Anduin allows himself a moment to consider his reply, reaching to toy with the medallion again, smoothing his hands over the lapels of Wrathion's jacket, as if adjusting his already immaculate attire. It -- may not have been something Wrathion had chosen for himself. But that does not mean that it does not suit him. The coin itself is smaller and more subtle than Wrathion's ruby necklace, and the lion's head design is--
His. Unashamedly so. To see him wearing it...
"Yes," Anduin says, flicking his eyes up to meet Wrathion's, a subtle flush coloring his light skin as he does. "Yes, I -- think it does, rather."
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Anduin allows himself a moment to consider his reply, reaching to toy with the medallion again, smoothing his hands over the lapels of Wrathion's jacket, as if adjusting his already immaculate attire. It -- may not have been something Wrathion had chosen for himself. But that does not mean that it does not suit him. The coin itself is smaller and more subtle than Wrathion's ruby necklace, and the lion's head design is--
His. Unashamedly so. To see him wearing it...
"Yes," Anduin says, flicking his eyes up to meet Wrathion's, a subtle flush coloring his light skin as he does. "Yes, I -- think it does, rather."