[ as it suits him? there's a lot to unpack with that offer and even more to think about.
it's strange to feel as if dorian reads his mind just then, uncomfortable suddenly, but he swallows it in lieu of focusing on the way dorian touches him instead. just a brush of fingers, the warmth of his hand so close to his face. larus catches his eyes, wishing he could be normal and simply stay. encourage more intimacy between them and not overthink it. that isn't him though, and he gently grips dorian's wrist again, searching for his pulse as if he needs it to breathe. ]
Just tomorrow. I don't want this to become an inconvenience or something either of us might regret.
[It's less mind reading and more that Larus strikes him as the deep-thinking kind. Someone with veins of feeling that run straight to the depths to his core. Dorian feels as though he's seen some of it in ways that he imagines were, at times, inadvertent.
It's interesting and not his own style at all. It's easy, too, for Dorian to imagine it being tiring for someone like that to not have the space and time to withdraw.
When he wants to be and when someone deserves it in his estimation, he can be kind. Larus is someone he feels personally drawn to and who gets his caring and effort.]
Duly noted. [The corners of his lips curve up, and he reaches out with his free hand to lay on the back of Larus' neck as he leans in for a kiss.] I'll see you when I see you.
[ the kiss is rather easy to lean into, letting it happen as much as he sinks into it. it's brief though, not wanting to tempt himself further than he's allowed tonight. he can taste the tea, and larus knows he'll spend hours wandering the down with that specific thought on his mind before the others filter in. ]
Tomorrow, [ he promises, pressing another kiss to the corner of dorian's mouth. ] I can see myself out. You should try to rest.
[ a gentle stroke of his thumb down the side of dorian's cheek, and he leaves his seat behind. ]
[It's an intimate exit that Larus has to offer him on his way out, and also an enjoyable one. Dorian collects the empty mug on the countertop as he watches the vampire go, and then smiles slightly to himself as his front door clicks shut and bathes his rooms in an oppressive silence.
Larus is good. Surprising. Unique.
There's a lot that he imagines will happen in a day, or however long it is until the next time they meet, but he doesn't think it will matter. This is something interesting and worthwhile, and that he's prepared to pursue.
Whatever that may end up meaning for both, or either one of them.]
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it's strange to feel as if dorian reads his mind just then, uncomfortable suddenly, but he swallows it in lieu of focusing on the way dorian touches him instead. just a brush of fingers, the warmth of his hand so close to his face. larus catches his eyes, wishing he could be normal and simply stay. encourage more intimacy between them and not overthink it. that isn't him though, and he gently grips dorian's wrist again, searching for his pulse as if he needs it to breathe. ]
Just tomorrow. I don't want this to become an inconvenience or something either of us might regret.
[ not that he does. it's just a precaution. ]
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It's interesting and not his own style at all. It's easy, too, for Dorian to imagine it being tiring for someone like that to not have the space and time to withdraw.
When he wants to be and when someone deserves it in his estimation, he can be kind. Larus is someone he feels personally drawn to and who gets his caring and effort.]
Duly noted. [The corners of his lips curve up, and he reaches out with his free hand to lay on the back of Larus' neck as he leans in for a kiss.] I'll see you when I see you.
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Tomorrow, [ he promises, pressing another kiss to the corner of dorian's mouth. ] I can see myself out. You should try to rest.
[ a gentle stroke of his thumb down the side of dorian's cheek, and he leaves his seat behind. ]
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[It's an intimate exit that Larus has to offer him on his way out, and also an enjoyable one. Dorian collects the empty mug on the countertop as he watches the vampire go, and then smiles slightly to himself as his front door clicks shut and bathes his rooms in an oppressive silence.
Larus is good. Surprising. Unique.
There's a lot that he imagines will happen in a day, or however long it is until the next time they meet, but he doesn't think it will matter. This is something interesting and worthwhile, and that he's prepared to pursue.
Whatever that may end up meaning for both, or either one of them.]