[ Athelstan tried to keep hold of the axe even when the other grabbed his wrist but the heat surprises him, the axe falling out of his grip. There's not really any time otherwise to think about what plan of attack to use next.
He sucks in a harsh breath as he's shoved and pinned against the door, unable to regain use of his hands. He tries to ignore the clearly sick and devilish part of his brain that thinks this is alluring, arousing even. The anger isn't really dissipating as the other's lips come far too close to his own.
How are his hands so warm, how had his grip been so hot? There's questions bubbling up. ]
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Date: 2018-01-24 12:18 am (UTC)He sucks in a harsh breath as he's shoved and pinned against the door, unable to regain use of his hands. He tries to ignore the clearly sick and devilish part of his brain that thinks this is alluring, arousing even. The anger isn't really dissipating as the other's lips come far too close to his own.
How are his hands so warm, how had his grip been so hot? There's questions bubbling up. ]
Clearly if you use magic.