Percy's voice curls at the edge of Dorian’s ear like smoke—warm, conspiratorial, and just sharp enough to sting. His hand rests low at Dorian’s back, deceptively casual, guiding them through the slow rhythm of the waltz. Around them, nobles chatter and laugh, unaware—or pretending to be.
"You think I asked you to dance for the view?" he murmurs, lips ghosting dangerously close as they turn. "I needed a moment where no one would question why my hand is on your body, and your pulse is spiking."
He smiles—slow, wicked, amused.
"There’s a countess with a blackmail ledger tucked beneath her petticoats, a spy posing as a valet, and a vote hanging in the balance that could unravel a very delicate piece of my empire."
A dip, subtle and intimate. He doesn't break eye contact.
"You, Dorian, are not here because I trust you. You’re here because you’re just reckless enough to make things disappear and just pretty enough that no one looks too closely when you do."
He leans in closer—mouth near jaw, breath warm.
"So, tell me, darling... are you going to behave tonight?"
A pause. His smile turns razor-sharp.
"Or shall we give them something to whisper about after the blood dries?"
Re: Dorian Storm | Critical Role | OTA
Percy's voice curls at the edge of Dorian’s ear like smoke—warm, conspiratorial, and just sharp enough to sting. His hand rests low at Dorian’s back, deceptively casual, guiding them through the slow rhythm of the waltz. Around them, nobles chatter and laugh, unaware—or pretending to be.
"You think I asked you to dance for the view?" he murmurs, lips ghosting dangerously close as they turn. "I needed a moment where no one would question why my hand is on your body, and your pulse is spiking."
He smiles—slow, wicked, amused.
"There’s a countess with a blackmail ledger tucked beneath her petticoats, a spy posing as a valet, and a vote hanging in the balance that could unravel a very delicate piece of my empire."
A dip, subtle and intimate. He doesn't break eye contact.
"You, Dorian, are not here because I trust you. You’re here because you’re just reckless enough to make things disappear and just pretty enough that no one looks too closely when you do."
He leans in closer—mouth near jaw, breath warm.
"So, tell me, darling... are you going to behave tonight?"
A pause. His smile turns razor-sharp.
"Or shall we give them something to whisper about after the blood dries?"