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[December 1] [World of Warcraft] Simple Pleasures
Title: Simple Pleasures
Day/Theme: December 1/Happiness/~I want happiness~
Series: World of Warcraft
Character/Pairing: Amri, Aidan (OC)
Rating: G
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Disclaimer: I don't own Warcraft, only the characters I write about.
A soft growl comes deep within his throat as he rolls his back in the dirt. The sun shines down on him, filtered through the leaves of the trees that surround the patch of earth he is currently claiming as his own. Aidan looks up from his upside down stance to see her laughing at him. He pauses in his delighted play and woofs softly, reverting back to his animal language and ignoring their special bond. He smiles a mischievous grin before flopping back over and shaking the dirt free from his ivory colored fur. Trotting over, he flings himself down at her feet, bats his wolfish eyelashes and speaks to her mind and hopefully to her heart.
“It is good to hear you laugh even though I know you mock me.”
“I do not mock you. I just do not see the pleasure of getting dirt stuck in my hair.” The lady elf pulls some of her long silver hair through her fingers, making a face full of disgust as if imagining dirt in it.
Aidan snorts softly in disagreement before speaking again. “It is not the practice of getting dirt stuck in my fur. It is the scratching of those hard to reach itches. It is the sun bathing me in it’s warm. It is the air alive with energy. It is the land calling to me. It is the childish play with seemingly no responsibilities and nothing to lose. It is my chance to feel free.”
Amri looks at the ground where he was rolling and bites her lip. He knew what she was thinking before she even said it.
“I have too many responsibilities to ignore, to just let go.”
He rolls his eyes and sets his head down on her feet. She takes life too seriously. She is young by elfin standards. And yet… she takes on the responsibilities of someone much older. He thought to himself.
“What makes you happy then, if not the dirtying of one’s hair, as you put it.”
Amri wrings her hands together impatiently. Trying not to disturb his head, she shifts to another position on the log she has been sitting on.
“Someone who loves me unconditionally. An employment that fulfills needs such as living expenses, personal gain, food, drink, and excitement.” The lady looks up into the trees before continuing her answer. “Silence to hear one’s own thoughts. A home to go to where it truly feels like there is no other place in the world that I would rather be.” Amri could go on and on but she stops and looks down at Aidan. She smiles gently and pets him for a few seconds.
Leave it to people to make happiness so complicated. Aidan thinks as a long sigh blows through his nose.
“Does your back ever itch where you can not scratch?”
Amri blinks slowly at the question.
“Yes Aidan. And sometimes, just sometimes, that itch does get scratched.”
Perhaps she is happy sometimes. He thinks before dozing off at her feet, feeling her soft touch through his now dirty ivory fur.
Day/Theme: December 1/Happiness/~I want happiness~
Series: World of Warcraft
Character/Pairing: Amri, Aidan (OC)
Rating: G
Cross posted:
amri, 31_daysDisclaimer: I don't own Warcraft, only the characters I write about.
A soft growl comes deep within his throat as he rolls his back in the dirt. The sun shines down on him, filtered through the leaves of the trees that surround the patch of earth he is currently claiming as his own. Aidan looks up from his upside down stance to see her laughing at him. He pauses in his delighted play and woofs softly, reverting back to his animal language and ignoring their special bond. He smiles a mischievous grin before flopping back over and shaking the dirt free from his ivory colored fur. Trotting over, he flings himself down at her feet, bats his wolfish eyelashes and speaks to her mind and hopefully to her heart.
“It is good to hear you laugh even though I know you mock me.”
“I do not mock you. I just do not see the pleasure of getting dirt stuck in my hair.” The lady elf pulls some of her long silver hair through her fingers, making a face full of disgust as if imagining dirt in it.
Aidan snorts softly in disagreement before speaking again. “It is not the practice of getting dirt stuck in my fur. It is the scratching of those hard to reach itches. It is the sun bathing me in it’s warm. It is the air alive with energy. It is the land calling to me. It is the childish play with seemingly no responsibilities and nothing to lose. It is my chance to feel free.”
Amri looks at the ground where he was rolling and bites her lip. He knew what she was thinking before she even said it.
“I have too many responsibilities to ignore, to just let go.”
He rolls his eyes and sets his head down on her feet. She takes life too seriously. She is young by elfin standards. And yet… she takes on the responsibilities of someone much older. He thought to himself.
“What makes you happy then, if not the dirtying of one’s hair, as you put it.”
Amri wrings her hands together impatiently. Trying not to disturb his head, she shifts to another position on the log she has been sitting on.
“Someone who loves me unconditionally. An employment that fulfills needs such as living expenses, personal gain, food, drink, and excitement.” The lady looks up into the trees before continuing her answer. “Silence to hear one’s own thoughts. A home to go to where it truly feels like there is no other place in the world that I would rather be.” Amri could go on and on but she stops and looks down at Aidan. She smiles gently and pets him for a few seconds.
Leave it to people to make happiness so complicated. Aidan thinks as a long sigh blows through his nose.
“Does your back ever itch where you can not scratch?”
Amri blinks slowly at the question.
“Yes Aidan. And sometimes, just sometimes, that itch does get scratched.”
Perhaps she is happy sometimes. He thinks before dozing off at her feet, feeling her soft touch through his now dirty ivory fur.