[It was rare to rekindle that connection he had had once, especially given that aside from Jaina and Genn, now that his father was gone...Who else did he really have that truly understood him? It would have hurt too much to spurn Wrathion that way, even after what had been done during the trial of Garrosh...He simply couldn't bring himself to dislike the dragon for long. He understood in his own way why Wrathion had done it. It was his way of 'helping Azeroth', but those motivations were still foreign to him.
Needless to say, the dark look was met, once again, levelly, but. When Wrathion started to move in closer he was almost unsure what the other's intent was and that was what frightened him. It was in this moment that Anduin struggled to find words or even proper reactions, since he had believed that his former compatriot had been bluffing.]
Surely you can't just say that without first—
[His words...died in his throat. This...wasn't exactly what he had in mind when Wrathion said a demonstration. If it was power that Wrathion wanted, he certainly already had it. But...dominance...that was almost visceral in some ways.
The people walking past them seemed to slow, his gaze wide as their lips touched, warm in a way that didn't seem familiar. His mind went blank, and his body froze, unexpectedly.
His bare fingers grasped at Wrathion's wrist, the heart in his chest feeling like it was coming up his throat. This was his first kiss, naturally he felt...startled, if not entirely warm in the face. His pale cheeks were burning hotter than the forges of Ironforge, to such a degree that he grasped Wrathion's shoulder to right himself, squeezing.
What was he supposed to do...? Open his mouth or...? Just as quickly when he thought to react, he didn't say or do anything beyond move his lips clumsily against the dragon's and then...seconds later questioned why he'd even done that.]
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Needless to say, the dark look was met, once again, levelly, but. When Wrathion started to move in closer he was almost unsure what the other's intent was and that was what frightened him. It was in this moment that Anduin struggled to find words or even proper reactions, since he had believed that his former compatriot had been bluffing.]
Surely you can't just say that without first—
[His words...died in his throat. This...wasn't exactly what he had in mind when Wrathion said a demonstration. If it was power that Wrathion wanted, he certainly already had it. But...dominance...that was almost visceral in some ways.
The people walking past them seemed to slow, his gaze wide as their lips touched, warm in a way that didn't seem familiar. His mind went blank, and his body froze, unexpectedly.
His bare fingers grasped at Wrathion's wrist, the heart in his chest feeling like it was coming up his throat. This was his first kiss, naturally he felt...startled, if not entirely warm in the face. His pale cheeks were burning hotter than the forges of Ironforge, to such a degree that he grasped Wrathion's shoulder to right himself, squeezing.
What was he supposed to do...? Open his mouth or...? Just as quickly when he thought to react, he didn't say or do anything beyond move his lips clumsily against the dragon's and then...seconds later questioned why he'd even done that.]