It's a ridiculously romantic notion, one that settles heavy in his chest as it becomes more apparent that this is, in fact, something tender. Something to cherish and cultivate. In a place like this, it's probably impossible to stay monogamous, how everything is pushing everyone into situations that are different or uncomfortable, but in some ways, it's also a challenge to be present in what they make of their lives, how they revolve around the ones who are important enough to them to risk everything. Now, more than ever, Dorian is that person, and even if it's temporary, even if it's fleeting and likely to go unremembered, at least he would have had something in his time here.
Larus tilts his face to look at him, wanting the touch and his warmth and whatever else that comes with it. His secrets, his truths, his cruelty and his kindness. Because it will be tested, constantly and without fail. They will suffer more than the strains of a relationship only affected by normalcy, and it's something he's allowing himself to have even as he accepts that it might not be forever. ]
I've always come back to you, Dorian.
[ Soft words, gentle agreement. It's all he thinks that needs to be said right now, pushing up to close the gap he's created and taking a kiss of his own. There's no roughness to it, but he seeks the same sort of depth as Dorian had when he'd thrown himself at him without explanation the moment he'd returned. ]
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It's a ridiculously romantic notion, one that settles heavy in his chest as it becomes more apparent that this is, in fact, something tender. Something to cherish and cultivate. In a place like this, it's probably impossible to stay monogamous, how everything is pushing everyone into situations that are different or uncomfortable, but in some ways, it's also a challenge to be present in what they make of their lives, how they revolve around the ones who are important enough to them to risk everything. Now, more than ever, Dorian is that person, and even if it's temporary, even if it's fleeting and likely to go unremembered, at least he would have had something in his time here.
Larus tilts his face to look at him, wanting the touch and his warmth and whatever else that comes with it. His secrets, his truths, his cruelty and his kindness. Because it will be tested, constantly and without fail. They will suffer more than the strains of a relationship only affected by normalcy, and it's something he's allowing himself to have even as he accepts that it might not be forever. ]
I've always come back to you, Dorian.
[ Soft words, gentle agreement. It's all he thinks that needs to be said right now, pushing up to close the gap he's created and taking a kiss of his own. There's no roughness to it, but he seeks the same sort of depth as Dorian had when he'd thrown himself at him without explanation the moment he'd returned. ]