The hand to his face gentles his anger, makes a flicker of confusion momentarily cross Wrathion's face.
Their lips press together, and Wrathion feels his ability to stand falter.
One clawed hand grips down into Anduin's shoulder, the other slides around his waist and pulls him in tight. He doesn't know why they're kissing, here and now, and his hurt flutters anxiously. Is this a trick? A ploy by the Chained God? Has Anduin been taken from here, possessed, sent back here to seduce him?
He doesn't want to have to hurt him. Titans, he doesn't have the energy to do so. If that is what this is, then let him be seduced. Let him rain down whatever terrors the Chained God wants, if only he can be with Anduin a moment longer and be safe.
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Their lips press together, and Wrathion feels his ability to stand falter.
One clawed hand grips down into Anduin's shoulder, the other slides around his waist and pulls him in tight. He doesn't know why they're kissing, here and now, and his hurt flutters anxiously. Is this a trick? A ploy by the Chained God? Has Anduin been taken from here, possessed, sent back here to seduce him?
He doesn't want to have to hurt him. Titans, he doesn't have the energy to do so. If that is what this is, then let him be seduced. Let him rain down whatever terrors the Chained God wants, if only he can be with Anduin a moment longer and be safe.