[ Oh--oh no you don't. You don't think you can just walk off and leave like that after your just...general weirdness do you? Riful's seen him brood. Hell, she's seen him fret and be just plain livid before. And none of that is quite as unnerving as seeing him like this.
[ there's no words initially--just a look. Not one of her usual inquisitive or demeaning, or even amused ones. It's honestly...unsure. Almost bordering on concern here, because she just does not understand what's happening here. ]
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[Arthas didn't mind waiting -- he knew better than to expect Jaina to be entirely prompt, but the longer he stood about, the darker his stare got. He didn't put it passed certain folk here to lock her away from him for one reason or another
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[Despite bracing himself, he can still feel his stomach drop when he finally sets his eyes upon her. Even when she had been in Paradisa previously, the two of them had never crossed paths. And yet here she was, as if he had never gone to Northrend in the first place.
The Prince lowered his head slightly to keep his glowing blue-green eyes perpetually hidden from view. This had been a mistake, the biggest mistake. Already he could feel his muscles tightening in discomfort, fighting to resist the urge to wrap his hand around Frostmourne's hilt.
The only confirmation Jaina would get would be two words; he could not bring himself to approach her openly.]
[Koltira is fond of two things: not sleeping and wandering around. He can't help grinning, just slightly, when he spots Arthas skulking about in the shadows. Even with the hood and Frostmourne in its sheath, there's no mistaking the man who would become the Lich King. Koltira is just too familiar with him.]
[Koltira circles around him, slowly, ever so slowly.]
Tastes wonderful on your tongue, I'm sure. [pause; his tone is falsely bewildered.] Though I wonder why you would stray so far from that demon-woman's bosom to get it?
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Who IS that woman?? ]
--Arthas?
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Riful.
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That's quite the expression for a lady to be wearing.
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The Prince lowered his head slightly to keep his glowing blue-green eyes perpetually hidden from view. This had been a mistake, the biggest mistake. Already he could feel his muscles tightening in discomfort, fighting to resist the urge to wrap his hand around Frostmourne's hilt.
The only confirmation Jaina would get would be two words; he could not bring himself to approach her openly.]
Lady Proudmoore.
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Well now. Out for a jog?
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When he looks up, he appears casually surprised, a faint grin appearing on his face. If Deathweaver was going to be a smartass...]
Fresh air.
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Tastes wonderful on your tongue, I'm sure. [pause; his tone is falsely bewildered.] Though I wonder why you would stray so far from that demon-woman's bosom to get it?
Oh.
That's right.
There's another woman, now.
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That's quite the implication, Deathweaver.
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