[ he's not in any position to really argue over clothes, and most of the time, he doesn't particular care either way what they look like. when dorian returns, it's easy to tell it's certainly something he would never choose for himself but enough to match the darker colors he usually prefers—if only to blend in better with the shadows and hide any serious damage that might occur when he's out. larus takes them regardless, pulling those pants on and slipping his arms through the shirt without bothering to button it after he's reasonably dry. if the circumstances had been different, he might have found it odd to be dressed in dorian's clothes, but it's qkind of nice. ]
Thank you. [ there's a pause, taking dorian in and moving close to push damp hair out of his face. ] You've done more for me than anyone else has in a long time.
[ keeping him alive, taking him in. he still needs to process what being dorian's submissive will be like, but they can figure that out hours from now after things have settled. larus brushes his thumb over his cheek. ]
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Thank you. [ there's a pause, taking dorian in and moving close to push damp hair out of his face. ] You've done more for me than anyone else has in a long time.
[ keeping him alive, taking him in. he still needs to process what being dorian's submissive will be like, but they can figure that out hours from now after things have settled. larus brushes his thumb over his cheek. ]
Let me take you to bed.
[ so he can actually rest. ]