[ How to explain in a way that makes sense. Getting out of his own head for a change, not having to worry about anything but what he was told or asked to do. No second-guessing. All he had to do was trust that Wrathion would take care of things.
Which might have been a taller order before arriving in the city. But now? Some of those old hurts do honestly feel as if they're on the way to healing. ]
It felt good. Just focusing on what you were doing. I think you might have been onto something, with your research on pressure points.
[ As he unconsciously shifts his legs ever so slightly, brushing against Wrathion's calves as he does so. ]
Well, if his majesty thinks so, surely it must be true.
[There is a tone that he applies to that statement, playfully offended. As if he would ever do anything half-way, when it came to matters of research and application of it. One hand peels off of Anduin's in order to reach up and ruffle his blond hair, pushing it into his eyes.]
[ There's a huff as his hair is shoved into his face, already untidy but now completely blocking his view of the dim room. Luckily he doesn't need to see far to swat idly at Wrathion's hand. ]
As the subject of your little experiment, I think I have a say.
[Though Anduin cannot see his smile, he offers a very light scoff as his hand is swatted away. It is promptly held up in surrender, and his mouth rests back against his shoulder.]
But of course, to answer your original question, if you ever have need of such experiments again...I would be so happy to oblige.
[ He takes a deep breath, reaching to push the loose, fine strands of blond back out of his eyes. For all of the good it does seeing in the room.
Not that he needs to. His hand falls back against Wrathion's, where the dragon's arms are still wound around him, and a smile creeps across his lips. ]
[In response, Wrathion's lips peel back slightly to press his teeth into Anduin's shoulder where his mouth had been resting -- not enough to cause pain or pierce skin, but enough to demonstrate his affection for the idea. And for the young king.
He could have no greater affection than knowing he was worthy of that praise, that something he'd done had helped rather than hindered. Anduin was not the only one who had needed this, apparently -- even if he would not vocalize it in quite the same way.
Speaking of what Anduin needed:]
I read that the individual doing the tying is meant to provide care for the one being tied after the fact, but...
[Well. Now they are both sticky, and wrapped up in one another. Perhaps that was its own form of care.]
[ By now, the press of his teeth is a familiar thing, though this is far gentler than he's been before. He still takes it for what it is, sighing contently and squeezing his arm in much the same fashion. ]
Rest assured, I feel quite cared for at the moment.
[ The physical marks, he can heal on his own. There's cleaning up, getting water, all the things that should be included in aftercare according to his studies.
But they've never been conventional about anything before. Why not also this? ]
[Though, in truth, he was beginning to get drowsy. The exhaustion, the warmth, the unfamiliar feeling of calm and safety. It was a recipe for disaster. But there were no additional eyes in his flat, at least, no easy way to be caught. It wouldn't hurt them to lay there a bit longer, wrapped in this embrace.
The dragon curls in a little tighter to Anduin's grip, and allows his eyes to drift shut.]
[ It goes against their rule. They've been so careful up to this point, so deliberate in when and how they spend their time together.
But in the warm light of Wrathion's bedroom-turned-den, and with the radiant heat of the dragon's embrace as warm as a crackling hearth at his back, it's impossible to resist the tugging threads of exhaustion that have weighed on him. The last thing that crosses his mind as he closes his eyes is the idle thought that maybe, just maybe--
I guess if they tell you but... what if they don't?
--he might have an answer, now.
And Anduin, for the first time in days, sinks into a sound and peaceful sleep, tangled in the arms of the Black Prince. ]
When he wakes, there is a tackiness upon their skin that causes an uncomfortable sensation to slide down his spine when he shifts himself. Immediately, he becomes aware of the fact that he had, in fact, fallen asleep. He was awake now because his mouth was try, and his body craved water.
Anduin was still there. They had broken their rule.
In less serious offenses, he might have said something along the lines of "rules were made to be broken", but this -- this put them at risk. It was why the rule had been established in the first place.
He should wake him.
Instead, he merely contemplates waking him while carefully unwinding one of his arms from Anduin's grip upon him. It is a challenge to engage in minimal movement while he rolls back to reach for the water bottle he had left on the bedside nightstand. The bottle tips into his hand after some creative maneuvering, and he uses his teeth to pull the cap off to drink from it.
And then he looks back down at Anduin, sleeping so soundly that he can barely see him breathe and for a while, he just watches him, attention drifting between the water and the blacked out window, where it is impossible to see the hour of the day.
Somewhere between all of it, he lets his eyes drift shut again. He would wake eventually, and then they would manage the problem.]
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[ How to explain in a way that makes sense. Getting out of his own head for a change, not having to worry about anything but what he was told or asked to do. No second-guessing. All he had to do was trust that Wrathion would take care of things.
Which might have been a taller order before arriving in the city. But now? Some of those old hurts do honestly feel as if they're on the way to healing. ]
It felt good. Just focusing on what you were doing. I think you might have been onto something, with your research on pressure points.
[ As he unconsciously shifts his legs ever so slightly, brushing against Wrathion's calves as he does so. ]
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[There is a tone that he applies to that statement, playfully offended. As if he would ever do anything half-way, when it came to matters of research and application of it. One hand peels off of Anduin's in order to reach up and ruffle his blond hair, pushing it into his eyes.]
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As the subject of your little experiment, I think I have a say.
[ You jerk. ]
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[Though Anduin cannot see his smile, he offers a very light scoff as his hand is swatted away. It is promptly held up in surrender, and his mouth rests back against his shoulder.]
But of course, to answer your original question, if you ever have need of such experiments again...I would be so happy to oblige.
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[ He takes a deep breath, reaching to push the loose, fine strands of blond back out of his eyes. For all of the good it does seeing in the room.
Not that he needs to. His hand falls back against Wrathion's, where the dragon's arms are still wound around him, and a smile creeps across his lips. ]
...I think it's exactly what I needed.
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He could have no greater affection than knowing he was worthy of that praise, that something he'd done had helped rather than hindered. Anduin was not the only one who had needed this, apparently -- even if he would not vocalize it in quite the same way.
Speaking of what Anduin needed:]
I read that the individual doing the tying is meant to provide care for the one being tied after the fact, but...
[Well. Now they are both sticky, and wrapped up in one another. Perhaps that was its own form of care.]
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[ By now, the press of his teeth is a familiar thing, though this is far gentler than he's been before. He still takes it for what it is, sighing contently and squeezing his arm in much the same fashion. ]
Rest assured, I feel quite cared for at the moment.
[ The physical marks, he can heal on his own. There's cleaning up, getting water, all the things that should be included in aftercare according to his studies.
But they've never been conventional about anything before. Why not also this? ]
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Then I suppose that is all that matters.
[Though, in truth, he was beginning to get drowsy. The exhaustion, the warmth, the unfamiliar feeling of calm and safety. It was a recipe for disaster. But there were no additional eyes in his flat, at least, no easy way to be caught. It wouldn't hurt them to lay there a bit longer, wrapped in this embrace.
The dragon curls in a little tighter to Anduin's grip, and allows his eyes to drift shut.]
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But in the warm light of Wrathion's bedroom-turned-den, and with the radiant heat of the dragon's embrace as warm as a crackling hearth at his back, it's impossible to resist the tugging threads of exhaustion that have weighed on him. The last thing that crosses his mind as he closes his eyes is the idle thought that maybe, just maybe--
I guess if they tell you but... what if they don't?
--he might have an answer, now.
And Anduin, for the first time in days, sinks into a sound and peaceful sleep, tangled in the arms of the Black Prince. ]
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When he wakes, there is a tackiness upon their skin that causes an uncomfortable sensation to slide down his spine when he shifts himself. Immediately, he becomes aware of the fact that he had, in fact, fallen asleep. He was awake now because his mouth was try, and his body craved water.
Anduin was still there. They had broken their rule.
In less serious offenses, he might have said something along the lines of "rules were made to be broken", but this -- this put them at risk. It was why the rule had been established in the first place.
He should wake him.
Instead, he merely contemplates waking him while carefully unwinding one of his arms from Anduin's grip upon him. It is a challenge to engage in minimal movement while he rolls back to reach for the water bottle he had left on the bedside nightstand. The bottle tips into his hand after some creative maneuvering, and he uses his teeth to pull the cap off to drink from it.
And then he looks back down at Anduin, sleeping so soundly that he can barely see him breathe and for a while, he just watches him, attention drifting between the water and the blacked out window, where it is impossible to see the hour of the day.
Somewhere between all of it, he lets his eyes drift shut again. He would wake eventually, and then they would manage the problem.]