[ it's certainly not what he'd expected, clearly surprised as he takes the slightest step backwards to look at him. there's water trickling down his face, nearly getting into his eyes, and larus brushes at it, making an attempt at accessing what he's supposed to do with such a comment. nothing comes to him, of course. his confusion is almost palpable as he continues to stare at him. ]
You said not to ask you about a contract. How is this any different?
[ it's not a denial or an acceptance quite yet.
his hands move to catch dorian's too, curling lightly around his wrists and resting his thumbs against the pulse there. just to listen, to feel. to touch him and know that none of this is some elaborate illusion. he's so focused that dorian could probably see the intensity of it simply by looking at him in return. ]
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You said not to ask you about a contract. How is this any different?
[ it's not a denial or an acceptance quite yet.
his hands move to catch dorian's too, curling lightly around his wrists and resting his thumbs against the pulse there. just to listen, to feel. to touch him and know that none of this is some elaborate illusion. he's so focused that dorian could probably see the intensity of it simply by looking at him in return. ]