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Dorian Pavus
@sparkler (33), Tevinter, Thedas

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I WAS A: Incredibly privileged know-it-all with a family complex. I got better.

I'M SKILLED IN: Talking about myself excessively. Calling everyone names. Also, some magic and archiving.

I'M LOOKING FOR: A way to stop feeling so helpless in the absence of home.

ALSO, I'M: Very tired. All the time.

Comments

[priorly]

[Terrible and wonderful, dirty and beautiful, the only place Prior would ever have called home, given the choice. Also: no dragons outside of Chinese New Year.]

You've brought me flowers and bought me drinks. Not to tarnish your image of me but I may have put out for less, in the past. [Less like a wink and a nod toward the bathrooms.] Do you get the book of fire puns when you develop the talent, or does part of the training involve working on your act?

[flashystyle]

[Still has batshit angels, though. He prefers the dragons.]

It was something I picked up myself, to charm men. Or rather, charm men more than I do by simply existing. [He can't really make the effort to look scandalized - god knows he didn't have any standards.] Just in the past?

[priorly]

What would you have done if your affinity was for a different element? Nobody's gotten laid with a joke about wind. [He pauses his answer to the next question. It's not new, but the man it makes him look is different to the way he sees himself.] Well nothing recently. I've had a slight dry spell - only five years or so. Monogamy and disease are quite the one-two punch.

[flashystyle]

Five years isn't so bad. [Dorian reaches, desperately. He knows from personal experience that five years is terrible.] Well, anyone would be lucky to have you. When you want to be had.

[priorly]

Five years is terrible, [Please, Dorian.] Fortunately all but the last eight months were down to fidelity. Not as dire as people think, if anything I'd call us oversexed. But he walked out when disease walked in and here we are - not wanting isn't the issue. I imagine lepers must still crave someone to hold their hands, even if it means losing a finger.

[flashystyle]

[Prior, please, he doesn't know what that means. He has the gist of it, though.] And then his life went downhill after making what might be the biggest mistake he could possibly make, I'm sure.

[priorly]

[Sardonically] God I hope so. Admittedly the world did end, but it doesn't really feel like enough.

ignore me giving access

[flashystyle]

His own personal hell would be more ideal, hm? That sounds like what he deserves.

cant believe you took back your gift

[priorly]

Oh Louis was his own personal hell. I'm concerned that may be my type.

you don't deserve it, JIM

[flashystyle]

[He probably shouldn't laugh at that, but he can't help it. Give him a moment.]

What would a saying for that be? You've picked the messiest bed, now lie in it?

need a new secret identity brb

[priorly]

[Surely there's no reply to that but to glance at the bed he's currently lying in, spreading his arms like he's displaying the top prize on a gameshow.]

i can't wait for it

[flashystyle]

[Dorian gives him an incredulous look, but it falters in second. He's laughing again now, unexpectedly but more easily than he thought he could. He leans forward with a low, stern voice, betrayed by the grin still on his face.]

This is not the messiest bed you could have picked.

[priorly]

[Pleased by that sound, Prior raises a finger - at first a gesture of taking the point, it becomes a weapon to dot Dorian's nose with.]

That's right, I forgot, this one's only a temporary stop.

[flashystyle]

[There’s something unguarded there a moment - a flash of something that looks almost like sadness. Then it’s gone, sucked up into a smile and dismissive wave of his hand.]

You'll miss me when you're gone.

[priorly]

[It doesn't go unnoticed, though Prior won't say in so many words.]

I think you're right. Thank heaven for problems with simple resolutions.

[flashystyle]

The simplest being that you actually go to sleep.

[He leans back, slightly more resigned than before, but making a show of seeming anything but.]

You've gone and used most of the time you gave yourself.

[priorly]

But not wasted it. [Who knows if lying down for so relatively short a span of time will work out to be a good or bad idea, but if he lets himself rest the way he should he won't get up for a week. He makes a show of settling down, for Dorian's sake, and huffs-] If only you could find some way to save me from missing you too painfully.

[flashystyle]

[Maker, he really is slamming that home, isn't he. Part of him just wants to say no, tough luck, and settle in to pretend he's sleeping. It'd be easier, if a bit awkward at least, hurtful at most. But it's the other half of him that usually wins over, despite his attempts not to be so sensitive.]

I don't know if you deserve anything, what with you leaving me in the first place. [He says, blasé. But he turns his head to look back at him, and his hand twitches from his side.] Let me think on my options. I can't go with you, and you won't stay forever, so...

[Dorian's kisses aren't on the corners of mouths or brief. He's not the sort to do them so casually. No, he initiates quickly as not to back out, but kisses slowly, with a hand snaking through hair like it'll end too soon.]

[priorly]

[And it's... entirely not what Prior was trying to prompt. Not out of the clear blue sky, perhaps, there were those two quick kisses on his part, one fond, the other in trade for Dorian's sorrows, the groundless, intolerable guilt that Prior couldn't think to dismiss with any other gesture. But neither of them - none of this has been intended as seduction (not to say he's never thought of it, in lighter times, on better days). So reciprocation is unexpected, and barely seen coming, which means that Prior startles at first, catching the air out of Dorian's mouth in surprise.

But he softens, leans up and into the kiss, turns it less pliant and more demanding as the hand that had splayed out against Dorian's chest slips up to curl at the back of his neck, skin impossibly warm. He could make a dozen heat puns if he weren't otherwise occupied. Even when they break for new breath he's still distracted, keeping Dorian close enough that his focus is a dizzy thing.]

I was going to say you should come over more. When you're back. It would keep me from missing you too long.

[flashystyle]

[For as smart as he is, Dorian didn't quite think far beyond "he kissed me, he kissed me" and "I should kiss him before I can't." The alternative of just continuing to talk it out was reasonable, of course, but entirely unsatisfactory and likely to leave him lying awake even when Prior's gone home. Well—this is undoubtedly going to leave him awake anyway, so really, just unsatisfactory.

He doesn't have a leg to stand on (metaphorically, since one of them really doesn't) with that. There is really no excuse, other than the inability not to act on impulsiveness. The little thinking he does on it during Prior's surprise makes his shoulders tense and relax all in the span of a few seconds, question whether or not he should pull away whilst he's all but leaning into the touch. He stills, eventually, to catch his breath and allow himself to think it went relatively well.

And immediately forgets how to when he hears that. What a rollercoaster.]

... Do you think any of these windows open? I'm just wondering, hypothetically, if a man would like to climb out into the vortex of space...

[priorly]

[Prior cuts off that anxious little flurry with one hand raised and the other wrapped tight in the front of Dorian's shirt. Stop, come on.]

I can't say I regret the miscommunication. Though you really should come over more.

[It's taken him a minute, admittedly, but there's a faint flush that's now caught up with the kiss, painting some life into his cheeks. And a smile he keeps trying to straighten out only to find it won't hold its line. Thank god for someone else impulsive, and unexpected moments that leave him feeling almost giddy, laughing for the first time since he forgot how.

It's not like he hasn't thought of it. On better, brighter days. But, maybe it's a darker one that needs it.

It went well, Dorian. And when Prior kisses him back it goes well, too, so long as he doesn't object to being left with someone all but in his lap at the end of it.]

Come over and do that more.