[It's 2:30 AM when Dorian finally returns to the tower, tired and comfortably worn out, but invigorated. His only other contact that he feels anything approaching friendship for, Eloise, didn't pick up the phone in his selfish bid to find someone to talk to to distract himself. (It's a good thing, though, because he's only just started building that connection. With the mood he'd been in, it's purely a guess as to the kinds of things he might have said to her.) But Eloise not answering also means that Dorian spent most his time wandering, taking in two drinks at the Gray Room, and letting the early Spring cold seep beneath his skin. It had all given his thoughts time to settle. Allowed him to wonder at the strange and painful serendipity of finding someone new after he'd been so sure that Toby's death had taken away any and every inclination to this kind of connection. It had let him wrap his mind around the entire idea. To settle into the notion that this is happening.
The time away had brought him back to himself. His emotions had finally been able to stop churning, as the portrait unknowingly leached more of Grayson's vitae away and his senses cured the ache in his soul. All of it had allowed him to make up his mind.
So around 2:34 AM, the door to the suite opens with decisive vigor, and then Dorian's striding through. He shrugs his coat uncaringly from his shoulders and discards it onto the table by the door. And then turns to go find Larus. The vampire's helpfully settled on the couch, and Dorian diverts his path on a dime to close the distance between them.
He doesn't spare a single word. Joining Larus on the couch and bending over the other man. He meets his gaze for a flicker of a moment, and then reaches out to wrap an arm around the back of Larus' neck to drag the vampire into a hard, insistent kiss.
And it's a release, utterly and without restraint, a giving in to the feelings he'd resisted earlier, when their lips collide.]
5/10 (technically lawl), action
The time away had brought him back to himself. His emotions had finally been able to stop churning, as the portrait unknowingly leached more of Grayson's vitae away and his senses cured the ache in his soul. All of it had allowed him to make up his mind.
So around 2:34 AM, the door to the suite opens with decisive vigor, and then Dorian's striding through. He shrugs his coat uncaringly from his shoulders and discards it onto the table by the door. And then turns to go find Larus. The vampire's helpfully settled on the couch, and Dorian diverts his path on a dime to close the distance between them.
He doesn't spare a single word. Joining Larus on the couch and bending over the other man. He meets his gaze for a flicker of a moment, and then reaches out to wrap an arm around the back of Larus' neck to drag the vampire into a hard, insistent kiss.
And it's a release, utterly and without restraint, a giving in to the feelings he'd resisted earlier, when their lips collide.]