Gortash feels the weight of what is said but does not comprehend fully, his understanding incomplete because he would never know Bhaal's ultimate goal in all of this. But he still absorbs the importance, both what is apparent and sensing something between shadow and soul that he is not meant to know. The Dark Urge is making an accord known that he has no intention to slake his more -- lethal thirsts. Not here. And while the Bhaalspawn contains many things, the need to outright lie has never been one of them.
And that in itself frees his partner from a thought that has not been far from his mind, even if kept at bay. But just as much as he understands that, he also knows that to give it life through words is a grave show of trust. And inwardly Enver Gortash feels a similar truth.
"This place will not be an altar for my god, either."
Because they are allies. Because the Dark Urge it too much who he is to be something that has needed to be stringently controlled by anyone but himself.
Because in this, they are equals.
His hands find the Dark Urge's face, the warmth of his cheeks, tracing the line of his jaw. Gortash closes the distance between them even further and kisses him. More lingering now, venturing, a promise and something precious.
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And that in itself frees his partner from a thought that has not been far from his mind, even if kept at bay. But just as much as he understands that, he also knows that to give it life through words is a grave show of trust. And inwardly Enver Gortash feels a similar truth.
"This place will not be an altar for my god, either."
Because they are allies. Because the Dark Urge it too much who he is to be something that has needed to be stringently controlled by anyone but himself.
Because in this, they are equals.
His hands find the Dark Urge's face, the warmth of his cheeks, tracing the line of his jaw. Gortash closes the distance between them even further and kisses him. More lingering now, venturing, a promise and something precious.