[Those heavy movements. Larus shushing him. Rather than concerned, Dorian's interested, entertained in a slowly dawning sort of way, consciousness coming back to him with much less reluctance, because--]
Hardly. [He chuckles, a light and bright sound. Dorian helps in the removing of the blankets from his body, and then settles back in, a smile tugging at his lips as Larus kisses his way up his face. The choice only confirms the amusing, surprising thought tugging irresistibly at him.] Are you drunk?
[His hands fall to rest on the other man's sides, drawing him back just enough to look into Larus' face to assess him as best he can through the darkness. It's difficult. The way he's moving and what he's saying are a much better indicator.
If it's true, he's not going to judge for even a moment-- but it will be unexpected.]
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Hardly. [He chuckles, a light and bright sound. Dorian helps in the removing of the blankets from his body, and then settles back in, a smile tugging at his lips as Larus kisses his way up his face. The choice only confirms the amusing, surprising thought tugging irresistibly at him.] Are you drunk?
[His hands fall to rest on the other man's sides, drawing him back just enough to look into Larus' face to assess him as best he can through the darkness. It's difficult. The way he's moving and what he's saying are a much better indicator.
If it's true, he's not going to judge for even a moment-- but it will be unexpected.]