( no matter how tender the moment, dorian doesn't expect more than this. whatever sort of thing is happening right now will stay in this maker forsaken bog. it won't come up again. that's just how his life goes. they'll be back in mixed company sooner rather than later, and this night will just be another casualty to add to his list. what alistair says is proof enough of that. all the more pity there's been no further contact than this. then again, at least when the snub comes he'll be expecting it and it won't hurt as much. he's been a fool, and will correct that as quickly as he can.
it doesn't cross his mind that he might be a little too dramatic in damning this before it has a chance. past dictates the present, as far as he's concerned.
but, he doesn't let it show. that's an amateur mistake. and, when it comes to things like this dorian is no amateur. so, he smiles in a good natured sort of way. laughs. it's all very natural as he shifts to lay on his back and withdraws his hand. that arm drapes over his eyes instead. )
I don't think this is the place for anything. You have seen it, haven't you? Even the undead don't want to stay.
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it doesn't cross his mind that he might be a little too dramatic in damning this before it has a chance. past dictates the present, as far as he's concerned.
but, he doesn't let it show. that's an amateur mistake. and, when it comes to things like this dorian is no amateur. so, he smiles in a good natured sort of way. laughs. it's all very natural as he shifts to lay on his back and withdraws his hand. that arm drapes over his eyes instead. )
I don't think this is the place for anything. You have seen it, haven't you? Even the undead don't want to stay.