[ Within Adrasteius rests a deep, chaotic darkness; a rage stoked since he was a child, fed slowly and grown fat over the long years of his life. He knows it's there; knows what it can do. It's part of why he's so meticulously controlled now, so withheld, so careful. It's why he has so many tattoos. In Azeroth, it is impossible to walk fully in the Light. Light itself creates shadows, and all priests have to deal with this. And all magic is ultimately addicting; destructive. More so for his people than any other.
He breathes slowly, carefully, squeezing his eyes shut. He feels the anger drain from him, leaving him small again, soft and open and vulnerable to everything Gilgamesh is saying. He wants to resist it; to tell the other man to just go, to just live his own life and leave Adra out of it.
But he can't. Not with Gilgamesh. Not with the others like him, the ones who came before, who hurt him just as carelessly.
Adra looks at Gil, into the red, serpentine depths of his eyes. Was it true? Was anything kind he ever said really true?
He wants to believe in it, wants to believe he's something more than a cheap toy.
He murmurs. The long, golden curtain of his hair falls forward, obscuring his face. ]
You have my love, too, Gil. And damn the both of us for it, honestly.
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He breathes slowly, carefully, squeezing his eyes shut. He feels the anger drain from him, leaving him small again, soft and open and vulnerable to everything Gilgamesh is saying. He wants to resist it; to tell the other man to just go, to just live his own life and leave Adra out of it.
But he can't. Not with Gilgamesh. Not with the others like him, the ones who came before, who hurt him just as carelessly.
Adra looks at Gil, into the red, serpentine depths of his eyes. Was it true? Was anything kind he ever said really true?
He wants to believe in it, wants to believe he's something more than a cheap toy.
He murmurs. The long, golden curtain of his hair falls forward, obscuring his face. ]
You have my love, too, Gil. And damn the both of us for it, honestly.