[ Leaning into a more comfortable side straddle of the couch, Adrian smiled as he felt Dorian's leg press against his own. These little touches were a delight to endure, each time Dorian came close, each time a part of him grazed a part of Adrian, it left him with a fleeting feeling of an excited sort of anxious. Taking the glass of port, inhaling the aroma before tasting a generous mouthful with a pleased-sounding hum. ]
How do I wish to be seen, Dorian?
[Inclining his head aside as he considered the possibilities of such a sentence. How did he wish to be seen? It was a deeper sentiment than first imagined. He wanted to be seen in a different light by different people. To the masses, he wished to be seen as the opposite of his father. To his friends, he wanted to be seen as trustworthy and honest. To those he adored and admired he wanted to be seen as beautiful and alluring and to the one he loved, he wished to be seen as equal. However, something tells him that's not the answer Dorian was looking for. Or is it? ]
Hmm, well...
[ Taking another drink of his port as he's toasted, tucking an unruly strand of platinum blonde hair behind a pale pointed ear. Crossing one leg over the other, his foot gently bouncing against Dorian's leg from the switch of position. ]
I feel I am unable to speak and untruth in your presence, Dorian, so I won't. When I dress, yes, I want to be seen. I want to radiate light, to draw people in like a beacon. I've spent such a long time being alone you see.
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How do I wish to be seen, Dorian?
[Inclining his head aside as he considered the possibilities of such a sentence. How did he wish to be seen? It was a deeper sentiment than first imagined. He wanted to be seen in a different light by different people. To the masses, he wished to be seen as the opposite of his father. To his friends, he wanted to be seen as trustworthy and honest. To those he adored and admired he wanted to be seen as beautiful and alluring and to the one he loved, he wished to be seen as equal. However, something tells him that's not the answer Dorian was looking for. Or is it? ]
Hmm, well...
[ Taking another drink of his port as he's toasted, tucking an unruly strand of platinum blonde hair behind a pale pointed ear. Crossing one leg over the other, his foot gently bouncing against Dorian's leg from the switch of position. ]
I feel I am unable to speak and untruth in your presence, Dorian, so I won't. When I dress, yes, I want to be seen. I want to radiate light, to draw people in like a beacon. I've spent such a long time being alone you see.