. together they balance one another. beside thassarian he feels.. at ease, somehow, and so as thassarian admires his stoicism, koltira (begrudgingly) appreciates his .. strange warmth. his misplaced positivity. his light.

it's odd, but it is what keeps them together. koltira is thoughtful enough to notice this. the torment is less, when thassarian is around.

usually. ]

Ah, well, you're always a good source of entertainment, at least.

[winterinlordaeron]

[There are times that he acts a fool, generally to try and drag that slow, begrudging smile out of Koltira. It reminds him, distantly, of another life.

It was another life, after all. "You can never go home again" was said, and he had never understood how right they were until he boarded that ship bound for the frozen north.

He shakes his head, chuckling dryly just once.]

You're fairly entertaining, yourself.

[frostheart]

[ another life indeed, which is a strange thing, for an elf, who generally think of time in a very different way. koltira's own thoughts..

well. he tries not to dwell on them. numbing himself is far easier, and the past is a thing that can never be changed. to move forward, he must try to push these painful things to the back of his mind, lest they devour him whole.

shrugging his shoulders easily, koltira lifts his brows. ]

Oh? I'm surprised you haven't gotten bored of me and moved on. Clearly I'm not trying hard enough.

[winterinlordaeron]

You're certainly trying.

[For as much of a pain in the ass Koltira is, he wouldn't trade him. What would have rather have than someone he could consider a friend, close enough to be almost kin to him? In some ways, he needed him, to know that if Koltira could stay around him, and not hate him for killing him, then maybe he wasn't a lost cause after all.

Under the Scourge banner, there were no friends. Such feelings had been considered weakness. But in a strange way, he now understood them to be a strength.]

You're an ass sometimes, I'll tell you that much.

[frostheart]

[ koltira watches his face carefully for a long, tenuous moment, before he breaks into a chuckle, a low, chilly, echoing sound that is no less gentle for its roughness. ]

And you're too sensitive, sometimes. Are all humans this way?

[winterinlordaeron]

[It's a sound that might chill someone else- but Thassarian takes comfort in the almost derisive tone.]

Not all of them.

[He is reminded, keenly, of the cultists that would seem to gravitate to them. How the living had sent men younger than him off to die for almost nothing.

He remembers his sister, come to find him from Stormwind, brought before one of the Lich King's lackeys.

It was mortal hands that did these things, human hands.]

Are all elves as aloof?

[frostheart]

[ koltira's eyes narrow, his expression distant; thassarian has this way about him, this ability to kick up old memories and painful feelings that koltira would rather ignore than directly face.

all elves.. it was another lifetime ago that he truly knew elves. koltira thinks of the slain king, and the prince driven mad by the destruction of his homeland. he thinks of the windrunner sisters, how different they all were, how further different they have become. he thinks of innkeepers and mages, of elven priests and merry wanderers and surly tavern goers.

and he thinks, of course, of faltora. his sweeter, gentler brother who, in life, had always been kinder than koltira had been. it's .. good that he is dead, in some ways. it is a mercy, and better, he thinks, than having to live to see these days - quel'thalas ravaged, their prince destroyed, and koltira... this.

koltira shifts, his arms crossing loosely over his chest. ]

.. Many of them. [ them. not us. ] Even moreso, now. But not all.