imagine your OTP just sleeping in the same bed.

no kissing, no sex, no words.

Just the sound of their relaxed breaths and just the slight touch of their hands, feeling so warm and safe sleeping next to the one they love..

Imagine that.

Koltira and Thassarian steal away from their warships during the war on the Lich King, meeting up at a rented room in Dalaran just for the night. They both lie beside each other in the darkness, in silence, neither breathing, eyes closed to keep the icy blue glow from illuminating the room. To keep the chill out, at least for a little bit.

They lie together, unarmored. Neither can remember the last time he was unarmored, but even now their blades sit dormant in the corner of the room, waiting for the inevitable. Both know the other isn’t sleeping; neither of them can sleep, especially not now. But for just this once, it’s nice to pretend. To dream.