Anduin allows his hands to linger, fingers curled in the fabric of Wrathion's lapels, keeping him close. He studies Wrathion's face, watching the expressions play through his eyes from so little distance between them.
The medallion is clearly a complicated gift. Much more so than Anduin had had any intention for it to be. Wrathion had accepted it willingly, however. He is wearing it willingly. And he had said that it would please him to do so. Anduin does not think he would lie to him in such a way, simply to make him happy.
He offers his companion a soft smile, before reaching up to tuck another curl away from his face. Turning his arm so the light catches the cuff on his wrist -- the cuff that Wrathion had made, only for him.
"What about this?" he finds himself asking. "Does it please you to know that I wear it? Even if you cannot see it, to understand that is there with me always." Perhaps the intent behind the cuff and the medallion were not quite the same. And yet...
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The medallion is clearly a complicated gift. Much more so than Anduin had had any intention for it to be. Wrathion had accepted it willingly, however. He is wearing it willingly. And he had said that it would please him to do so. Anduin does not think he would lie to him in such a way, simply to make him happy.
He offers his companion a soft smile, before reaching up to tuck another curl away from his face. Turning his arm so the light catches the cuff on his wrist -- the cuff that Wrathion had made, only for him.
"What about this?" he finds himself asking. "Does it please you to know that I wear it? Even if you cannot see it, to understand that is there with me always." Perhaps the intent behind the cuff and the medallion were not quite the same. And yet...