If I Could Tell Her

[Music Inspo]

The war in Outlands had been raging for some time. Arturus had been acting off and aloof, causing Brianithill to begin to doubt and worry. Seeing those of their homeland who had defected to the enemy had proven troublesome. When orders came that Bri and others were to head Netherstorm, her stomach twisted into knots at hearing that Arturus had been ordered to help conquer the fel riddled areas of Shadowmoon Valley. Neither were in position to argue their placements, or against the orders set before them. Arturus had been shipped out nearly immediately after receiving orders, while Brianithil had been sucked into a meeting with the other magi on how to locate where the traitorous Prince and his followers. With heavy heart and mind, Bri had trekked with the others to Cosmowrench to begin scouting and determining the Prince's plans from afar.

Bri found herself standing on the edge of the rocky abyss one night, letting the cosmic winds whip around her as she stared up at the Draenei's large hijack ships. Her mind wandering to her estranged lover, leaving her guard down as another came wandering up beside her.

"Good Evening, Magistrix." The man's voice caught her attention.

She turned her head to eye the young man standing beside her, dressed in soldier's garbs. One of the lower ranked foot soldiers that had been sent to work with her and her task force.

"Good evening." She spoke quietly, "Did you need something?"

"You seemed distracted. I thought I'd come offer a coin for your thoughts." He responded, taking off his helmet and hooking it on his belt.

"Merely worried. Just someone close to me has been acting strange.. I just-.. I'm concerned. My father has already defected to the Prince's side. I'd rather not see another." Bri brought her hands up to hug her arms.

"What reason would he have to defect?" The man inquired lightly, a small smile tugging on his lips.

She looked away, sighing a bit, "I don't know.. It's just a nagging feeling. Arturus isn't one to be open about such things."

"So it's Arturus? The one sent to Shadowmoon?" The man folded his hands behind his back, staring out at the sky.

"Yes.. Though I'm not sure how much I should speak for the subject." She gripped her arms more.

"Your worries are a bit silly, My Lady. He thinks quite highly of you. I'd doubt he'd defect while you remained here." The man said confidently.

"What makes you say that?" She peeked towards the stranger curiously.

"He talks often about you. Words of praise." He shrugged his shoulders as he closed his eyes a moment.

"About what?" She turns a bit to face the man, watching his expression with keen interest.

"He says you're amazing." He began, "Your smile is like a shining sunlight, full of warmth and welcome. He talks of how when you begin to daydream, your eyes will gleam in the candlelight and your fingers tap against your legs as if playing music."

Bri began feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, "Really?"

He nods, "He would often talk to the other rangers when off duty about you. About how pretty it was when you put streaks of blue in your hair. How elegant you looked when you danced- and how you could light up rooms with your presence."

She felt a small smile beginning to creep on her lips, "Did he say anything else?"

"Plenty. He said you always looked adorable filling out those quizzes in those Goblin Magazines." The man chuckled, causing more blush to rise to her cheeks, "But he keeps it all inside his head. What he sees, he leaves unsaid. He could never find a way to talk to you, but he'd always tell us. 'If I could tell her, how she's everything to me. But we're a million worlds apart, and I don't even know how to start. How do I tell her?'."

"Really?" She blinked in surprise.

"He says you look amazing under moonlight- be it covered in blood of enemies, or in just a late summer dress." He continued on.

"How do I know you aren't just saying these things to make me feel better?" Bri stared the man down.

"Hm.. You don't. But you can." He held up a hand, sand forming in his palm before moving to form a sphere to peek into.

There in the orb was Arturus, sitting on the edge of a planter box and looking off in a lovesick haze. The voice coming from the orb was one of familiarity to Bri yet she couldn't place it.

"Why don't you just go over and tell her?" The voice asked in an annoyed tone.

"Cause we're a million miles away. She's like the sun.. and I'm merely some blade of grass. She'd never take interest in me." Arturus sighed heavily as his shoulders slumped.

"I think you're putting her too high up on that pedestal. Honestly seems kinda bitchy to me." The voice continued onward.

"Hey! Watch your tongue!" Arturus got up and towards the viewpoint, "You don't know anything about her!"

The image faded and the sand blew away.

"Still don't believe me?" The man smirked to the woman.

She brought her hands to her chest as a smile grew on her lips, her gaze casting down as she felt the butterflies in her stomach like the first day they had met, "No. I believe you now."

"Good. So don't worry about it. He'll never leave you behind." The man remarked, moving to pluck his helmet from his waist, "Try not to stay out too late. Best not to get sick before storming the ship."

"Right. I'll be back shortly." Bri waved the man goodbye as he left.