[ It worked out for the Dhampir, for a little while at least. The legends and tales the Speakers shared eventually brought to him the two people he would come to adore most in the world. Only... Even that didn't last did it? Before Adrian was spirited away to this place, one of the last memories he has, is of his Scholer and Hunter leaving together, without him.
Stories and fables don't always reach the people they're meant to either. Reminiscing how two more followed in the wake of Belnadaes and Belmont. Two opportunistic Vampire hunters who manipulated and used the fact Adrian wanted to be wanted against him- But, he'd rather not think of that now, far too unpleasant an experience and he doesn't want to sour his mood.
There's no doubt in Adrian's mind that Dorian could destroy him. The man was perfect in every single way the Dhampir could see, and he knew himself that pretty things, perfect things had a way of getting under your skin. Still, he wanted to let Dorian under his skin, wanted to feel him stick in there like the thorn of a rose.
As for who he was referring to, he'd keep it to himself then. If Dorian didn't think it was him, then that was alright, he would feel far too anxious if he called him out on it right there and then. After all, it's nothing more than a little crush. ]
A picture? Yes, I'd like that. You could keep a copy for yourself, call it a thank you on my behalf.
[ Subtle? Hopefully, it was subtle enough.
Letting Dorian drag him along, happy to put himself in the other man's hands, smiling as he followed him to the bedroom. That port remained with him, taking a large mouthful of it as his nervousness got the better of him. He was nervous about what he'd find in that room, nervous that he wouldn't look are beautiful as Dorian has imagined. ]
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Stories and fables don't always reach the people they're meant to either. Reminiscing how two more followed in the wake of Belnadaes and Belmont. Two opportunistic Vampire hunters who manipulated and used the fact Adrian wanted to be wanted against him- But, he'd rather not think of that now, far too unpleasant an experience and he doesn't want to sour his mood.
There's no doubt in Adrian's mind that Dorian could destroy him. The man was perfect in every single way the Dhampir could see, and he knew himself that pretty things, perfect things had a way of getting under your skin. Still, he wanted to let Dorian under his skin, wanted to feel him stick in there like the thorn of a rose.
As for who he was referring to, he'd keep it to himself then. If Dorian didn't think it was him, then that was alright, he would feel far too anxious if he called him out on it right there and then. After all, it's nothing more than a little crush. ]
A picture? Yes, I'd like that. You could keep a copy for yourself, call it a thank you on my behalf.
[ Subtle? Hopefully, it was subtle enough.
Letting Dorian drag him along, happy to put himself in the other man's hands, smiling as he followed him to the bedroom. That port remained with him, taking a large mouthful of it as his nervousness got the better of him. He was nervous about what he'd find in that room, nervous that he wouldn't look are beautiful as Dorian has imagined. ]