[Those words, and the way the smooth-featured, usually stoic, face before him melts into a heartfelt expression, hits Dorian at his core. It's catnip, and one of the things that's been dragging him closer to this man all along. Body carved from monstrous stone, but a soft heart. The gentle, fond words rolling through his thoughts make him want to drag Larus closer and tighten his grip on his throat all at once.
Rejecting his feelings is easier, and the reflexive choice. Dorian jumps at it. For a moment he tightens his grip, digging fingers into soft, chill flesh. And then, overwhelmed with feeling and the need to get away and think, he simply lets go completely.]
Then you're doing to die. [Something he thought one of the first times they met, during a conversation much like this. But that was back when he didn't feel so wholly involved with Larus, and what's happening between them.] And soon.
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Rejecting his feelings is easier, and the reflexive choice. Dorian jumps at it. For a moment he tightens his grip, digging fingers into soft, chill flesh. And then, overwhelmed with feeling and the need to get away and think, he simply lets go completely.]
Then you're doing to die. [Something he thought one of the first times they met, during a conversation much like this. But that was back when he didn't feel so wholly involved with Larus, and what's happening between them.] And soon.
[He doesn't want it. God help him, he doesn't.]