[ With that lull between Larus' question and Dorian's response, he watches him. Some of the ways he moves reminds him of someone so young at times, sweet and innocent, and it certainly doesn't help that Dorian has an attractively youthful face. Not that Larus had been particularly moved by it at first; he'd been intrigued by the words, his actions. But now that they've spent more and more time together, it's grown on him. He's beautiful in ways that have nothing to do with his outward appearance, and even in the black stains that streak through him, the mystery and the moods, he's stunning.
It's that thought that catches him before Larus finally decides to digest what he says.
Something between them? Of course there is. As if he would ever give it a name, but the things he's said and what he's done for him, even if Dorian isn't entirely aware of it, says that to be true. He likes him, but there's more to it than that. Even if it's a mess, one Larus will struggle with because he doesn't want to be with Dorian and think of Casimir. Slowly, he unwinds it all and compartmentalizes those things, letting his fingers curl gently around the wrist of the hand at his chest. Just to hold on. ]
It's why I wanted to see you earlier, [ he admits slowly, having desired the closeness they've come to have between each other. ] Because something is there. Is this how you want it to be?
[ He means seizing it, making it theirs, but for once, Larus isn't even entirely sure what he means. ]
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It's that thought that catches him before Larus finally decides to digest what he says.
Something between them? Of course there is. As if he would ever give it a name, but the things he's said and what he's done for him, even if Dorian isn't entirely aware of it, says that to be true. He likes him, but there's more to it than that. Even if it's a mess, one Larus will struggle with because he doesn't want to be with Dorian and think of Casimir. Slowly, he unwinds it all and compartmentalizes those things, letting his fingers curl gently around the wrist of the hand at his chest. Just to hold on. ]
It's why I wanted to see you earlier, [ he admits slowly, having desired the closeness they've come to have between each other. ] Because something is there. Is this how you want it to be?
[ He means seizing it, making it theirs, but for once, Larus isn't even entirely sure what he means. ]