[ He stiffens at first, and makes to pull away, but then the mana begins to flow. He inhales sharply, gasps into Gil's mouth. His grip on the other man's shoulders tightens, but the rest of his muscles relax, fed as they are by the sudden influx of power. Because that was the crux of it, that was the core of the blood elf addiction. Magic was power in its most raw form, and it was this that they sought as a race, it was this that each one of them craved. Much as he'd like to be, Adrasteius is no exception.
The mana courses through his veins, pure and bright and potent. As the kiss goes on, as he lets it deepen, he feels fresh vigor in his limbs, feels his mind sharpen and his muscles grow taut. But he knows that in a few moments more, that sharpness will turn dull. His mind will soften and become malleable; he will be desperate to have more and more, to not just slake his thirst but gorge it. Already he feels the tug, the fierce pull in his burning blood.
So he pulls away, breathing hard. The color is restored to skin; his eyes are luminous. The air around him crackles with energy, shimmering and dangerous. He grips the counter, his heart racing. ]
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[ He stiffens at first, and makes to pull away, but then the mana begins to flow. He inhales sharply, gasps into Gil's mouth. His grip on the other man's shoulders tightens, but the rest of his muscles relax, fed as they are by the sudden influx of power. Because that was the crux of it, that was the core of the blood elf addiction. Magic was power in its most raw form, and it was this that they sought as a race, it was this that each one of them craved. Much as he'd like to be, Adrasteius is no exception.
The mana courses through his veins, pure and bright and potent. As the kiss goes on, as he lets it deepen, he feels fresh vigor in his limbs, feels his mind sharpen and his muscles grow taut. But he knows that in a few moments more, that sharpness will turn dull. His mind will soften and become malleable; he will be desperate to have more and more, to not just slake his thirst but gorge it. Already he feels the tug, the fierce pull in his burning blood.
So he pulls away, breathing hard. The color is restored to skin; his eyes are luminous. The air around him crackles with energy, shimmering and dangerous. He grips the counter, his heart racing. ]
... it's done.