[ The hand with the eyepatch swipes away, held out where there's no tease and possibility of grabbing in. Gorgug doesn't look in direction of Fabian's efforts or anywhere else but his face, boring down at him with his white pupils, specks of red in his otherwise black sclera.
His other hand comes down on the space of Fabian's neck and shoulder to force his body back down, and Fabian will feel a wet sensation--if he even has the attention to comprehend that against everything else right now. ]
Beg, [ Gorgug hisses, a lower tone than his usual voice is; breathing heavily above Fabian simply from the exertion of being in this rage, though each one is drawn out, each intake and exhale heard. Felt, as Gorgug cranes his head to peer down even better within Fabian's line of sight. ] Tell me you want it. Aren't you going to fight for it?
[ But that's already been answered, apparently, so Gorgug repeats, ] Then beg me.
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His other hand comes down on the space of Fabian's neck and shoulder to force his body back down, and Fabian will feel a wet sensation--if he even has the attention to comprehend that against everything else right now. ]
Beg, [ Gorgug hisses, a lower tone than his usual voice is; breathing heavily above Fabian simply from the exertion of being in this rage, though each one is drawn out, each intake and exhale heard. Felt, as Gorgug cranes his head to peer down even better within Fabian's line of sight. ] Tell me you want it. Aren't you going to fight for it?
[ But that's already been answered, apparently, so Gorgug repeats, ] Then beg me.
[ And Fabian Seacaster would never beg. ]