Blade Dance

Harlan was having trouble breathing.Roy hugged too tightly.

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Then Roy suddenly pulled his arm away, and pulled the quilt from the side to cover him.He sat up gently, and looked around in the quiet darkness.

Harlan watched him jump out of bed.

"The bathroom is in—"

Roy walked out of the room quickly, and disappeared into the darkness before he could finish speaking.

The late night wind penetrated into the somewhat stuffy room, blowing away the smell of desire, and rolled up a coolness on the sweat-drenched body.Harlan felt the pain, but couldn't tell where it came from.Soon, Roy returned to the room, holding a small wooden box in his hand.Harlan sat up and watched him approach, casting a puzzled look at the wooden box.It was a military first aid kit with the logo of the garrison coalition on it.Roy went back into bed and sat down beside him.It wasn't until he carefully removed the bandage on Harlan's left shoulder, causing a burst of unbearable soreness, that Harlan realized that the wound there was oozing fresh blood, which was the main cause of the pain.He laughed, relaxed his body and let Roy clean up the wound there.There was a moment of silence, and after a while he couldn't help laughing again.

"What are you laughing at?" Roy asked.

"Are you angry?"

"I regret it."

"It's sad to say that."

"not because of--"

"It's fine if I don't regret it."

Roy looked up at him, and Harlan smiled charmingly, turning his eyes, motioning him to continue moving.Roy quickly wiped the injured area clean and put on a new and clean bandage.He packed his tools and put the first aid kit on the floor at the foot of the bed.The exhaustion after the carnival welled up.He moved to Harlan's right and lay on the bed next to his skin.His breathing has stabilized, and his heart is still pounding against his chest.The body is tired, but the mind is clear.

"I think I'm done."

Harlan's voice was unexpectedly hoarse with laziness and tiredness.

"Me too."

He smiled lowly.

"There is a feeling of falling into the dark swamp lake."

Roy looked at him sideways: "What?"

Harlan also turned his head to look at him, his blue eyes showing an eagerness and fascination that he had never felt before.

"Dark Marsh Lake in Zangar Marsh, you should be familiar with it. The water surface is calm and calm, reflecting the entire starry sky. Every time I pass by the lake, I will stare at the center of the lake for a long time, imagining how I fell into it. Not affected Controlled, helpless, don’t know what kind of ending you are falling to, but the starry sky is at your feet. What do you think? This opportunity to be infinitely close to beauty may only come once in a lifetime.”

Roy stared into his eyes, then suddenly moved closer to him, kissing his lips.The tip of the tongue wandered between the lips and teeth, without going deep, just soothing the soft lips carefully.

He backed away a little and ran his fingers over Harlan's cheek.

"Next time, I might actually throw you into it and let you experience it for yourself." He showed a sly smile, "Then I will fall with you in order to catch up with you."

Harlan straightened up, rolled over and put Roy on the bottom.Limbs rubbed against each other, generating new enthusiasm.But he just put his hands on Roy's sides and stared at his face in the dim light.

He remembered how embarrassed and vulnerable he was when he first saw Roy, without any protection or cover, so he was able to peek into his heart and see some emotions that were not easily revealed.And for a long time afterwards, he couldn't do that anymore.Because of the long silence, the indifferent expression, and the cloth belt that tightly bound his eyes.

At this moment, Roy smiled and looked at him.Every inch of skin and every line of the face shows affection without reservation.

The feelings that I thought could be escaped piled up like snow, and finally collapsed with a light touch, obliterating all previous efforts.This is something that no one in the past life could do.Hope and despair, calm and frenzy, peak and abyss, joy and pain, have been closely linked with another person since I don't know when.This feeling is intoxicating and terrifying.

Roy lay between Harlan's arms, feeling the complex look in those blue eyes.

There is nothing cold and strange, he no longer avoids such rampant sight, and even opens the door for it, allowing it to enter the deepest part of his heart.

He never believed in fate.But if he was not seriously injured and gave up on the evacuation in Zangar Marsh, if Harlan hadn't become the commander and led the army to fight, if he had been killed by the Abyss Lord before the garrison coalition forces arrived, if he hadn't met Harlan by chance before all that, then at this moment where will they beDo you also look at each other without barriers like now, accept each other, and pour yourself into yourself.

It's a coincidence.Not a coincidence.It's like tearing off the petals to decide whether you are loved or not.Destiny exists.Destiny does not exist.

"Is it okay? I won't go back to the Illidari." Harlan asked suddenly.

Roy stared at him, the corners of his mouth raised.

"'Live well'."

"what?"

"Miss Terraris' Proverbs."

Harlan froze for a moment, then laughed.

"It's brave."

"If not, how could I become a demon hunter?"

Roy put away his smile and looked at him.

"We're a good fit."

"Maybe. We are very suitable for each other, but not suitable for this era."

Harlan swayed, shifting his weight to his right arm.

"Don't say that. People with cross-eyed eyes will always fall in love no matter when, where and in what situation they meet."

"In love?" Harlan laughed. "Is that why you like me, Roy?"

Roy was stunned for a moment, but didn't answer immediately, as if he was stumped by the profound and complicated question.But he looked at Harlan intently, and answered quickly, as if his face were the answer.

"No," he said, "infatuation, admiration, worship, and more."

Harlan smiled again.Worship above what?

"Can you?" Roy said.

"what?"

"I'll stay."

Roy stared into Harlan's eyes.

Harlan smiled.

"Do you have any insecurities?"

"Why is there?"

"Because you gave yourself to me."

"Yes."

"It's very different from the past two decades."

"You were betrayed," Harlan reminded.

Roy looked at the ceiling above him, seemingly remembering.Harlan watched his reaction, every little expression and movement.Was it stung?He didn't want to hurt Roy, but some things had to be made clear.

"Yes," Roy said after a moment, still staring at the ceiling, "it felt like hanging from the edge of a cliff, and the person holding me on it suddenly let go, and I started to fall, fall."

He looked at Harlan.

"It ended up falling into your arms."

Harlan couldn't help laughing.

"Don't be too talkative, it will make me feel that you are less sincere."

Roy raised the corners of his mouth and raised his hands to support his waist.

"Joanna would be crazy to hear you call her 'Miss,'" Harlan said.

Roy froze for a moment, showing a confused expression.

"What do you mean? She's not your sister...or sister?"

Harlan laughed.He straightened up, knelt on Roy's lap, condescending, without hiding his expression.Roy cast a puzzled look at him, and tried to sit up on the bed, but was pushed back on the bed by Harlan.Then Harlan himself turned over and lay down, spread Roy's arms, and rested his head on his arms as a matter of course.

The smooth hair rubbed against the skin, and Roy couldn't help stretching out his right hand, wrapping a strand of silver hair around his fingertips.

"She's my foster mother," Harlan said.His voice was like a trickling river running through the forest.

"At the age of ten—it seems to be ten—my hometown was raided by the Legion. Everyone died, but I survived. Those who wanted to escape, or could have escaped successfully, were running out When I was on the border, I was taken in by the Legion's twisted portal. When I woke up, I was already in Terokkar Forest. Joanna found me at that time and took me back.

"I... don't know if I forgot it intentionally or unintentionally. I only realized my 'special' not long ago. Well," he glanced at Roy, who hesitated to speak, "I know what you want to ask .I think people just subconsciously believe that the high elves couldn't have appeared in Outland. So... growing up, I was regarded as a special-looking blood elf at most. Now that I think about it, the disaster in my hometown may also be caused by this."

"Is this why you were appointed as the commander of the garrison coalition?"

"I think so."

Harlan stared intently at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.Roy held his hand, feeling his fingertips cool.He took Harlan's hand in his palm, squeezing his knuckles playfully.He liked Harlan's hands very much, they were beautiful, and he had liked them from the first moment he saw them.Haran was then holding his horn-hilted dagger, and was pulling back the hide of the beast.Roy turned and hugged Harlan sideways, resting his chin on top of his head.Harlan froze for a moment, and then felt a burst of warmth enveloping his entire body and mind.

"However, high elves have outstanding appearance."

Roy's voice came from above.

"That's about all I know about this group."

Harlan laughed again, his body trembling slightly in Roy's arms.

"No promise."

Then came a tighter hug.

He pushed Roy lightly, struggled a little, and Roy's arm loosened a bit.Harlan moved his body down until his ear was close to Roy's heart.Fingers caressed lightly on his chest.

"what happened?"

A living heart beats regularly, which is the rhythm of life.The beatings passed into the ears, and seemed to be further transmitted to his blood, and penetrated deep into the viscera, driving his own heartbeat to produce a unified frequency.

Harlan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Heartbeat. I want to hear your heartbeat."