[ CLOSED ] Twisting, constricted

[blackscales]

WHO: Wrathion & Visitors
WHEN: April: Beastmaster's Arrival & Aftermath
WHERE: Ke-Waihu & then... the forests around Ke-Waihu. Cosy caves.
WHAT: Wrathion clocks the Beastmaster arriving and immediately Nopes Out. Plot here!
WARNINGS: Awkward cuddling huddled by a blanket ft UST in a cave.




As soon as the Beastmaster draws near to Ke-Waihu, Wrathion slinks from the village and takes flight through the forest. He can be seen, occasionally, flying over the tree-tops in the area being pursued by the Beastmaster's creatures. Those who know him well, or those good at following tracks, can find him hiding out in a cave avoiding them while he waits out the Beastmaster's powers fading.

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[chosenbylight]

Anduin's brow furrows slightly as he considers the warning. Wrathion knows him well, perhaps too well at that. He will want answers, to find a way to keep him safe from this. To protect him. He is right, though. It will not do either of them any good if he is caught in the Beastmaster's trap himself.

"I will be careful," he reassures, gently, moving to turn his hand to grip Wrathion's arm in return, squeezing slightly. He cannot promise too much more, uncertain what is to come. He cannot sit back and do nothing after all, it is not within his nature. But he will do his best not to be reckless in his choices, for the both of them.

[blackscales]

"That's all I ask."

He's not going to suggest Anduin do nothing, that isn't his style.

"I'll see you soon," Wrathion assures him, "look after that for me. I'll be wanting it back."

The jihui box. He tilts his head to it, offers Anduin what he hopes is a reassuring smile.

[chosenbylight]

The jihui box.

Anduin's chest feels tight. He knows he has to let Wrathion leave, that he cannot keep him here much longer, for Wrathion's sake. For Wrathion's safety. He needs to let him go.

To let him go...

Anduin presses his lips together, offering him a tight nod and the most convincing smile he can to follow.

"Of course," he says, thickly.

[blackscales]

The tension draws out, and Wrathion feels himself continue not to move.

This is why he hadn't wanted to see him beforehand. It's too difficult, too difficult to let go. Too difficult to leave him behind after finally having this, finally being allowed this closeness. Wrathion is a selfish creature, he's not one to give up warmth and comfort after being offered it.

Yet he has to, he has to.

There's a pressure in his chest, building up, a frustrated urge to act.

His fingers tighten their grip on Anduin's arm slowly, until they're almost too tight, then Wrathion breaks -- lunges forward and pulls the priest into a rough kiss. It's clumsy, unpractised, but if he's going to throw himself into hiding from a dangerous enemy he wants to have at least done this before he potentially loses the chance.

He pulls back quickly, swallows down the wave of unease and flicks Anduin a smile.

"I'll see you soon," he repeats more quietly, and begins to let go so he can move back to the window.

[chosenbylight]

Anduin can feel the tension building between them -- Wrathion not wishing to go, himself not wishing for Wrathion to leave. He can feel Wrathion's fingers tightening on his arm and prepares himself for whatever is to come...

He had not prepared himself for this, however.

Eyes widening in surprise, Anduin raises his free hand to catch himself on Wrathion's chest as the dragon crashes into him. His breath leaving him at once in a muffled huff of surprise against his companion's lips.

And then Wrathion is pulling away, stepping back toward the window, and --

Anduin's hand flashes out, quick as lighting, to grab a fistful of Wrathion's jacket and tug him back in for a kiss of his own. It may not be the grand, romantic gesture he might have envisioned otherwise, but Anduin's lips are soft and warm, and it is less of a crashing of lips than it is a melding of mouths. A proper kiss. And by the Light, if this is the only chance he gets, let him at least have the opportunity to do this properly.

He forces himself to pull back before he gets carried away though, face flushed a brilliant scarlet. This is probably not what Wrathion had in mind, but -- he has no regrets. He flashes his companion a self-conscious smile, before replying, "For, ah. Good luck."

The corners of his mouth edge wider, even as he makes himself take another few steps back, away from the window and Wrathion himself.

"Now go," he says, "before I find another excuse to try and keep you here."

[blackscales]

Wrathion himself has... flushed a little, although it's not quite so bad as it looks on Anduin's pale skin. He feels warm, conscious of the way Anduin is smiling at him.

He feels as if he should say something, but he cannot think of anything to say. He's already said 'I'll see you soon' twice over, if he says it again Anduin will think him a fool. If he doesn't already.

For a moment Wrathion just blinks, mouth slightly open, then he presses his lips together and nods.

Leaning down, the dragon picks up his bag once more and slips out the window. There's nothing more to be said, anyway. He can only he hasn't taken too long.