[ Wrathion's lips curl in victory, and he takes Anduin's offered hand -- eyes half-lidding for a moment at the warm surge of Chroma.
Then he crouches down in-front of Anduin, lets one knee drop to the ground for balance and raises a hand to pool flame slowly. Something to help the ice along as it melts. He smiles up at Anduin, playful yet also bittersweet. ]
There was a time you would have taken my hand without a thought.
[ Well, perhaps note entirely without a thought. With less caution than he now shows, though. Anduin had always known Wrathion was trouble, yet he had never suspected that trouble was a threat to him. Until things changed. ]
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Then he crouches down in-front of Anduin, lets one knee drop to the ground for balance and raises a hand to pool flame slowly. Something to help the ice along as it melts. He smiles up at Anduin, playful yet also bittersweet. ]
There was a time you would have taken my hand without a thought.
[ Well, perhaps note entirely without a thought. With less caution than he now shows, though. Anduin had always known Wrathion was trouble, yet he had never suspected that trouble was a threat to him. Until things changed. ]