The prompt: Write about Valentine's Day without mentioning these words: Valentine's Day, Cupid, love, roses, flowers, hearts, February
- Prompt #65, Creative Writing Prompts

What Arienne had discovered was this: the sickness that had spread throughout Azeroth was the doing of a single man. She didn't want to know what he'd put in his perfume to make the stalwart soldiers of the Horde weak in the knees. Nor did she want to admit that perhaps, for a moment, she'd fallen under it's spell.

"Put this on," the orcish windrider said, handing her a familiar violet-and-green tabard, then tossing one to Damien. Arienne obediently stripped out of her guild tabard and pulled on the Illidari standard. Aside from the lingering scent of felfire, Arienne didn't seem to notice any change. She gave the windrider a skeptical look, but he lifted a hand to point over her shoulder at the Forsaken warrior. Only that when she turned she was greeted by a trim, muscular sin'dorei. Arienne could only stop and stare for a long few moments, the sound of beating wings alerting her to the departure of their Kor'kron commander. Beauty ran deep in the Duskwhisper line, she decided.
"Let's get to work," Arienne said, trying to shake herself out of it. The pair of them strode across the tainted soil of the Eclipsion fields, toward the settlement of giants there. It was their mission to sunder the alliance between the Illidari blood elves and these colossi, and the easiest way -- in Orcish eyes -- was to slaughter them while in disguise. Arienne couldn't say she disagreed. Maybe the giants would even retaliate against Eclipse Point.
The colossi seemed as nothing before the blood knight now, too used to trying her steel against the lieutenants of Kael'thas himself. It meant Arienne had time to steal glances at the disguised warrior, his silken coal-black hair and kind face a direct counterpoint to the Damien she was used to seeing. His movements were halting at first, as if the body were unfamiliar to him, but in time they became more fluid. More Thalassian, more like his brother's. It was only then that she noticed the fields were quiet, its inhabitants strewn across the soil as so many boulders.
He turned to look at her, and Arienne was shocked by what she saw in his eyes. She held his gaze for only a moment, then broke it, whistling for Shekinah.
"Let's get the fel out of here," she said in Orcish, then added, in Thalassian, "before I start to like you."