[ When he'd considered the ways he might be able to help Wrathion, allowing him to tease him about his propensity for turning red was not precisely what he'd had in mind.
[His eyes drift closed, chin still perched on his shoulder. He is strangely at ease like this, warm and vaguely lost in the unfamiliar floating feeling. Wrathion casually brushes the pillow off of Anduin's lap, placing it under the arm still holding the wine.
He goes rather quiet afterwards. He may or may not have simply fallen asleep.]
[ Thus he remains for some time, unwilling to dislodge Wrathion just yet. While he knows he'll have to leave him to sleep on his own eventually, there's something remarkably peaceful about simply being here. No other reason than the comfort of one another's company.
How far things have come. Though not without due struggle along the way.
Eventually he does move, after the wine is gone from his glass and Wrathion's breathing seems to have evened out to some degree. He's careful, shifting so that the dragon's head finds a pillow almost immediately, pausing to peer down at his sleeping expression before leaning down.
There's more left to talk about, but it can wait. Neither of them are going anywhere, literally or figuratively.
A brief kiss against his temple, full of warmth and affection, and Anduin extricates himself to go take the glasses to the kitchen. And to retrieve the bottle of wine, before he goes. ]
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Strange medicine, this. ]
'Charming'. You mean 'amusing', I'm sure.
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[His eyes drift closed, chin still perched on his shoulder. He is strangely at ease like this, warm and vaguely lost in the unfamiliar floating feeling. Wrathion casually brushes the pillow off of Anduin's lap, placing it under the arm still holding the wine.
He goes rather quiet afterwards. He may or may not have simply fallen asleep.]
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How far things have come. Though not without due struggle along the way.
Eventually he does move, after the wine is gone from his glass and Wrathion's breathing seems to have evened out to some degree. He's careful, shifting so that the dragon's head finds a pillow almost immediately, pausing to peer down at his sleeping expression before leaning down.
There's more left to talk about, but it can wait. Neither of them are going anywhere, literally or figuratively.
A brief kiss against his temple, full of warmth and affection, and Anduin extricates himself to go take the glasses to the kitchen. And to retrieve the bottle of wine, before he goes. ]