"Oh, yes." There was heat in his words as a flicker of vulnerability passed through Dorian's gaze; a fleeting glimpse into a well of yearning and memory that was as vast as it was distant and shapeless. Just as he had once been. His tongue moistened his lips as a curious warmth spread across his cheeks. Inhaling resolutely, Dorian's jaw feathered beneath his beard just once, before the mask swiftly returned. His smile regained its polite and intrigued composure.
"Please do," Dorian agreed, the yearning momentarily tucked away. "Though I shouldn't imagine a monster would be too hard to find during LongNight. All that darkness within which to hide, you know?" The curve of his lips hinted at a shared knowledge, a silent understanding between him and Danta.
Without bothering to twist around to follow Danta's gaze, Dorian straightened and nodded before glancing at the bottle. "Best bring that," he suggested, "and perhaps a few more as well."
"Please do," Dorian agreed, the yearning momentarily tucked away. "Though I shouldn't imagine a monster would be too hard to find during LongNight. All that darkness within which to hide, you know?" The curve of his lips hinted at a shared knowledge, a silent understanding between him and Danta.
Without bothering to twist around to follow Danta's gaze, Dorian straightened and nodded before glancing at the bottle. "Best bring that," he suggested, "and perhaps a few more as well."
The high indifference some call fate
But we had names more intimate
But we had names more intimate
