[ he wants to be comfortable there, with him, and though it will take a while, larus also knows it's just a matter of time. there's a connection between them he wants to cultivate, regardless of his feelings for a certain telepath back home, and he needs to try being flexible with dorian, glancing at him directly for a moment before deciding to follow through and reach out to touch him. at first, it's a light graze along his arm. then, almost carefully, he presses his fingers against his wrist.
the thought keeps needling at him—the stain of red along fair skin. ]
I'm not in a hurry. I probably shouldn't visit the Down for at least a few days anyway.
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the thought keeps needling at him—the stain of red along fair skin. ]
I'm not in a hurry. I probably shouldn't visit the Down for at least a few days anyway.