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To say Jaina was disappointed was an understatement.
It had been three weeks since she had bumped into Sylvanas with Anduin. But for the past week when she had dropped by to the shop, Sylvanas was nowhere to be seen. She tried to not let it get to her, but really who was she kidding. She thought they had been making progress. Progress towards what exactly, she wasn’t sure. But it almost seemed like they were friends now, in a “I come by pretty much every day and you don’t treat me like other customers” kind of way yet she had no idea why Sylvanas was no longer there when she dropped by before work.
A friend would have told her that she wouldn’t be there, right? Jaina thought she was being pretty obvious that she was going to see Sylvanas first and get great coffee second.
So when she swung by that morning, she finally plucked up the courage to ask Velonara where she was.
Velonara had smirked at her as if knowing exactly why Jaina was asking after her and wondered why it had taken her so long to ask. “She’s been in meetings with Dalaran’s council all morning and prepping for an event but will be back in tomorrow.”
Rather than look like a lost puppy, she saved herself the embarrassment and didn’t ask anymore.
Prepping for an event, huh? Nothing came to mind when she thought about things that Sylvanas could be involved in with the Council and she resigned herself to asking the next day.
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It was with an anxious jitter that Jaina walked into the shop that day. All morning she wondered if Sylvanas would actually be there, or if something else would crop up and she would be away again. It settled in her stomach in a nauseating way, so much that she skipped breakfast that morning.
Thankfully when she opened the door and the bell chimed, Sylvanas was there behind the counter, giving her a huge fanged smile that she couldn’t help returning.
“I thought something bad had happened to you,” Jaina said as she stopped at the counter, only feeling a little bad about making her feel guilty.
Sylvanas laughed, the melodic sound making Jaina’s heart skip a beat. Tides, how she had missed that sound. “I’m sorry about that, I meant to tell you the morning before that I wouldn’t be here. How about a coffee on me to make up for it?”
Oh no, she actually felt bad about it. “Oh, you- you don’t have to do that,” Jaina stammered.
Sylvanas waved her off. “Nonsense, I want to,” and prepared her usual coffee to go and slid the cup across the counter.
Jaina was too busy looking at the woman’s face to realise she hadn’t let go of the cup when she reached for it. When she felt the smooth warm of her outer hand, her eyes darted down taking in the tan skin against her own alabaster and the tattoos on her forearms. This close she could make out a large orange and pink coloured phoenix on the left and a large dark cat surrounded by a forest on the right. The colours were so vivid and the lines so intricate it must have taken hours to complete them.
Too long to seem casual, an apology bubbled on her lips but before she could speak or move her hand, Sylvanas’ other hand was pressing hers onto the cup as she slipped her hand beneath away. Now she could see the three arrows on the back of her palm, the feather fletching on each coloured in blue, green and red.
The elf’s ears wilted slightly, pressing closer to her head. “I want to ask you a question,” Sylvanas started, looking to Jaina see if it was okay to continue.
Jaina’s mouth went dry, her mind a whirlpool of all the questions she could ask. All she could muster was a squeaked out, “Yes?”
“I don’t know if Vereesa said anything to you about it, but would you… like to go Dalaran Pride tomorrow?” Sylvanas asked nervously.
Sylvanas was asking her to an event.
She must have been quiet for too long as Sylvanas continued hurriedly. “Vereesa and Rhonin will be there. Alleria said she would try to get time off. You can bring Anduin, too.”
Even without the extra incentives Jaina knew her answer.
“I would love to,” she replied quietly, not trusting her voice to not overspill with eagerness.
Sylvanas blew out a sigh of relief, her ears perking up and wiggling in what Vereesa had taught her was a sign of happiness. “Great. That’s great! You can bring your own alcohol in if you drink. It starts at noon and lasts until midnight, but unfortunately I won’t be free until around three.”
“Oh, I’m sure Vereesa will do a good job of distracting me with some wine,” she laughed.
The elf flashed her a crooked grin and slipped her hand away. “I will see you tomorrow then.”
“Tomorrow,” she agreed.
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It turned out that Vereesa did a very good job of distracting her with wine.
When she had arrived at Runeweaver square to meet with Vereesa and Rhonin, she wasn’t quite prepared for the sheer number of people that were heading towards Krasus Landing. So many flags of all colours that matched the ones that were on the bunting in the coffee shop hung from buildings or from people wearing them as capes. Vereesa had been gobsmacked that she hadn’t known what any of the flags were apart from the rainbow. Not even her own pink, purple and blue one until the elf suggested she buy it. Vereesa had rolled her eyes and called her a “baby gay” which she couldn’t complain at. It was true, though she was open about being bi she hadn’t exactly immersed herself in the community.
So now she and Vereesa wore their matching flags as cloaks and Anduin sported a rainbow bandana around his neck. Really, it was hard to move anywhere with the amount of people wanting to pet him. Not that she could blame them. Pride was about love and he sure had a lot to give, happily taking scratches and head pats anytime someone wanted to meet him.
After wondering around the many various stalls selling LGBTQ+ merchandise and food with Vereesa and Rhonin, they made their way into Krasus Landing to set up on the grass near the back ready for when the large stage show set up at the large balcony overlooking the town below would start. The plaza was already packed with people, some dancing to the music playing over the speakers or others just sitting and eating the food they bought.
The three of them were already on their second glass of wine when Alleria eventually turned up with someone Jaina had never seen before. An unusually tall Quel’dorei – even compared with the marginally taller Windrunners - with the most peculiar orange eyes that seemed to radiate warmth and luscious flowing fiery hair. The two had matching face paint on their cheeks in what Jaina now knew was the lesbian flag. Turalyon really must have put her off men.
“Hey guys, the ass of the family not here yet?” Alleria teased, kissing Vereesa and Rhonin on the head and giving Jaina a wave in greeting before moving to sit on the grass with the unknown elf around their little camp.
“The parade should be turning up soon. Since Alleria is filling the position of being the ass at the moment and not introducing her girlfriend, Jaina, this is Alexstrasza,” Vereesa replied, gesturing towards the unknown woman.
Alexstrasza smiled. “Pleasure to meet you, dear.” she said, her voice smooth and comforting.
“Likewise,” she smiled and turned to Vereesa, puzzled. “Sylvanas is in the parade?”
“Oh she didn’t tell you?”
“…No.” She frowned. Surely she hadn’t just forgot to tell her that?
Vereesa shrugged. “Maybe she wanted it to be a surprise.”
The elves all turned their head towards the alleyway that would take them back into central Dalaran, their sensitive ears picking up sounds too low for Jaina and Rhonin to hear over the crowds around them.
A couple of minutes later the sound a marching band filled the area and the start of the parade began funnelling in. A large Tauren with their hair dyed a bright purple took to the stage wearing a blue, pink and white striped skater dress, their voice booming out each organisation over the speakers as they reached the end point in front of the stage.
The parade seemed to last forever and at this point Jaina’s neck was beginning to strain from trying to see over the masses of people looking for Sylvanas. Thirty minutes later and Alexstrasza was gently tapping her on the shoulder to say she could see her.
Jaina watched with rapt attention, the ache in her neck all but forgotten about as the six-person strong party entered the plaza carrying a large banner bearing the name of the coffee shop. She fleetingly noticed that Velonara and Anya was there along with three others she didn’t know the name of from the shop, but they were forgotten once she saw Sylvanas.
She looked amazing as always, her long platinum hair swaying in the soft wind. Dressed in her signature look of ripped black loose-fitting black jeans and a dark blue and black plaid button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. But it was her expression. She just looked so carefree and happy in that moment. She appeared for the most part to be happy around Jaina, but this was just on another level. Jaina could understand that. The atmosphere around them was infectious.
“And here we have members of Welcome, the first fully inclusive not-for-profit coffee shop right here in Dalaran! All their profits directly fund the services for LGBTQ+ people or those questioning their sexuality or gender that need help in a safe and welcoming environment. Sylvanas Windrunner, the head of this amazing charity has agreed to say a few words for us today.”
All Jaina could do was watch in wonder as she waved goodbye to the shop members and climbed on the stage, looking comfortable stood in front of so many people that Jaina thought must have been from years of military training.
She had never heard Sylvanas sound so commanding as she addressed the crowd that was listening to her raptly. “I hope everyone is having a good pride so far! I just wanted to thank the people of Dalaran and all of those from elsewhere who have taken the time to visit our little shop and helped us fund things like today and the services we provide. If you feel like you can’t express yourself on a normal day, then today I want you all to be yourselves. And to all the straight allies here today, we see you and we love you too. Happy pride!”
The crowd cheered and as Sylvanas left the stage, it was as if a spell was broken and the first band started up. Some sort of pop-punk cover band that Jaina vaguely thought sounded familiar. She was sure her face was a sight to be seen as she stared in the general direction of where Sylvanas would be coming from to meet them, her mouth agape in quiet surprise.
In that moment, the coloured flags in the shop held more importance. They weren’t just there to say they welcomed LGBTQ+ people. They were there because she supported and fought for every flag on it. Sylvanas wasn’t just friendly because she had to be to customers or because Jaina was her sisters’ friend. She was just a genuinely nice person with a big heart and was amazingly beautiful to boot.
Tides, how could she have been so oblivious? It had a damned rainbow coloured sign outside.
And then Sylvanas appeared in front of her, looking oddly nervous for someone that had just addressed thousands of people, with tense shoulders and drooped ears as if what had transpired was something Jaina would react badly to.
“Hey, Jaina.”
“Hey,” she breathed, snapping out of the daze she was in to beam at the elf.
Sylvanas seemed to deflate at that, the tension leaving her with the air she breathed out, her ears straightening and giving a miniscule wiggle and matching Jaina’s smile.
Anduin, who had been quietly laying on the grass while people weren’t paying him attention noticed the new arrival and immediately started sniffing at Sylvanas’ legs excitedly.
Sylvanas crouched down in front of him and began scratching behind his ears. “Hey to you too, buddy! Loving the bandana.”
Jaina looked on warmly. “I didn’t know your profits went to charity! I feel bad for accepting those freebies.”
Sylvanas waved her off. “Nonsense, they were my treat.”
While it was no secret to her that the Windrunners had money, it didn’t mean she was comfortable receiving gifts while not giving them back. Just as Jaina began to blush, a tipsy Vereesa danced over and pushed Sylvanas over on her ass, shoving a bottle of Dalaran Red in her hand before dragging Jaina down to the grass with her.
“Shit, I should of give you the bottle first Jaina, you’re looking a little thirsty there,” Vereesa laughed, swinging her arm around the human’s shoulder and kissing her cheek, flustering Jaina further.
“Don’t tease, Vereesa” Alleria chuckled.
“But I don’t get to do it as much since we moved out! We’re going on a night out after this so pace yourselves, everyone!” Vereesa shouted, snatching the quarter full wine from Sylvanas and downing the rest while Sylvanas scowled at her.
“Honey, I’m sure you’ll be in bed by nine if you keep going like you are,” Rhonin quipped.
An hour later, of just chatting between themselves and listening to the bands that came on they were all well on their way to being merry and Jaina couldn’t ignore her stomachs incessant rumbling any longer. She got to her feet, to her credit only slightly stumbling and stretched. “Hey, I’m going for food. Anyone else coming?” she asked the group.
She looked to Vereesa first, knowing she wouldn’t be moving from where her head rested in Rhonin’s lap. A “tactical nap” she had called it so she could stay out later. The poor man was going to have a questionable wet patch on his trousers from the woman’s dribbling. Rhonin sensing he wouldn’t be moving shook his head. “I would appreciate a bottle of water and some fries if possible,” he said.
Jaina nodded and turned towards Alleria and Alexstrasza who seemed to be too busy eating each other’s face than responding. Jaina rolled her eyes and quickly averted her gaze to Sylvanas.
A Sylvanas that at some point had undone the few top buttons of her shirt revealing collarbones that Jaina found particularly distracting. Collarbones that showed just a fraction of dark ink that disappeared under her collar.
“I’ll go with you,” Sylvanas smiled, seemingly oblivious to Jaina’s staring and stood smoothly with all her elven elegance from the grass, gesturing for Jaina to take the lead.
Together they walked through the busy streets for a Kul Tiran vendor that Jaina had seen earlier. It had been a long time since she had had food from her homeland. During the summers she wouldn’t bother going home, happy to spend the time off researching for the next year and hanging out with Vereesa. Surprisingly, Sylvanas bought the same as her, steak and potatoes with blood sausage, citing that she had never sampled Kul Tiran food before to Jaina’s mock horror.
As Sylvanas lifted her fork and popped a piece of food in her mouth, Jaina noticed a wristband she was wearing. “Oh hey, what’s that flag for?” Jaina asked, gesturing to a yellow, white, purple and black band on her wrist.
She instantly regretted asking when Sylvanas swallowed hard and tensed up. “That’s the non-binary flag.”
“Hey, I’m sorry if I offended you, I’m only just learning what all the flags and definitions are and I don’t know that one.”
Sylvanas nodded and though the tension in her body eased, her voice still sounded hard. “Its fine, I’m happy to answer anything you want.”
Will you go out with me? She mentally asked then internally facepalmed at her own stupidity.
“It means I don’t conform to what people would say is male or female.” She continued. “Non-binary includes a whole spectrum of identities. I am fluid. Which is why I prefer to look androgynous.”
Well that made sense. Sylvanas did seem to have a more masculine appearance, which she loved. Fuck did she love it. Androgyny had never looked so hot to her. But she loved more that Sylvanas was out here being herself. While other sexualities were being more openly accepted, people seemed to still be in the dark ages with gender. Jaina couldn’t imagine what it must be like having the body of one gender and not feeling entirely at home with it without other people being judgemental arseholes. “What is that like to live with?”
“Hard, at first. It’s easier when your friends and family are accepting. Well… most of them anyway,” her voice soured. The reaction itself said enough to Jaina on the subject. That her road to being herself wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows.
This new information didn’t put her off one bit. It didn’t matter to Jaina what was under her clothes. It didn’t matter that Sylvanas didn’t always feel like a woman. She was just a person that did good things for people, who seemed to like it when Jaina blushed and made her great coffee.
Wait.
She? They?
Sylvanas couldn’t hear her thoughts, but was she unintentionally being rude by not thinking in genderless pronouns?
“I know that feeling.” Jaina said solemnly. Oh, she knew it well. The decision to attend Dalaran University and not Boralus was only partly due to it having a better Physics programme. “If you’re non-binary, does that mean you use different pronouns? I hope I haven’t been offending you.”
Sylvanas shook her head. “Everyone differs with what they want to use. I personally accept anything so don’t worry about it. He, she, they. They all describe me so knock yourself out.”
Jaina released a breath she hadn’t noticed she was holding. Thank fuck she hadn’t been insulting her.
“I think those other stories are better to be left for another time, if you would like to talk about it. Today is a day to be happy queers in public.” Sylvanas said, scooping up more food.
“Only if you’re comfortable with it. I would like to know you better.”
Sylvanas smiled down at her. “I would like to know you better too, Jaina.” They began to walk back towards the stage area, grabbing some water and fries on the way. “So, how did you know you weren’t straight?” she asked nonchalantly.
“Thought your sister was pretty hot when I moved in with her,” Jaina said casually, eyeing Sylvanas out the corner of her eye as her eyes seemed to bulge out of her head with how wide they were. Jaina snorted. “Kidding. I started noticing that I thought girls were pretty cute in high school. Knew for definite in fresher’s week at uni. Spent the night with a Kaldorei lass.”
“From your blush I assume it was a good night?”
Jaina could only assume it was the Dutch courage running through her blood that made her stare slyly at Sylvanas with a smirk. “Best I’ve had so far. Not that I have much to compare.” She added on as an afterthought.
Sylvanas coughed and didn’t look Jaina in the eye though she could see the pink on the tips of her ears. “I assume you’re not in a relationship now then?”
She wanted to know if Jaina was in a relationship. It could have been a leading or innocent question she supposed. The alcohol must have been killing her brain cells because they instantly decided it was leading, disappointment be damned. “Single two years. I don’t get out enough to meet people and I doubt they would understand my head being in books all the time.”
“Sounds like you just need someone to understand your heavy work ethic,” Sylvanas bumped her shoulder with her own and winked in what Jaina thought was reference to their previous conversation.
That could be classed as flirting, right?
“If only.” she settled on in response. She was worried anything else would give away just how much that sentence was replaying in her head and making that lone brain cell do backflips.
Soon, they had reached the group, Sylvanas going to sit back in her spot while Jaina handed Rhonin his fries and water, keeping a bottle for herself. Jaina then sat beside Sylvanas, feeling bold enough to be close enough to touch shoulders. She didn’t dare look the elf in the eye as she tipped some of the water from the bottle into her palm for Anduin to drink from.
While he drank, Sylvanas positioned him so she could stroke his back, fingers tangling in his fur. After a few handfuls Jaina coaxed him into laying down, his head in her lap much like Rhonin with Vereesa.
“If we do end up going out later, what are we going to do with this guy?” Sylvanas asked, scratching Anduin’s lower back so that his tail began beating against her legs happily.
“I can go drop him off home, give him his dinner and meet you all there?”
“Just say the word I’ll go with you.”
“Oh, it’s no bother I can go by myself if you want to go with the group.”
“I would rather you be safe, Jaina. The club will still be there afterwards. Speaking of.” She paused and pulled a hipflask out of her back pocket and offered it to the human. “Rum? Sorry it’s a bit warm but it’s better than that piss my sister calls wine.”
Jaina took the offered hipflask and swiftly took a mouthful, face screwing up at the taste but thankfully she was able to swallow it without almost spitting it everywhere. She was sure her brothers would be taking the piss out of her right now. Hardly living up to the Kul Tiran stereotype of heavy drinking sailors.
“Only if you’re sure.”
“Positive. My mother would string me up from the gates of Silvermoon if I didn’t.”
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Jaina was glad she had taken Sylvanas up on the offer.
She hadn’t even thought about the state her house was in when she accepted on the off chance that Sylvanas went inside. Thankfully, Jaina was a little too drunk to even care at that point as they walked towards her house, a much more sober Sylvanas holding Anduin’s lead and allowing Jaina to link arms with her.
Purely for stability in her inebriated state, of course.
When they reached the house, Jaina fished out her keys from her jeans and handed them to the elf, not even bothering to attempt it herself. As soon as they were inside, Jaina headed straight for her sofa and sat with her head leant over the back of it. Absentmindedly she heard Sylvanas laugh lightly and the sound of water running in the kitchen.
It felt like an age between then and a warm calloused hand cupping the back of her neck to bring her head forward with words of encouragement to drink from the glass positioned at her lips. Normally she would have taken offense at being babied. She wouldn’t even let Vereesa do it after a heavy night of wine drinking and binge-watching Netflix. But that hand felt way too good against her skin and the water was nice and refreshing.
“Are you sure you still want to go out?” Sylvanas asked, lightly pushing the human’s white and blonde hair from her face.
Jaina nodded, the hair falling back into her face again. She hadn’t even realised it had fallen out of its normal braid. “Yeah, I just… Need a minute.”
Sylvanas laughed and pushed the hair away again. “I saw some bread in your kitchen, would you like some toast?”
Jaina practically salivated at the thought. “Oh god, yes please,” she moaned, realising after that probably sounded worse than how she meant it.
And then the hand on her neck disappointingly slipped away along with the pleasant scent of Sylvanas’ cologne that she took way too long to recognise.
As much as she wanted to go out and spend a rare night out with her friends, she had to admit it probably wasn’t the best idea. The sofa was feeling way too comfy and her eyelids too heavy. This was her chance to spend time with Sylvanas. Actual time with her. Alone. Not just a few fleeting minutes at the shop where she had to be professional and here she was, hanging out of her arse wasting the opportunity.
The sofa dipped next to her and the scent of toast hit her. She blindly grabbed for the plate and began eating the buttery goodness, savouring the taste.
“I think.” She said around the food in her mouth. “That I should stay here. Alcohol always makes me tired.”
“I think that would be a wise decision,” Sylvanas chuckled, throwing her arms over the back of the sofa.
For the moment, she ignored her in favour of satiating the growling of her stomach and devoured the two slices that been the light golden she liked best. She placed her plate on the coffee table after she finished and finally looked back at Sylvanas. She bit her lip at the sight. It would be so easy to just lean back and into her side. A side that she knew would be warm and sturdy.
Sylvanas noticed her staring, her eyes sparkling in a way that Jaina couldn’t decipher. The glow from her eyes was so vibrant in the dark she wasn’t sure if it was her mind making it up, but she was sure she could see small crackles of arcane just like the portals she studied. That paired with the soft smile coming her way made up her mind.
Slowly, so that Sylvanas had the option to move if she wasn’t comfortable, she slid back and rested her head in the crook of her neck, her lips so dangerously close to her skin. As she breathed out, she felt Sylvanas tremble before the arm behind her curled around her and landed on her arm, trailing light patterns on her skin with calloused fingertips.
“Don’t let me keep you from going out.” Jaina whispered. Despite her words she snuggled in closer and hesitantly put an arm over the elf’s waist. It was taking all her fragile self-control not to press her lips against her skin. To see if a kiss or bite against the hollow of her throat made her shiver again. While the atmosphere certainly felt more than just a friend passing out on a friend, they were both drunk. Jaina wanted to be sober if anything happened, lest it be nothing more than a drunken mistake for Sylvanas.
That’s if she even wanted it in the first place.
Sylvanas’ voice sounded strained when she replied. “I don’t need to see my sisters dancing seductively more than I unfortunately already have.”
Despite her better judgment Jaina replied with “I could dance for you if you’d like.”
Jaina heard Sylvanas’ breath hitch. “Maybe next time, hmm?” Sylvanas replied after a moments silence.
Well.
That wasn’t the no she was expecting.
If earlier was potential flirting, this surely had to be. She grinned and closed her eyes, unable to keep them open any longer.
“Next time.” She confirmed.
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Jaina wanted to dance for her.
Not just a dance.
A dance dance.
Now that was a thought to keep her company while Jaina slept on her. The human was snoring away softly and from what Sylvanas could feel, dribbling onto the skin above her shirt.
Perhaps it was the alcohol that had loosened her lips earlier. Or maybe it was that she found herself wanting to be so open with this woman. It didn’t matter the reason. Jaina was okay with her. She didn’t act any different after telling her. She still wanted to be whatever they were. And wanted to dance for her.
Truth be told she wasn’t holding her breath on the latter part, but sentiment was nice all the same.
She was in two minds as to what to do. On one hand she was very comfortable where she was, committing to memory the feel of the soft skin she traced, the hot puffs of air against her own and the sheer warmth radiating from the human.
It felt like forever since she had felt something like this and yet it could have been just a fleeting moment. Maybe Jaina was only doing this because she was drunk. She certainly seemed to have more confidence than the usual endearing blushing mess she usually was.
Would it be awkward if she stayed the night where she was?
Or would it better to put the human in bed and leave?
At least if she left now there would be no awkward goodbye. She would just internalise the sadness and go before she could mess things up then hope Jaina turned up at the shop on Monday as usual. Hiding it was just second nature at this point.
She sighed and cupped her free arm under the human’s knees and in one fluid motion as to not jostle her, stood with her securely against her chest. Human’s were built bigger than elves, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle as she ascended the stairs with Jaina in her arms.
Gently nudging the door open, she smiled fondly at the number of books and papers scattered over the floor. Truly a workaholics room. She was sure that Jaina would be horrified at her seeing this, but it didn’t bother her. With one hand she pulled back the sheets and laid Jaina down on the bed. She had to pry away fingers that had tangled in her shirt which she did with a heavy heart before untying and pulling off the woman’s sneakers then pulling the duvet over her.
Against better judgement she allowed herself to truly look at Jaina before leaving. Her hair was fanned out over the pillow and the stream of moonlight coming from the window was basking half of her face in a white glow. She looked so beautiful even with her mouth hanging open.
A thought popped into her head and she fished a random piece of paper and a pen off the floor. She scribbled her number down with a little note and placed the stationary on the bedside cabinet for her to see in the morning.
Before she could regret the decision, she descended the stairs and checked that Anduin was still laid on the cool kitchen tiles where he had followed her earlier and let herself out the door, thankful it was an automatic lock.
That night after texting Vereesa to tell them they weren’t going to be joining them, she laid in bed hugging her shirt close.
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Tides, her head hadn’t hurt this much since the first time she had gone out partying and vastly overestimated her tolerance at the start of university.
She had no idea how she had ended up in bed, but she was glad she didn’t have to add aching from bad sleep positions to the list of things that hurt. A quick check told her that her clothes were still on, but her shoes were untied and positioned neatly on the floor. She remembered Sylvanas walking her home and eating toast. Then how she had hugged her on the sofa. Past that was a haze.
Slowly sitting upright as to not move her head too suddenly, she looked over at her nightstand to see a note written in the prettiest handwriting she had ever seen, the letters looping and elegant. As she read it, her heart skipped a beat. Then began hammering at full speed.
I carried you up here, I hope that is alright.
Here’s my number if you want to hang out at some point
See you at the shop Monday
Sylvanas had given Jaina her phone number.
Jaina frantically felt her pockets, thanking the Tidemother that her phone was still there. She for now ignored the multiple video messages from Vereesa and input the number as a contact straight away then stared at the blank message.
What the fuck could she text that sounded super casual? Her mind was lingering on the thought that Sylvanas had carried her up to bed. Sylvanas might have been taller than her and admittedly strong, but Jaina wasn’t exactly the lightest. Of course, she couldn’t have just woken up for that part.
Biting the bullet, she tapped out a response and sent it without stressing too much over it.
Hey Sylvanas, it’s Jaina. I’d like to take you up on that offer.
Not twenty seconds later her phone buzzed with a message from Sylvanas. Had she been waiting on her to message?
When she opened her phone, she almost dropped it.
Hey Jaina. What are you up to next weekend?