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You have reached a MAXIMUM LEGEND!
maximumlegend) wrote2024-04-26 08:23 pm
You have reached a MAXIMUM LEGEND!
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.. 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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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... ]