[X’rhun is ever the self-sacrificing sort. Throwing himself under the guillotine’s blade that is Ardyn’s anger, his frustration, the restlessness in him that’s woken itself up after being ferried from world to world to world.
He shouldn’t be surprised. In fact, the thought almost makes amusement break through the hot press of agitation living just above it. Almost.]
Ah, of course. Always so eager to offer yourself up to the altar of my anger. [Ardyn steps closer, closing the insignificant space already between them; teasing, overly dramatic, dangerous. Leaning in as if he were sharing some dark secret, his breath fans against X’rhun’s ear.]
You’ve been an outlet for my frustrations before, but what makes you think you can handle it now? Slow, languid touches might actually pull you apart nerve by nerve, now that we’ve the empathy bond to contend with. It may even bend the steel of your intrepid heart.
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He shouldn’t be surprised. In fact, the thought almost makes amusement break through the hot press of agitation living just above it. Almost.]
Ah, of course. Always so eager to offer yourself up to the altar of my anger. [Ardyn steps closer, closing the insignificant space already between them; teasing, overly dramatic, dangerous. Leaning in as if he were sharing some dark secret, his breath fans against X’rhun’s ear.]
You’ve been an outlet for my frustrations before, but what makes you think you can handle it now? Slow, languid touches might actually pull you apart nerve by nerve, now that we’ve the empathy bond to contend with. It may even bend the steel of your intrepid heart.