he'd never really understood that part of himself, how he just knows it's out there, but he can sense it the very moment he opens his eyes, quickly moving from the bed to tug the curtains tightly over the window before retreating to a corner of the room to sit in a chair that had been placed there. having never stayed at dorian's before, he listens to the sounds of the people in the building waking up and then dorian himself, lingering only a little longer than his obvious entrance into the kitchen before emerging.
larus' hair is still a mess, having dried so that some of the wave in his hair falls chaotically, and he'd carefully buttoned the shirt to cover himself while also rolling up the cuffs to free his wrists and hands. but whatever he might look like doesn't matter, feeling much more energized and having healed while he'd slept. if anything remains, it'll be gone by the time the sun goes down. and rather than rush into the main room, he stands in the hallway to watch dorian for a few seconds longer.
he doesn't think he's ready for this conversation, but it needs to be done. ]
How are you feeling? [ it's asked as he crosses the space between them to join him on the loveseat, a bit more at ease than he has been the last few times they've spent time together there. ]
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he'd never really understood that part of himself, how he just knows it's out there, but he can sense it the very moment he opens his eyes, quickly moving from the bed to tug the curtains tightly over the window before retreating to a corner of the room to sit in a chair that had been placed there. having never stayed at dorian's before, he listens to the sounds of the people in the building waking up and then dorian himself, lingering only a little longer than his obvious entrance into the kitchen before emerging.
larus' hair is still a mess, having dried so that some of the wave in his hair falls chaotically, and he'd carefully buttoned the shirt to cover himself while also rolling up the cuffs to free his wrists and hands. but whatever he might look like doesn't matter, feeling much more energized and having healed while he'd slept. if anything remains, it'll be gone by the time the sun goes down. and rather than rush into the main room, he stands in the hallway to watch dorian for a few seconds longer.
he doesn't think he's ready for this conversation, but it needs to be done. ]
How are you feeling? [ it's asked as he crosses the space between them to join him on the loveseat, a bit more at ease than he has been the last few times they've spent time together there. ]