[ Ah ... he's very close, now. Adrasteius can't deny: down in the depths of him, there are things as dark as midnight, sharp as blades. Desires that demand blood.
His gaze flicks back down to Gil, and he can see, too, a certain depth of interest. But how far does it go? How long would it last? He can already surmise that Gilgamesh thinks of everything--and everyone--as a conquest. So what does he do after the conquering?
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His gaze flicks back down to Gil, and he can see, too, a certain depth of interest. But how far does it go? How long would it last? He can already surmise that Gilgamesh thinks of everything--and everyone--as a conquest. So what does he do after the conquering?
Adra covers Gil's mouth with his free hand. ]
Smooth as a sheer drop off a cliff, you are.