Why do the gods do anything, sits upon the tip of his tongue, poised and ready to strike in the face of the question. But it isn't enough of a question - nor is it for him to answer - to respond.
Metal clangs to the ground satisfactorily, and only then does he loose his grip enough to let the smaller man off the wall, his hand keeping a tight grip around his wrist. It's with that wrist he pulls the man close again, twisting him on a point until he's faced away, back to a broad chest and the collar of his shirt gripped as though he's being scruffed like an animal.
At least it seems he isn't underestimating the possibility that Gortash might slip out of his grip. The two hands anchored heavily on his new pet - one at the back of his neck, the other still tight around a wrist pulled up to his lower back - push forward.
They aren't having this conversation here, not when there is a ceremony to finish.
"We will return to finish your joining ceremony and then I will find suitable punishment for running. As fun as it was chasing you, you must learn your place."
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Metal clangs to the ground satisfactorily, and only then does he loose his grip enough to let the smaller man off the wall, his hand keeping a tight grip around his wrist. It's with that wrist he pulls the man close again, twisting him on a point until he's faced away, back to a broad chest and the collar of his shirt gripped as though he's being scruffed like an animal.
At least it seems he isn't underestimating the possibility that Gortash might slip out of his grip. The two hands anchored heavily on his new pet - one at the back of his neck, the other still tight around a wrist pulled up to his lower back - push forward.
They aren't having this conversation here, not when there is a ceremony to finish.
"We will return to finish your joining ceremony and then I will find suitable punishment for running. As fun as it was chasing you, you must learn your place."