Warcraft, Kael’thas/Arthas, bad example
“The problem with you humans, is that you do not enjoy the finger things in life.” The cultured voice was only slightly slurred with alcohol, and Prince Arthas Menethil managed to raise his head from where it was resting on the table to blearily peer at the ruby and golden figure seated across from him. He blinked a few more times and Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider of Quel’Thalas came into focus. Somewhat. He was still rather blurred around the edges, but Arthas could easily see the delicate features that had many females swooning in the elf prince’s footsteps and a few men too if the rumors were anything to go by. Arthas sneered at that thought, and tried to shove it out of his head, but apparently the Dwarven Ale he’d been drinking had made even his thoughts difficult to grasp as that thought remained firmly lodged in the Lorderan prince’s mind.
Arthas watched as Kael’thas raised his golden goblet to his lips, tilting his head back to expose his long throat above his scarlet and gold robes as he swallowed the elven wine. Everything about the elven prince was scarlet and gold except for his eyes which seemed to glow with an emerald light. Or maybe it was just the way the light was striking his eyes. Arthas wasn’t sure.
“You are proof of this fact,” Kael’thas continued, gesturing with a graceful hand towards Arthas, and the human prince glared at him. “You are chugging down that swill as if it were water, not even tasting it as it slips past your tongue. Not a very good example for the Order of the Silver Hand, are you?”
He sneered openly at Kael’thas. “Like yer one ta talk,” he slurred, jabbing a finger in the elf’s general direction. “Jus’ ‘cause y’ can’t hold yer drink, y’ sip tha’ sweet elf wine that’s no stronger than piss.”
He was quite proud that he had managed to get that thought out only to frown when Kael’thas started laughing. It was quiet and amused, but it was still a laugh. “Perhaps, I don’t want to be intoxicated so I might enjoy my evening a bit better.”
Those green eyes turned to study Arthas even as he continued glaring at him. “Of course, you are only human. Drunk and disheveled as you are.”
That snapped his temper. With a growl, Arthas lurched to his feet and reached across the table, fisting a hand in those pristine scarlet and gold robes. Before the other could protest, he pulled him across the table and smashed their mouths together. He was tired of staring at that elven perfection. He wanted to see what Kael’thas looked like wrinkled by his human hands, and that untouchable arrogance brought down to his level.
He never wondered why a small chuckle slipped out of Kael’thas as Arthas pulled him completely over the table and into his lap.