[ his hair is nearly soaked through by the time dorian touches him, resting a palm against the other's chest as he leans into the pressure of his mouth. the kiss is light, tender. there's something there he should pursue, but the ability to concentrate still isn't entirely there, turning his face away from him so that his lips graze the corner of his mouth. his cheek. ]
It depends on what it is you want to hear.
[ after all the blood, he's feeling a bit more amiable. enough to talk or even offer dorian whatever it might be that he wants. larus has an idea though, an inkling of one. he hasn't spoken much of how he'd come to be like this, and any push in that direction has been immediately deflected.
could he offer that story to him in exchange for his life? he doesn't know. ]
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It depends on what it is you want to hear.
[ after all the blood, he's feeling a bit more amiable. enough to talk or even offer dorian whatever it might be that he wants. larus has an idea though, an inkling of one. he hasn't spoken much of how he'd come to be like this, and any push in that direction has been immediately deflected.
could he offer that story to him in exchange for his life? he doesn't know. ]