[That earns a flare of frustration, the feeling pushed further by the influence spiderwebbing through his veins. The portrait is leaching it away slowly, but not quickly enough that it isn’t taking its toll. Larus is reacting calmly, neutrally, and it’s not what he wants when he’s in the mood to pick a fight.]
Then leave. [Dorian flicks his hand away from where it’s being held, and into the air.] As if I care where you go and what you do with your time.
[Except that he usually does care. Does feel an overarching sense of protectiveness for the connection forged here, and the man standing in front of him.]
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Then leave. [Dorian flicks his hand away from where it’s being held, and into the air.] As if I care where you go and what you do with your time.
[Except that he usually does care. Does feel an overarching sense of protectiveness for the connection forged here, and the man standing in front of him.]