“You ruined me, you know.”
“Have I?” Gortash turns from the balcony, attention shifting to the Bhaalspawn, caught up in the way the warm glow from the fire illuminates Mavrik’s body, highlighting muscles and scars. The sight of such a fierce killer so relaxed, so his, sends his heart aflutter.
“I think we’re both ruining each other, my beloved.”
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I know what you're doin' here
Made your intentions clear
Oh you, you terrible thing, you
Terrible thing, you
Terrible thing, you
Beautiful thing
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Just gnawing on the thought that the earrings my durge wears are a pair Gortash gifted to him. They're a piece of his past he can't help but be drawn to. Something about them holds meaning and he yearns to know why.
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