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maximumlegend) wrote2024-04-26 08:23 pm
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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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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... ]