Precious and Fragile Things

Title: Mourn
Fandom; Pairings: World of Warcraft; Savitry/Andor Duskmoon (OFC/OMC)
Prompt: #278 - Rapid Eye Movement
Warnings: Angst, allusions to sex, more angst, and did I mention angst?
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 969
Summary: Savitry confronts the uncomfortable truths of existence among the living.
Notes: I'm back after far, far too long. Life reared its ugly head and my muses have been difficult to rein in. I hope I'm getting my groove back now.

For the living, the word dream was synonymous with hope. Hope for the future, for love, for peace. The dead can only remember what it was to live, to have a heart beating in their chests, to feel the sun warm their skin. The dead did not dream, they mourned. In sleep, the remains of their lives were thrown in stark relief against the reality of an existence among the still living. Perhaps this, Savitry thought, was why so many of her un-dead brethren chose to forgo sleep. That it wasn’t an act vital to their continued survival was a convenient, polite excuse to quell the unease of the living around them. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t wholly true either.

Our acceptance among them is already imperiled by the very nature of our creation. We are evil, unnatural things to them, and perhaps they are right in that. Only our curious sense of self-preservation keeps us from admitting the truth: We resent the living.

( The speech replayed in her mind as it had a thousand times since her hard won freedom from Arthas. )

Poor, poor Savitry. It's not enough that she's struggling to learn how to strike a balance between her current un-life and her past life, that latter of which includes a still living husband who hasn't quite given up on his vows to love her forever. She also travels to Outland and has been given the lovely task of sifting through animal poo for items not once but twice. And then she must suffer further insult and injury by dressing like the locals:



I mean, honestly. Murkblood Avenger's Legplates are plate armor, but apparently I'm silly for thinking they ought to not look like Savitry is wearing a thigh-highs and panties. All that's missing is a garter belt. I mean, I suppose it covers the important bits, but I could make an argument for exposing the femoral artery being a really bad idea. Then again, she's already dead, so slicing an important artery is probably just a flesh wound for her. A few Death Strikes and she's good as new, right?

Savitry's official thoughts about Outland? "It sucks."

The good news is she dinged 67 today. One more level and I can drag her well-preserved carcass to Northrend.