[ It's way too early to tell Fabian to stop. But the thing is, is that Gorgug didn't have a plan to tell Fabian to stop: only one of them gets to decide that.
(That's the one with the safe word.)
But it's Fabian escape from his grasp that does wonders for Gorgug's rage more than what he says; he's allowing the annoyance to turn into ire, something stronger gnawing at itself in his body. Anger upon anger; that's the purpose here more than a rational mind from the get go, because Gorgug knows how to do that.
Still, it's not like Gorgug isn't listening. Maybe he's listening too well, because Fabian's saying he's being slow, and Gorgug knows exactly how to get faster. It's as small as tap of his heel, and suddenly--he's flying. Jumping, technically, but what difference is there when he's bolting straight at Fabian, the hand axe held thrown to the side because, apparently, hands are a better weapon for this. Whatever this is.
What it is is a lunge to knock them both to the ground, an overkill for the proximity they were both still in. There's a roll, a tumble, and it's dangerous with the blade still between them that Fabian has, but Gorgug doesn't care about safety; he wants to ride the anger coursing through him that bleeds his vision red, and let his crazed mind take over.
And it wants to grab Fabian around the shoulders, try to keep him grappled as he figures out his leg situation afterward. Don't fight it, Fabian.
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(That's the one with the safe word.)
But it's Fabian escape from his grasp that does wonders for Gorgug's rage more than what he says; he's allowing the annoyance to turn into ire, something stronger gnawing at itself in his body. Anger upon anger; that's the purpose here more than a rational mind from the get go, because Gorgug knows how to do that.
Still, it's not like Gorgug isn't listening. Maybe he's listening too well, because Fabian's saying he's being slow, and Gorgug knows exactly how to get faster. It's as small as tap of his heel, and suddenly--he's flying. Jumping, technically, but what difference is there when he's bolting straight at Fabian, the hand axe held thrown to the side because, apparently, hands are a better weapon for this. Whatever this is.
What it is is a lunge to knock them both to the ground, an overkill for the proximity they were both still in. There's a roll, a tumble, and it's dangerous with the blade still between them that Fabian has, but Gorgug doesn't care about safety; he wants to ride the anger coursing through him that bleeds his vision red, and let his crazed mind take over.
And it wants to grab Fabian around the shoulders, try to keep him grappled as he figures out his leg situation afterward. Don't fight it, Fabian.
He wants to fucking throw you. ]