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maximumlegend) wrote2024-04-26 08:23 pm
You have reached a MAXIMUM LEGEND!
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But it's a workable pick, Fabian's logic sound, and Gorgug nods, glad that Fabian seems to be willing to go along with it than make it out as something dumb. ]
Okay, I'll get my stuff.
[ Which mostly involves going towards the door leading out, grabbing his shoes and putting them on, his two throwing axes to attach to the belt he already has one with their holsters, and a bottle of drink for after the fact. Their destination is somewhere in the vast open space of Etraya; plenty of choices, and there's a nice spot with a tree for a landmark and not much else around. No apartments, no buildings; those are all in the opposite direction, and only the dip between this island and the island where a river runs through can be seen if one decides to look out.
It's all very open and plain, is the thing.
But scenery isn't what either of them have come out for (other than what's useful in fighting, which isn't much). There's a giddiness to what's to occur: Gorgug keeping in mind what he's asked to do, and there comes with that a need to actually call forth the kind of rage he's looking for. Thinking up certain triggers he needs to get himself there, hold onto that thought that stirs a discomfort in his belly, and then make it wait on the right moment to bring it out. Snapping into a rage is easy for him, on the level he uses it in a battle--but making it more violent while keeping his head on straight is something entirely different.
And he won't be keeping his head on. Not unless he manages to see over the red of his emotions.
He scuffs his feet when he comes to a stop, looking out to the tree that's become a spectator to their spars, and then unhooking one of the axes into his hands. Right now, things are easy: they don't need to be anything else. Fabian is more oriented to all this, while Gorgug looks and holds himself the same as always: dressed in his usual attire, his expression somewhere in looking uncomfortable in a familiar Gorgug way. There is no smug or cockiness coming out here in the pre-game. ]
We can start like normal. [ And he sounds very much like he usually does, just a quick FYI there, no big deal. Except... ] You can-- say stuff to me? If you want.
[ ...He needs to explain better. ]
Make me mad!
[ P-please. ]
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.. well, that's when he's suddenly taken out of it entirely by what Gorgug is suddenly saying. He blinks over at his friend. ]
Make you mad?
[ Wait, what? He thought that the whole going into a rage thing was just a feature for barbarians? Is it not something you can just do? Gorgug seems to do it all the time with no help!
Then again, never say Fabian is not a helpful friend. If Gorgug needs it here, then he can try, it's just-- ]
In what way?!
[ BRO, WHAT IF HE HURTS YOUR FEELINGS!! WHICH HAPPENS SOMETIMES!! BUT WOULD BE REAL AWKWARD TO HAPPEN IN THE MIDDLE OF A SPAR!! ]
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You can't think what makes me mad?! Make me mad! [ It's to sound affronted and bully the other person first! Yeah, Fabian!! Take this!! ] You suck!
[ Is it Fabian trying to make Gorgug mad here, or is it Gorgug trying to make Fabian mad now....
But let's hope Fabian is quick on his feet (which we know it is), since these quasi-mind games aren't going to stop Gorgug from getting this started, approaching Fabian with a hurried yet careful approach, the tell-tale signs of his rage beginning to show on his face: a darkening of his white pupils that fades into the black of his scleras, the tightening of his muscles, though only his hands and face are really visible; and the hold of his teeth, letting show more the tusks that jab upward like fangs the wrong side up. ]
Since when do you hold back!
[ Come on, bro. Rib him! ROAST HIM. ]
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Especially since Fabian can't help but call out, instinctively: ] Why did you ask me to make you mad and then started harassing me instead?!
[ BRO!!! Bro, who are we trying to make mad here!!! Bro, you know Fabian has a sensitive soul and can't be told he sucks, you'll activate one complex or another at this rate! Though Gorgug is in luck in the sense that Fabian is way too focused on the weirdness of this situation to think really deeply about the other just saying he sucks out of literally nowhere.
The only problem is not even Gorgug charging at him. Fabian looks ready for that. He's light enough on his feet that he's pondering moving out of the way at the last moment - surely something that's enough to annoy bulls is enough to annoy his friend, right. No, the problem is thinking of what to say here. For all of Fabian's yelling insults at people, the problem here is that he doesn't want to make Gorgug feel bad. And Fabian has never learned which insults are the good, anger-inducing kind, and which are the bad, sadness-inducing kind. He could yell his grievances at Gorgug over the other prioritizing so many other things over him, but wouldn't that make the other just feel bad?!
Why is this so hard. It shouldn't be so hard. In fact, Fabian is thinking for so long that Gorgug has already reached him, Fabian quickly moving out of the way, as light on his feet as ever. He's already a few steps away from Gorgug again before the other may have had the chance to fully notice it. ]
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Just fuck it!! ]
Me, holding back? I'd say you're the one holding back, but you just are this slow.
[ He puts a hand on his sword, drawing it. ]
How are you supposed to protect any of us if you can't even keep up with me? Maybe you should be spending less time holding hands with robots, and more time training!
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There's no need to, with what Fabian follows it with. A real annoyance, hilarity in how it hits him: of course Fabian's going to bring up the fucking robot thing. His eyes blink dark completely, but he has his hand axe ready, and he's pushing on his feet to try and close into Fabian with it in a swing, along with the retort: ]
Fuck you, Fabian!
[ He expects a clash, or for the other to move back--and whether he gets either, Gorgug's still going to try and push forward after, using his other hand to grab at the other by either his arm or by some kind of fabric. Probably useless, but Fabian's a tricky son of a bitch. His force and the ability to overpower is what helps him when dealing with him. Grappling him usually gets him places. ]
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It's also why he knows he has to avoid getting close enough to Gorgug that the other can grab him. There's no way he's escaping from that. And even though Fabian still doesn't feel the sense of danger he probably should be feeling when Gorgug's eyes darken like that, even though he knows it wouldn't be a problem in the long run if Gorgug did get his hands on him, he's still in this spar to try and win it.
So when he realizes Gorgug's arm is suddenly much too close to his sleeve, Fabian casts a quick enhancement spell on himself, his shoes glowing with magic as he moves out of the way with an inhuman speed at the very last second. He moves a few quick steps, getting quite a bit backwards to try and stay out of grabbing range. ]
Come on, Gorgug! Don't be so slow! [ Look, Gorgug hasn't told him to stop poking.
And if that's his duty here, then-- he shall. He's not sure if Gorgug is aiming to get even angrier than this, after all. ] Maybe if you are just a little bit faster, you could even hold mine!
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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. ]
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.. the problem is that this isn't that. Fabian doesn't want to kill Gorgug here, obviously, and that makes the sword more of a liability in this moment than an asset. He still holds onto it as they roll, not wanting to give up his fighting chance here so quickly, but that means he doesn't have as much attention left to focus on Gorgug when he at the same time has to focus on making sure the blade doesn't stab clean through either of them as they tumble around.
(And even that is hard to do with their close proximity. Fabian feels the blade cutting something, and in the chaos he can't even tell if it's him or Gorgug. He can tell from the sound that it isn't deep, just a scratch, enough to draw a thin line of blood at best, but he doesn't know if he's the one feeling it or if that's just from rolling around, if it's just the adrenaline, or if he scratched Gorgug.)
No time to figure out how to use his sword in this position without injuring either of them far more than a spar should allow though.
But it's fine. Fabian is struggling against the grip his friend has on him, but he knows he won't slip out of this one, the grip of the other's hands on his shoulders just a little bit too strong.
So Fabian has to use other methods.
.. you know, like suddenly launching his knee up hard - see, Gorgug, this is why you always figure out the leg situation first!! Rookie mistake!! - to try and knee Gorgug hard right in the balls.
Fabian may not consider sword stabbing fair play in a spar, but this is, okay. Don't question him. ]
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And there's a good side to this, and a bad side to this. The bad side might be that he's losing his hold on logic or strategy here: capable of rookie mistakes, some might say. He's thinking more about what he wants to do than what he should do, such as that blade that was somewhere in between the two of them, and tossing aside his own blade. There's nothing clever about any of this, with him trying to move up onto his feet to do that throwing plan.
Except, maybe there's a little bit of positivity to that choice, along with the main positive to being mad: he can't feel much else about his being except his rage. The louder that his rage gets, the more his pain sensors become dulled.
This doesn't mean the knee to Gorgug's balls goes unnoticed, or unfelt, however. His legs are somewhere in the beginning of finding a means to rise, first on one side, which doesn't really stop the hit from connecting: it just means Fabian has to raise his knee the entire way. And Fabian will see that it connects when, well--he'll certainly feel it first, actually; but he'll be front stage to witness the snap of Gorgug's eyes widening, the choked sound of somewhere sensitive being attacked. Even if it's not as sensitive as it could be right then, one doesn't experience a very different sensation down there.
And this will turn out to be a very bad thing for Fabian, actually.
Because the way that Gorgug's face twists isn't anything like horror or pain: it's the kind of ire where it's difficult to discern--especially with black scleras and white pupils--if he even sees Fabian, and isn't consumed by a new level of utter, pure rage. He slips onto his feet, sweeping Fabian up in the same motion like the half-elf weighs nothing heavier than a bag of feathers, and wastes no time in raising him high above his head with a guttural yell before slamming him straight back into the ground again.
There's nothing easy about the drop. The ground behind Fabian cracks from his impact, and Gorgug uses that moment in Fabian's drop to grab Fandragor by its blade, sacrificing it cutting into skin and flesh if he has to--if Fabian can even manage to resist--to have a stronger enough hold to throw it aside. Not that he would do anything but grip onto it anyway, when he's already ignoring a gash along his upper right arm from their earlier roll as he lowers back down over Fabian again.
His legs bend to pin at Fabian's under them, knees pointed into the ground, and Gorgug crushes a hand against Fabian's face as if trying to dig it deeper into the floor on the other side. For a few seconds, anyway, before fingers and nails scrape carelessly across the top and tears off the eyepatch that Fabian wears.
And Fabian will see it there in Gorgug's hand, hovering above his head, somewhere near the face of violence bearing gritted teeth trapped in a snarl. ]
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But Gorgug clearly has no such thing holding him back any more in this moment. It's different from how they usually spar - because even when Gorgug goes into a rage then, it's different, always more calculated. Still a bitch to fight when you know that you're going to lose every single strength competition, but it's something Fabian can handle.
He isn't sure what to do here. He isn't sure what he can do here, because before he can even think of his next move when he sees Gorgug react to the knee, he's already being dragged up and slammed down like it's nothing, the back of his head hitting the ground hard. Hard enough that his vision blacks out for a split second, hard enough that his mind suddenly feels woozy, dizzy. As Gorgug wretches the sword out of Fabian's hand - not too easily, since Fabian is still holding onto it, but the dizziness does help in letting Gorgug peel it away from there - Fabian hardly even registers it. For a moment he's sixteen again, his head slamming into the concrete floor of a jail cell, his father yelling at him. Some instinct screams at him the same way as it did back then, telling him to fight, to not take it, that he can't just take it.
But this isn't his father hovering over him. It's his friend, and Fabian remembers that he has a word to stop this - would it work though, with Gorgug in this state, when Fabian has never in his life seen him like this - and he even remembers what the word is, but he can't use it. Maybe he should, since he knows deep down that Gorgug would surely not want this to go this far either, but he-- he can't. He won't. He's still a Seacaster, and they don't just give up. They don't take the way of a coward.
Even as all of Fabian's options are rapidly taken away from him. There's nowhere to go with Gorgug pinning his legs, with the other's body caging him in. All he can do is use the limbs he does still have.
So when his eyepatch is taken away from him, leaving one silver eye and a hollow socket crossed by the large scar on Fabian's face staring up at Gorgug, he doesn't just take it. Gorgug may have his legs this time, but Fabian's arms are still his own, and he uses them to make a grab at the eyepatch to try and get it back, even lifting his upper body up a little to help the effort. ]
Dude! [ He says, almost instinctively. ] Give that back! You know that is my papa's!
[ And while he knows Gorgug usually would never do anything to something that important to him, Fabian may be a little bit worried about that being different when Gorgug isn't in his full mind. And he'll be damned if he loses one of the few things he has left to remind him of the man over this. ]
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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. ]
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A little bit more intense than anticipated. So intense that it is - indeed - very difficult for Fabian to focus on any one sensation in particular in this moment. It feels like there's so many going on, somewhere between Gorgug pushing him down so hard, the other's breath so loud right above him, those words, the strange wetness.. Not to mention that the loss of the eyepatch does disorient him a little. Nothing to do with his vision, obviously since there's nothing there, but it's still a familiar sensation suddenly being gone.
And yet he doesn't feel scared. Maybe he should. He's got all reason to, given that his friend who is physically stronger than him is clearly going much further than he ever has before and is showing no signs of stopping.
But Fabian doesn't feel scared.
Which would be easy to chalk up to his bravery, and maybe that's part of it, but there's also-- more. Something that makes adrenaline rush up in his veins. He's being held down, and he's being told to beg, and there's-- there's something there. Fabian doesn't want to think about it too hard, since something inside of him feels like it's trying to push him away from doing so, but it's like he's getting breathless as well as he stares up at Gorgug's dark eyes, as he feels the strength of that hand against his torso. A part of him doesn't want this moment to end, even if that means Gorgug may just pulverize him.
His attitude from a moment ago fades away. The corners of Fabian's lips curl up into a grin before he's even realized it.
Gorgug is right about one thing - as Fabian's free arms move, hands grabbing onto the arm that's pushing him down, tugging on it to try and move it - and that is that Fabian Seacaster indeed does not beg.
So with that grin on his face, he just says-- ]
Fuck you.
[ -- and he spits right in the other's face. ]
Make me.
[ Is he enjoying this?
(Why is he enjoying this?) ]
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His current desire is to make Fabian squirm, to bend. Begging would be nice, asking for it is an insult to his friend: Gorgug knows this. And he delights in it, a certain strength it offers him--domination, one might call it.
But who can dominate, when that grin springs across Fabian's face? Wild, enthusiastic against Gorgug's wishes. An expression he's more than familiar with from the other, when he's in the height of passion, of frenzy. There was already something else twisting up in his insides; not quite rage, and somehow managing to find its own tune inside the musical madness going on inside. Fuck you--it almost makes Gorgug's lips twitch into a smile.
Getting spat on kinda ruins that, though.
At least the smile. A rush comes over him at that, and it's a different kind of violence that Gorgug wants to inflict on his friend, for better or worse. He chucks aside the eyepatch (just to be sure Fabian can't reach it) and pulls aside on the strap of Fabian's tank top, just enough to let him lower his mouth and sink his teeth in the space between shoulder and neck. A wide bite, where his tusks dig in first before the rest, and then threaten to pierce through skin as he manages to lodge in his teeth against skin.
Threaten to, threaten--and then do.
For once (and despite how it might feel), he's showing restraint in the action. Slow, deliberate, pained--because Fabian asked him to make him, and he's doing just that.
(And while he feels that twist in his stomach again, his mouth coming to rest over that space, almost sucking on skin.
He grips tighter where his hand holds Fabian down.) ]
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But he also did not imagine this in the slightest. He thought the other might try to punch him or something, and Fabian was half-ready to try and find some way to get the other's grip off him enough to attempt to dodge it, but it's not a hand that comes down to him at all.
It's.. a face. It's teeth. The half-elf can feel them scraping against his skin before they actually sink in, and though it likely only lasts a second or so, it feels like much longer in his head. Like something about his time freezes, like it's an eternity where he can feel Gorgug's tusks scrape against his skin, and then he bites down.
Fabian lets out a whimper. Sure, he is tough, but Fabian is not tough in the way where he can halve damage. He's tough in a way where he keeps taking shit full on and remains standing - which means he can feel every single part of the bite. Fabian has never imagined what it's like to be bit there - having been bitten in his limbs plenty of times over the many battles they have been part of, but obviously never just straight up into his chest, into his shoulder. It feels like a more sensitive part, somehow, judging by the way the pain feels like it's pouring through his veins in a way that's much more heightened than ever before.
But it's not just pain. It's also weirdly warm. He can feel Gorgug's breath against his skin, a kind of wetness there that isn't just Fabian's own blood. Something about it makes Fabian's heart speed up even more. It doesn't matter that it hurts. The way Fabian's breath grows more shallow may have something to do with that, but it's not just that. There's something about Gorgug hovering over him, one of the few people Fabian knows that's actually bigger than him, pushing him down, sinking his teeth into Fabian's flesh, doing what he wants with him--
He should fight back, maybe.
He should use the safe word they established, maybe.
But Fabian does neither of those things. He doesn't even move. It hurts, and it makes occasional little sounds escape Fabian's mouth, but it's like part of him doesn't want to do something that might make this moment end. ]
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Somewhere, as Gorgug sucks on the spread of skin against his mouth, a sweet metallic taste slipping in as the pressure locks his jaw tighter. The hands on his forearm pinning Fabian's chest doesn't get it to move, but that need, that want, does. Except he doesn't know what he's doing, twisting up Fabian's shirt into his fingers with his fingers dully scraping, barely managing to do much there, before he decides to find an answer by lowering it further down his body. He brushes against Fabian's side, his waist, and in case Fabian attempts to push up his chest again without the force telling him to stay down, Gorgug does bite in harder--does grunt in place of a growl he can't fully give.
Gorgug lands somewhere at Fabian's waist, and decided to take a hold there; fingernails blunted, but still gripping down into the skin, to find purchase--to find a reaction, to hear Fabain make more sounds.
To hear him speak. ]
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But it's not quite as much as he usually would. Usually he'd try to leap up, try to use this chance to get away from what's trying to harm him. The thing is that he would be moving faster - and that's exactly what he's not doing here. Sure, he does try to get up a little, but it's only a faint movement before Gorgug bites down harder, and Fabian's back immediately lands back against the ground with a loud pant from the way those teeth are still digging into his skin, the pressure of Gorgug's mouth on him.
.. and the wandering hand.
It keeps going down.
There was a lesson, back in the Nightmare Forest, about how sometimes you can't just storm in to save your friends. Sometimes you just have to lie down and undergo something difficult for them instead. But this is-- different. It's not for anyone. Maybe Fabian could twist it in his mind and say it's for Gorgug, because the other wanted to be able to practice with his rage like this, but he knows it isn't that. The reason he's lying here and taking it is because..
(Because he wants to know where that hand is going.) ]
Gorgug..
[ It's not begging. The tone isn't begging, anyway, but Fabian doesn't want to think about what the tone is instead. The way his voice gets so breathy as he calls out the other's name.
It's nothing. It's nothing. He doesn't want to think about it. ]
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Now, Gorgug doesn't really care about the eyepatch. He had stopped caring about the eyepatch right around when Fabian spat in his face, and while he still cares about the begging part, the problem is the kind that he wants--the sort it's turning into. The kind of reaction, close to that sound, and the fact that it came after where he put his hand.
Where it could go.
Gorgug thinks about where it could go. He also worries that he might actually be hurting Fabian, in a bad way, and that sound that he's taking so...well, isn't the kind he should be. Was Fabian hurt? Or was that sound something else?
The kind of something else already inside him, replacing the rage that's rapidly dropping from his focus. It's been in there, lurking since he sunk his teeth in, or since Fabian asked him to make him in the first place. He wants to continue to keep going (what if he's telling me to keep going? tell me to keep going--), but the haze of the moment, of where his body is taking this, or maybe where Fabian could be wanting this to go-- he can't be sure. He has to be a good friend first.
Gorgug tries to take his tusks out carefully, shakily, gasping as his lips pull away from the ring of skin they've been planted against all this time. Removes his hand from Fabian's thigh, letting go of the skin grasped there, and leans his weight on the one that had been on Fabian's shoulder, sliding it off to sit on the ground above it.
And Gorgug's eyes widen, just as he manages to lift his head to look down at Fabian, inhaling sharply as he feels a sting from his palm: and always sees a streak of red on Fabian. A few steaks, actually. ]
I-I think we're bleeding.
[ There's a face to be examined, taken note of, Gorgug's own a darkened through activity and the tips of his tusks coloured red, his breathing heavy, shaky.
But that's what he whispers first, as the lustre goes from Gorgug's eyes, and the pain from taking Fandrangor between his hands starts to itch against his skin.
And it's getting itchier by the second. ]
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It was a little easier to not think about any of this during the act itself. Easier to just lie there and let it happen, especially since it's not like Fabian needed to do anything for that. Even if he'd lie there completely still, Gorgug would just keep going and maybe-- maybe Fabian wanted him to, or something, or-- well, that's the not thinking part. He can't exactly recall what went through his head, or maybe he doesn't want to.
But with Gorgug suddenly pulling away - Fabian letting out a pained hiss when the tusks move out of his skin, a painful sting no matter how careful his friend is being - reality is dawning a lot harder on Fabian.
Especially when he sees the blood on the other. And the darkness in Gorgug's face. And the way Gorgug sounds so like-- well, like Gorgug again, without any of the rage. It takes away the momentum that was at least keeping some of Fabian's embarrassment about the entire situation at bay, but the way it is so suddenly over means that he's only getting smacked in the face harder by it now.
He doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't! He's not going to! He's simply not going to think about it!
So he doesn't. As Fabian half-sits up, he doesn't think about the sore pain in the exact area where Gorgug bit him. He doesn't think about how there must be a mark. He doesn't think about the other on him only a moment ago, or the blush on his skin. None of it. Not thinking. Just asking, subtly, smoothly-- ]
Doyouneedmetohealyou?!
[ So smooth.
So subtle.
HE'S NOT THINKING ABOUT IT!! ]
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Gorgug can't concentrate on how Fabian looks, seems. He hears his fluster about healing, but the pain in his hands is growing by the second, and his mind starts focusing a lot more on that--on cutting himself against a magical sword like Fandragnor, and a cut somewhere near his abdomen, and how being hutched over Fabian isn't probably a good idea right now, either. Even though he looks down at Fabian again, he doesn't say anything immediately.
But Fabian will get a sight as his face twists into a pout, before Gorgug starts to try and shuffle himself off and away from the other without using his hands, falling back somewhere on his own ass and off Fabian's legs. Lamely, as he does this: ] It hurts.
[ All that cool, violent rage is being erased from the environment as Gorgug's softer side begins to show itself....the one that can still be a baby over the smallest, simplest things. Like gashes across his hands from an elven blade.
Very small, indeed.
But it's also a good distraction, away from the heat that's still sticking to his face and reaching around his ears. A warmth in his body that has nothing to do with anger, and how he's glad for his hoodie. How he's hovering his arms and hands and wanting them to take precedent: to the rest of his body, to everything that came before this moment. Fabian's name in his ears, his tusks buried into Fabian's skin, and how good it felt to be there.
Gorgug closes his eyes. Fabian asked something about healing, but he doesn't want to do anything but cup his hands together, mumbling and circling them and trying to get a Cure Wounds spell going, than to think about Fabian (and what they were doing? maybe?) right now. The pain is easier to focus on, and process. The pain should both go and stay.
Because he just thought about something really, really embarrassing, and he's probably the worst friend in any world ever. Oh no. ]
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It's only something he fully realizes when he moves to sit up further. Propping himself up on his elbows was one thing, but fully sitting up is another, and Fabian feels his own body protesting against the idea. He's not even sure if he's bleeding the way Gorgug is, or if his body is just sore from trying to deal with getting knocked around and bitten.
But despite his inability to heal Gorgug in this state, Fabian is still worried.
Worried enough to be impulsive. To not really think.
Which, in this case, means that he's moving over to where Gorgug is sitting. He leans forwards and towards the other by supporting his body with his hands while Fabian is also still sitting on the ground. This by itself wouldn't be such a problem, but-- ]
Gorgug! Gorgug!! Are you alright?!
[ --his tanktop still isn't properly back into position, which means that as Fabian is shoving himself directly into his friend's business, the effect of Gorgug's actions is very, very visible. Especially when Fabian's bite isn't bleeding nearly as badly as Gorgug's cuts, making the bite mark that seems to have sunken very deep into Fabian's dark skin extremely visible. It's right there, the moment Gorgug would open his eyes. ]
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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. ]
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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.. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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