[ Gorgug closes his eyes, when he--he thinks he hears Fabian. He does, but there's something there, something inside his head or between his ears that's making everything turn like vertigo when he tries to focus, tries to calm down the roaring that's surging through him that wants to let loose.
But he can't, he doesn't-- he doesn't want to. So Gorgug squeezes his eyes shut tightly, though his body flinches and stiffens when a sensation touches at his cheek. But there's words... there's a comfort that follows it, and Gorgug allows his body to dip down by its lead. Fabian was there. Fabian is there. He really doesn't want to end up getting spooked because of this, but he has to hope that some part of this is real right now... doesn't he?
Gorgug rasps, his breathing closer to someone who just got done running a marathon. He's working to control it, to draw it out, calm his body and to follow what he hears the words that manage to squeeze through the fog of his mind instruct him to do. Snap out of it. Snap out of it! ]
When you're...mad...
[ He mutters it under his breath, and slowly, awkwardly, he lowers his hands to reach for the ground; bumping and groping at Fabian's chest, his lips pinching and holding back on the sorry he thinks to give. The pieces of the battle sheet flutter down, and Gorgug manages to find Fabian's face with one hand--fingers touching at his chin, his lips, an unfortunate trace of dirt brushing off in the action--as the other finds the ground to rest against. He pulls away from the face, but--he's managing to bring down his pulse. Focusing on the touch that's firm on his own face, and he has to ask himself: would Fabian ever touch him like this? Is this something Fabian would do?
But Gorgug remembers, there was a time: back when he first arrived in Etraya, in the middle of a different disaster. Fabian trying to reassure him then, or making him feel better.
He opens his eyes, the red of his pupils starting to drift back into their white, natural state. And he sees there under him, the face he wanted to see; and that memory of another time still in the back of his mind. ]
You're beautiful....
[ ....or maybe not as far back as it should be, said like an acknowledgement, a puzzle piece slipping into place that maybe only Gorgug is aware of being put together.
(There's no maybe about it.)
He does sound a little upset while saying it, for what little it's worth. ]
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But he can't, he doesn't-- he doesn't want to. So Gorgug squeezes his eyes shut tightly, though his body flinches and stiffens when a sensation touches at his cheek. But there's words... there's a comfort that follows it, and Gorgug allows his body to dip down by its lead. Fabian was there. Fabian is there. He really doesn't want to end up getting spooked because of this, but he has to hope that some part of this is real right now... doesn't he?
Gorgug rasps, his breathing closer to someone who just got done running a marathon. He's working to control it, to draw it out, calm his body and to follow what he hears the words that manage to squeeze through the fog of his mind instruct him to do. Snap out of it. Snap out of it! ]
When you're...mad...
[ He mutters it under his breath, and slowly, awkwardly, he lowers his hands to reach for the ground; bumping and groping at Fabian's chest, his lips pinching and holding back on the sorry he thinks to give. The pieces of the battle sheet flutter down, and Gorgug manages to find Fabian's face with one hand--fingers touching at his chin, his lips, an unfortunate trace of dirt brushing off in the action--as the other finds the ground to rest against. He pulls away from the face, but--he's managing to bring down his pulse. Focusing on the touch that's firm on his own face, and he has to ask himself: would Fabian ever touch him like this? Is this something Fabian would do?
But Gorgug remembers, there was a time: back when he first arrived in Etraya, in the middle of a different disaster. Fabian trying to reassure him then, or making him feel better.
He opens his eyes, the red of his pupils starting to drift back into their white, natural state. And he sees there under him, the face he wanted to see; and that memory of another time still in the back of his mind. ]
You're beautiful....
[ ....or maybe not as far back as it should be, said like an acknowledgement, a puzzle piece slipping into place that maybe only Gorgug is aware of being put together.
(There's no maybe about it.)
He does sound a little upset while saying it, for what little it's worth. ]