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[ There's so much going on right now, that it would be a sensory overload for Gorgug, if he wasn't already dealing with his hurting hands.

He doesn't want to deal with Fabian's shouting, especially when it moves so closely to his ears; he just wants to pretend he's doing a good job healing up his hands, except that's up for debate. The wound at least isn't drawing too much new blood, the work on it slow with Gorgug's lack of concentration. And that's before he does open his eyes, slowly answering, ] I'm fine...

[ Said, like the most pitiful way to announce you're fine. And that's before he sees the bite mark that's a soft bloom of colour against the tan of Fabian's skin. Gorgug eyes it briefly, a mix of emotions battling it out in already his overstimulated brain (how it felt to have his teeth dug in there, sucking against the skin, the sounds that Fabian made so close to his ear) before he has to tear his gaze away. ]

I'm sorry, [ he says, even more pitiful than the last time he spoke up. This is his state. This is his burden. ] I bit you, I didn't mean-- you spat at me!

[ It sounds like blame, when in truth, he's just reaching for things to say, to explain himself that isn't the lie, I didn't mean it. But he's continuing his whine, even though it means he isn't doing well on focusing on his healing: ] I was weird...

[ whiiiiiiiiiiiiineeee. ]

[ You know what a very easy way is to not have to think about how weird you were feeling about a bro biting you a moment ago?

By said bro not being attractive at all in this moment. It means Fabian can think about all of this later, when he's by himself, but he doesn't really have to contend with the complicated thoughts on all of it in this moment. Not while he's very much busy having to deal with a whining bro. ]

Dude, that was just your rage!

[ Yeah. That was it, right?

So there's no need to think about this. About any of it. The way his shoulder feels so incredibly sore whenever he moves a little bit isn't something he has to think all that deeply about, because it was just a case of rage getting a little bit out of hand. Clearly there's nothing else going on here. There's never been. ]

I'm not mad at you! [ In case that wasn't obvious yet. Fabian thought it was pretty obvious, but-- who knows? ] It's fine, it was just a bite!

[ W-What's a little bite between bros, right, h-haha--

It probably doesn't help that Fabian still hasn't moved out of Gorgug's personal space while the poor guy is just trying to focus on healing his hands.. ]

[ No part of this is helping Gorgug's hands get healed.

Sometimes, his rages can influence his emotions after the fact; it's like getting punched emotionally after holding onto a steel hard violence for the entirety of the fight, and he's definitely shed a few tears after a battle that's gone on for too long. This isn't that, but next to his skull feeling like it's collecting cotton buds up there and pain that's stinging non-stop now with his hands, he wouldn't mind a small cry. That's got nothing to do with gaping hand wounds specifically, right??

Gorgug does sniffle, nodding his head furiously to focus, or just...trying to find control of himself, of the situation. ]

Okay, okay... it was just the rage... it's okay...

[ He's breathing, just trying to breathe, when he knows right now he won't be able to muster up the concentration he needs to keep the spell working on his hands. But he does sense Fabian too close, and opens his eyes again just so he can say: ]

Can you-- gimme some room? I can't think...

[ Bro, he just needs to...calm... from his not rage. His overstimulation come down. Bro. ]

[ At least Fabian does seem to listen to the other. When Gorgug asks for some space, Fabian starts backing up - though he looks weirdly reluctant about it for some reason. A reason he doesn't seem to be offering up with words. Instead he's just moving back until he's sitting on the ground, rather than leaning all over the other.

He groans, like he's only now fully realizing just how sore he's feeling, fingers moving to feel along the spot where Gorgug bit him, still feeling the indentations of the other's tusks in his skin.

(God, it's like he can almost imagine Gorgug over him again-- he quickly pulls his fingers away from it, not minding the bit of blood that sticks to his fingertips.)

To try and not focus too hard on that, he instead just looks over in Gorgug's direction to see if the other has managed to heal himself already. I-It's fine, he can just focus on making sure his friend is alright - maybe he should call a healer if Gorgug can't manage it by himself? - and not think about anything else.

Because there's nothing to think about.

Obviously. ]

[ The space helps. It doesn't immediately settle his mind or ease his nerves, but it gives some leeway into Gorgug working on the spell. The pain of his hands is still a large reason for that, a distraction that he has to force himself to work over--and it's not like Gorgug doesn't deal with bigger distractions in battles. Real battles, that aren't to do with spars or experiments with a friend he trusts.

But it's probably because this isn't as serious that it makes Gorgug's work slower. Still, the wounds on either palm are beginning to stitch together, muscle closing in, blood no longer having reason to spill. It's tender, and the ache continues to remind Gorgug of where the cuts are without looking, but it's a softer sort than what it started off as; it's an ache that's half-phantom when he finally looks at his hands again and carefully flexes his fingers.

It's not a perfect job, and he winces in the action, but it's bearable for the time being. A reminder that Fandragnor is no joke, and he'll have to think twice before he picks back up his axe from wherever he threw it earlier.

But Gorgug's not thinking about his axe. If it's a thought, it's one that flutters away as he looks over at Fabian, and-- does just that. His eyes fall to where the bite mark sits, or where he can guess fairly well its place underneath Fabian's tank top, and his stomach does a flip that he doesn't know the emotion for. Or, that he thinks he doesn't want to know; because he returns his focus back onto Fabian's face, his lips parted slightly, and he's struggling. He's torn.

He wants to know if he can see anything that would give away that Fabian felt what he did too--that Gorgug wasn't the only one, and that it was okay, it was--mutual. But he doesn't know that he wants to be found out, like the question of what he felt is plastered on his expression, clear as day, and he can be read despite being the only one who sunk into a different kind of state of mind when Fabian moaned with his lips on his skin.

That Fabian will see something he doesn't like, and Gorgug... he doesn't want to put that on his friend. They're friends. He should be acting like a friend.

So he diverts back to his hands again, a familiar excuse. ]

...This is the best I can do, [ he says. ] I-- I think I can still spar, but I might need a while to let my hands heal more. Can we continue later?

[ A beat. ] We don't have to do that again.

[ Well.

That easily settles it. The thing Fabian was talking about, anyway. Gorgug is not saying a thing about what happened between the two of them just now, and Fabian is pretty sure it's got nothing to do with the other not remembering what just happened because of his rage.

It's more just that it wasn't a big deal to begin with, right? Gorgug just did that because he was in a rage, and if the other seems a touch embarrassed at all, it's probably just about the rage taking him over to this extent. Whatever weird feeling Fabian had for a moment-- it's nothing. It doesn't matter.

So he breathes in, breathes out, and puts it out of his mind for a moment. If it doesn't matter, he shouldn't allow it to linger, and Fabian jumps right back up onto his feet despite his aching and protesting body. ]

Are you kidding me? Come on, Gorgug, the spar is the last thing you should think about when you're hurt! [ Or, you know, half-healed. What kind of guy would it make Fabian if he forced his friend to duel him while he looks like he wouldn't even be able to hold his axe right now with his hands in this state?

A jerk, that's what. A jerk who had some real weird feelings that he doesn't ever have to think about again. ]

We can always practice some more some other time. For now-- Can you get up?

[ Fabian would offer his hand, but..

You know. Kind of hard to do that when he's pretty sure holding Gorgug's hand to help his friend get up might just make it harder on Gorgug to get up in the first place, rather than easier. ]

Do you need my help? You need to let your hands rest.

[ He's looking between Fabian and his hands at the offer, but he doesn't want to actually see what being helped up looks like when he's pretty sure he can do it by himself. He starts shuffling his legs under him, letting his arms hover as balance, as: ]

It's okay, I can-- I got it.

[ Thankfully, it's just his hands that are the real problem, and Gorgug manages to pick himself onto his feet with nothing more than a wobble. It's not graceful (grace isn't a part of Gorgug's anything), but it does the job.

But now that he's on his feet, looking at Fabian once more, his eyes drifting downward towards his collar--he turns his gaze away as he asks: ]

Is your-- are you okay? [ He glances back at him, but only glances. Look at his hands, they're so...hands.... ] Your...the bitemark.

[ The bitemark, the bite indentation. The puncture wound.

Nothing else. It was just a bite and nothing else. ]

[ Fabian is pretty sure that Gorgug is just rejecting his offer of help because it's difficult for the other to use his hands right now.

.. yet there's a tiny part of him that worries that maybe it isn't the reason. Is it because of what happened? Did Gorgug realize that Fabian's body had a very specific reaction to what Gorgug was doing to him-- Does he think Fabian is dirty now? It doesn't seem likely with the way his friend is giving him that worried gaze, and yet the thought still exists somewhere in Fabian's mind, a tiny voice nagging him in the back of his brain.

He swallows. ]

It's fine.

[ It's not really fine. Not in the moment, anyway. It hurts like hell, and Fabian isn't sure if you need to get yourself checked out for something after getting bit by another person, but he doesn't want to think of that. He doesn't want to draw attention to the wound when that voice in the back of his mind exists, making him feel all insecure about what might be going through Gorgug's mind right now.

So he says, again-- ]

Really. You think I haven't been bitten by bigger things than you during all the fights we've been in? [ Fabian makes sure to attach a joking tone to it - because that's all this is! Lighthearted talk! A joke! Fabian is not worried about anything, and nothing happened. ]

Edited 2024-11-04 16:35 (UTC)

[ Gorgug looks down when Fabian talks about being bitten, that than you, and the way that it makes heat rush to his face--as if looking away might work gravity on the blush that's darkening his cheeks. There's things he wants to say, or more of a feeling he wants to evoke; and maybe there's some tiny part of him that's envious that he's not the bigger bite, without any of the ugly emotions behind it.

He brings his hands into view, or messes around with the fingers just to give the illusion that he's paying any attention to them, and not the things his body are trying to tell him he wants to pay attention to. Did I do a bad job biting you? Should I try again? ]

Okay, [ is what he says; lamely, attempting to sound some semblance towards normal. ] We should clean it out when we get back... I don't know how clean my tusks are... I usually have to get tape for them if they're gonna get in the way.

[ Which probably sounds confusing or nonsensical to Fabian.

And to Gorgug, he isn't entirely thinking about what he's sharing, either: the certain kind of situations where his tusks might be a problem, that he doesn't usually share with others. ]

[ It is something Fabian has never had to think about.

Sure, his own mixed parentage is something that has consequences in his direct family, especially in the way his mother treats him, but it's never really been anything he's had to think about in any other sort of way. Especially when the only thing that really sets him apart from your average human is the shape of his ears.

So when Gorgug says that about his tusks, he has to blink for a moment to process it. Tape.. for them? D-Did he do that with Zelda? W-Wait, did he bite Zelda in the past?! Did they get in the way with kissing? God, wait, no, he should not be thinking about kissing--

Fabian abruptly shuts down his mind. The downside of this is that his thought just flows out of his mouth unfiltered, rather than his brain deciding maybe it's not the best idea to actually say it.

Which means he winks. Playfully. And then adds: ]

Well, we will be better prepared next time you bite me!

[ H-Haha. King? Bite him? King???

He is opting to absolutely not think about this. Zero thoughts about this right now. Zero thoughts about anything. ]

[ Fabian doesn't mean anything by it.

Gorgug knows right away that Fabian means nothing by it.

But he still stares at him as he says it, wants to ask the question that's desperately pushing up his throat. You want me to do it again? It's a joke, because who would? If nothing between them happened, and it was nothing but a stupid result from his rage, which-- isn't untrue. It started that way, it came because of pride, but also became clearer it was about more than anger or ego and about the challenge Fabian was presenting to him, telling him to make him. Biting was never requested, demanded, or taunted--that was Gorgug.

And yet. You want me to do it again?

Gorgug only stares at Fabian for a couple of seconds before he ducks his head again, chuckling just to have some external reaction to that he knows he needs. But he needs to say something, actual words, when there's only one thing really bouncing around in his mind, that would match the energy Fabian's already giving him. So maybe if he starts to walk, the end of that chuckle on his lips, as he says it, then-- ]

You want me to bite you again?

[ --it can sound like nothing, while he's walking in the direction of where his axe got discarded because clearly, he's not thinking deeply about what he's saying either. He's not aware of any specific parts of his body that aren't his hands, obviously, and he's not thinking about tusks and lips and mouths.

All he has to focus on is his axe, and the best possible way to carefully pick it up to put back in its holster. ]

[ Zero thoughts. Zero thoughts. Zero thoughts!!

If anything, Fabian's brain is currently doubling down on that idea. There's something about those words that threatens to set off an alarm in his mind, but as if to anticipate that and prevent it from happening - because Fabian's brainspace would turn into a total jumbled mess if that alarm did go off - his brain absolutely makes zero no thoughts emerge. Nothing at all.

It's why he just replies, his back turned towards Gorgug with the direction he's walking in and one hand dismissively waved in the air-- ]

If you want to!

[ A reply that likely does not help. But again. Zero thoughts. Zero thoughts!!!

So much zero thoughts going on that Fabian looks entirely casual despite the words he just said when he turns around to look at Gorgug picking up that axe. ]

Are you ready now? We should hurry back!

[ I hope you aren't busy imagining what's going on in Fabian's head right now, Gorgug. Especially with those words from a second ago. It's zero thoughts, that's what it is. His brain will likely punish him for this by overthinking it later, but Fabian is - thankfully for current Fabian, a little less thankfully for future Fabian - at the moment saving himself from any of that. ]

[ He can't think.

Not with that answer. Not with that ringing in his ears, drilling inside his brain. If you want to. Gorgug wants to scream, and the desire (that desire, but also--) slams through his limbs, that he no longer cares as deeply about his recently healed hands as he should be. His axe is right there, and while he was worried about grabbing onto it with the freshly knitted skin, he thinks it wouldn't be a bad idea to slam it into the ground a few times?

He needs a shower. Gorgug's got the axe in his hands, and it's a credit to the metal that it's forged with that it doesn't break under his shaking grip. He has to look back at Fabian, walk with him--how is he supposed to do this?

(Later--far, far, later, Gorgug may realise this for what it is, for what he was burying away and refusing to admit it being: flirting. They were flirting.

And a lot would have been solved if he'd taken the opening and fucked Fabian in the middle of the open field that day.)

Gorgug swallows in the air that isn't fulfilling enough, looks over his shoulder as he slowly turns, or just enough to face the direction they need to go to get back. Nodding, but also shouting a ] O-okay! [ just to let Fabian know that he's coming.

And he's walking, axe still being carried by his hands than in its holster, even though: ]

Should I go to my lab? I think I've got something I can use...

[ H-haha, what if he ran off to his lab to hide? So he doesn't have to think about how turned on he is right now? God, is he glad he didn't start not ever wearing hoodies... ]

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