Blade Dance

Roy settled Lixal in the yard, then collected tools and poured water.When he got back into the house, Harlan was sitting sideways by the window looking out, his left leg resting on the sill.From there, it can be seen that there are clusters of Monroe flowers in full bloom.

Roy put the warblade back on the weapon rack, carried the basin into the bathroom, and sat down at the table.During the whole process, the only sound left in the house was the sound of him walking around and putting things away.The footsteps were steady and soft, and after that there was a deathly silence, and even the sound of each other's breathing could not be heard because of the distance.

Roy clasped his fingers and propped them on the table against his eyebrows, as if in meditation.But he quickly raised his head and cast his eyes on Harlan's profile.

"I'm away for a while, and you just have a chance to go back to Shattrath City. Meet people you want to see, do things you didn't have time to do. We left in a hurry last time because my—"

"I said so," Harlan cut him off, but didn't look back.

"I didn't give up anything because of you. I said that those were my choices. I told you not to care, just as I tried hard not to care that you left the Illidari."

Roy was dumbfounded.

Harlan's voice was full of tired tenderness.He paused for a moment, seemingly hesitating.

"I... don't want to limit what you can do. Only this time—"

Chairs scrape against the floor, followed by footsteps approaching.Roy's figure was reflected on the window, and the scene outside the window became saturated and deep.

Harlan was still staring out the window, tracing the outline of his reflection with his eyes.

Just then Roy put his hands on his knees and slid them down his calves.Almost subconsciously, Harlan tried to avoid his touch, but at that moment, Roy fell to his knees.

He knelt on the floor and took Harlan's hand.Harlan turned to stare at him, only then realized that he had removed the bandage from his eyes, and he saw the two faintly burning green fires again.How could there be such a calm and gentle flame in the world?Every time I saw it, I was deeply attracted, dragged into obsession like a demon.

They looked at each other up and down like this, their eyes meeting each other, and then avoiding each other.Harlan's gaze flickered, but he never left Roy's face.Roy's eyes were reflected in his eyes, like two stars flickering in the distant night.

"Harlan."

Hearing the breath, Harlan only felt a suffocating pain.Roy lowered his head and gently rubbed the back of his hand with his fingertips.

"I want to stay by your side. I want to. It's not to escape any missions and disputes, or because I'm tired of the previous life, and intervening in your life is just to relieve loneliness."

He raised his head.

"You are the end of me. The end I will run to no matter what. I have never known why I am fighting." His tone is low and fast. "I will come back. I will definitely come back alive and intact .Please trust me. It's all right, Harlan, trust me."

There was a moment of silence, and Roy held his hand and said nothing.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it's just a few moments, maybe it's a long life.Harlan put his left leg down, wrapped his other hand around Roy's head, and bent down to kiss his hair.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Roy smiled slightly.There is a unique sense of intimacy in speaking in such a posture, which makes people tremble and linger intoxicated.

"Go back to Shattrath City, do what you want, protect yourself, and think of me."

"it is good."

Roy thought for a while, and then said, "I'm only leaving for a few days, maybe half a month. You won't just forget me, will you?"

Harlan froze.Roy still lowered his head, and his voice seemed to come from the bottom of the water.

"No." He said softly, "but it might not last longer. You are not the only one in my life."

He laughed when he finished speaking.

"So you have to come back quickly."

He sat up straight and Roy raised his head.They stared at each other again, as if to tie each other together with their eyes.Harlan put his hand on Roy's shoulder, and gripped it tightly.The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing an affectionate smile.

Just looking at that smile quietly, Roy's eyes became moist and his vision blurred.

"I will wait for you."

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When I woke up the next day, the sheets around me were cold.Two warglaives, some clothing, and Lixar were also missing.If it weren't for the "Reincarnation" on the table, Harlan would have thought he had a dream that lasted for several months.

Next to the sword was a piece of paper with Roy's vigorous handwriting on it:

"Reincarnation" belongs to me, and I belong to you.Take it, my heart is with you.

Harlan laughed.

Such words can only be conveyed through letters. If it is said in person, Roy will definitely not be able to help but laugh.Or too shy to speak at all.

He reached out to hold the hilt of "Samsara", picked it up, and then put his palm on the sword, feeling the energy spring flowing slowly on it.

He suddenly heard a voice.No, feel it.It's like heartbeat or breathing, in short, it's the rhythm of life, the pulsation comes from the palm of the hand, as if what flows on the "samsara" is not energy, but gurgling blood.

Harlan threw the sword back on the table quickly, as if struck by lightning, and stared blankly at the sharp blade making a shocking long mark on the wooden table.

He feels empty.The heart seemed to have been torn off in one piece, then tied up in a knot by blood vessels, struggling and screaming uneasily.He walked into the bathroom anxiously, walked from the bathroom to the kitchen, and finally went out again, walking quickly around the yard.Then it's another lap.

No.No.No.

He went back to the house, opened the wardrobe, and found that Roy had left behind a black spirit-weave shirt, a pair of trousers, a leather armor uniform, and a black cloth belt, neatly stacked.Everything was so familiar, Harlan subconsciously picked up the pile of clothes and buried his head in it.On top of them was the smell of cleansing and dryness, the smell that haunted Roy and fascinated him.At that moment, there was a strange sound in the chest that was about to rush out and burst.It pushed the heart hard, and it was extremely congested.Roaring, whimpering, shouting, whatever it was, would burst out the next moment if he didn't hold it back.

He frantically inhaled the smell on his clothes until he couldn't breathe, his lungs constricted, and his eyes were in a daze.

The prelude to parting has already been staged, and it's not that I didn't expect such a day.So why is this still the case?I have already prepared in the depths of my heart, and since I am prepared, why is there such a strong emotional eruption?It's not that I won't come back.Said to be back.And said it many times.He was ashamed of himself, so vulnerable, so vulnerable, so sentimental.What if he gets hurt?What if no one is allowed to take him back like last time?Will not.impossible.That's also been said.many times.Not "saying", but promising, yes?Yes.Making a fuss out of a molehill and worrying about nothing.

He suddenly threw the clothes back into the closet and ran out the door.

He ran as hard as he could, alone.Gravel roads, forests, small wooden bridges, glades, winding trails through Shadow Village.He ran until he reached the empty main road of Zangarmarsh.

He stopped, gasping for breath on his knees.Street lamps glowed fluorescent blue through the dense moisture, illuminating the road ahead through the forest.At the end of the road is Shadowmoon Valley.Harlan raised his head and stared ahead.His heavy breathing echoed in his ears.

He stood up, took a step forward, and stopped again.

He suddenly raised his head, faced the sky and closed his eyes, feeling the pain of his fingertips pinching into his palm.

Nothing can be done.can't do it.Can not do.Nothing.

He wanted to open his mouth to shout, but no sound came out, as if someone whose vocal cords had been amputated wanted to yell out the anger that had been accumulated for too long.He had to hold his face tightly with his fingers, he needed to hold onto something and squeeze, like kneading all the features together.

My heart was shaking constantly, and my legs had no strength anymore.

He crouched down and huddled in the middle of the road.