On Your Doorstep

[onlycareaboutshipping]

On Your Doorstep

They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.

But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.

Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.

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[footsies]

If you wouldn't mind, I would appreciate it.

[ Dorian tilts his head a touch, making it easier to get it inspected. Maker, he hopes it's not broken, he happens to like his nose very much. ]

I'll be out of your hair in the morning and can pay you once I get back to my own place.

[dyingisnotdead]

You certainly consider yourself a charmer, don't you.

[Loras frowns slightly; it doesn't look broken, and after a bit more gentle touching, he puts a bandage over the cut, and pulls back.]

I don't need your money. And I think you are well off as you are going to be, until you can heal yourself.