[ larus isn't giving himself time to think (or question) any of that. he's been comfortable with dorian for a while, even before their more intimate encounter, and so, it really doesn't surprise him that this feels about the same. slightly different given the fact they're both filthy, but regardless, it's good. he feels safe, and for the first time in a while, larus realizes he doesn't have to be so on edge.
there's a look narrowed in dorian's direction that says he doesn't know what that is. blood on the dance floor? ]
I never said I felt guilty, only that I owed you.
[ and as it grows warmer, larus falls silent once more as he urges them both inside under blissfully hot water. at first, all he does is stand there and soak it up, conscious of the sensation of it as the water at their feet begins to turn a much darker color. he closes his eyes, letting the seconds go by before speaking only slightly louder than the spray of the shower. ]
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there's a look narrowed in dorian's direction that says he doesn't know what that is. blood on the dance floor? ]
I never said I felt guilty, only that I owed you.
[ and as it grows warmer, larus falls silent once more as he urges them both inside under blissfully hot water. at first, all he does is stand there and soak it up, conscious of the sensation of it as the water at their feet begins to turn a much darker color. he closes his eyes, letting the seconds go by before speaking only slightly louder than the spray of the shower. ]
You weren't obligated to come to my rescue.