[There's that smouldering look in those glowing red orbs and he can't help but duck his chin a little sheepishly. He bites the side of his lower lip and once Molly takes his cup, he'll gently reach up to tuck strands of loose hair behind his pointed blue ear.]
What? What are you looking at? [He knows, of course, Molly is enjoying him and the entire view that he is, but he's being modest. And he'll sip his cup innocently as that thin tail winds it's way comfortably around his thigh. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed with his gorgeous one-night stand and smile around the lip of his mug.]
Oh, yes its uhm--Oh, it's-- you missed my pah-pocket... [Warmth spreads up his cheeks and into his ears as that hand starts exploring more intimately beyond the edge of his comfy trousers. He doesn't shy away though, but he's debating putting that cup down as Molly gets closer.]
[ oh, oh, he's so handsome. the shyness that he gets in return isn't feigned, and somehow that just endears molly even more to dorian. molly's shy smile turns into a brighter one, more excited and eager as he slowly closes his lips around dorian's neck. his mug is set aside with minimal spilling, and the hand at the waistband of dorian's trousers dares to dip underneath it. his sharp nails drag at his hipbone, but he doesn't quite go further yet. he wants dorian to meet him where he is.
so he makes a little mark low on his collar before he parts, resting a smug face on the air genasi's shoulder. molly adjusts where he sits under the sheets, which pool around his waist and low on his hips. ]
did i? terribly sorry. should i keep searching? maybe it's lost in the sheets.
((No problem! Pleasures mine :) Besides TFLN is filling up quickly as to be expected.))
Mmm~Mnhmmm! [Half hummed with a nod, a response caught up in his pleasure as those lips find his neck. His own cup is white-knuckled if only for fear of suddenly dropping it if his limbs turn to noodles under Molly's skilled touch. He blindly finds the edge of the bedside table to set his own cup down with minimal spillage to free his hands. As those nails tease and rake low over his hip, Dorian's warm touch spreads out over scar-mapped purple skin. One hand slowly moves up the back of his neck to bury into the silken nest of dark waves, massaging the scalp and rubbing around one horn. His other hand rests at Molly's waist.
Those lips part near his ear to softly sigh, and give a pinched off little noise of discomfort at the mark being made. But it melts out into pleasure as his pulse flutters in his veins. For as articulate and charming as the Bard could be, he was so very sheltered and awkward at times. And when faced with the powerful force that was Mollymauk Tealeaf and his too-fucking-sexy self, he so often finds himself at a loss for proper words.]
I am -- most likely to get lost in those sheets myself.
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hhhf sorry if this one doesn't have much to respond to, he'll get randy in a minute
[ the way molly seems to pull all of the breath from dorian's lungs, the way he flusters him so easily, all of it entices him further. it seems to go both ways-- dorian has a hand in his hair and around a horn before he can pull at his pants further, an unexpected move that makes his jaw drop with a soft gasp. ]
let's get lost together, then.
[ molly takes dorian around his waist and lowers himself back to the bed, resuming a familiar position on his back. his knees fall open easily and he discards the sheet between them, leaving him as vulnerable to the genasi as he'd been the night before. new to him now, though, is a little more knowledge of dorian's body and what he likes. ]
can i touch you, dorian? [ he asks, his tone implying that he means a little more than what his hands currently occupy themselves with. they splay across dorian's abdomen, affectionately running along his waist and lower still to his hips. ]
[Dorian shifts easily with those guiding hands and crawls into bed over his lover, silken ombre strands cascading off his shoulders to curtain around them. His eyes roam down slowly as the sheet is pulled off that beautifully imperfect body. He lets his gaze hungrily rake back over every inch, remembering fondly how he mapped every curve and scar the night before.]
Gladly, darling. But one moment... [He reaches back into his pocket to actually produce those sugar cubes to place them aside. He knew once they got going those things would be dust and he didn't want to ruin a pair of perfectly fine sleeping trousers. With that done he brushes his hand off before tracing his fingers from a bare lavender hip, down the outside of Molly's thigh to hook behind a knee, guiding his leg up to hold at his waist. He shifts in just a fraction closer than as those hands play over his abdomen.]
Gods, yes, please. [He breathlessly gives permission and grins, leaning down to brush the tips of their noses in a small, affectionate nuzzle. All the while his lips and breath are ghosting over Molly's own in a tease.]
I appreciate you asking, but honestly, after last night you are welcome to have me --any part of me-- whenever you like. [With that he'll lean in to kiss him, slow and sensual to start.]
[ the blanket consent is given, and molly grins against that sensual kiss he's given. usually with his one night stands, he's happy to leave it at that, sneaking out in the middle of the night or leaving as soon as he's able. he takes and takes from his partners, basking in the attention they shower him with, but disappearing as soon as he's able to.
he doesn't want to do that to dorian. sure, he basks in that attention, but the moment he has a chance, he wants to return it, and maybe that should have been his first sign that something is different about him.
molly spreads his palms across dorian's chest, down his stomach and hips until he can slip past that waistband a second time. both hands grip his ass and squeeze, rolling him down against molly's hips in a playful reenactment of their night prior. molly keeps his hips rolling once the pleasure shoots up his spine, and frees one hand to hold dorian close in that kiss.
molly's breath goes short and he allows a soft moan to slip free, but he isn't in any hurry. just being close like this, touching, kissing, rolling in the sheets together... it's all he wants, right now. ]
[Dorian's not expecting more than a fling with Molly, but he's going to milk this time with him for all it's worth. He knows, in the end, when they've had their fun and their fill, that the Tiefling will probably slip off into the night and he may never see him again. He hopes, that there's some way they can meet up again somewhere down the road because he's enjoyed his company a lot. And if Dorian is honest with himself, he doesn't really want to be alone again. But he's prepared to carry on as he has been.
But right now, he's not really thinking that far ahead. He's barely able to think about anything other than the beautiful work of art and skill beneath him, and those hands exploring all over his body. He groans softly into the kiss as his ass is grabbed and his hips pulled down to grind into the pair below him. He rolls his body, arching his spine as he thrusts slowly, pressing them firmly together to create friction. He can feel his body responding eagerly to the attentions and knows the other is well on his way where they're rutting together in that slow, heated rhythm, like a dance.
He pulls back slowly to break the kiss, breaths rasping as he peers down into those bright red eyes. One hand braced on the bed, while the other slips down Molly's thigh and slowly over a hip to his belly. He traces up and over his skin, following the marks of scars and ink, tracing lines back up the Tieflings throat to gently cup his face. He bows his head to kiss him again, tongues tangling in a mimicry of the night before he captures his bottom lip with a soft tug. He buries his head in the crook of Molly's throat to kiss and nip at the peacock feathers along with his pulse, tracing his way down to a collarbone to mirror the mark the other left on him. He pulls on the skin hard, sucking it up between his teeth where he'll worry it a little to raise the blood to the surface and cause a pleasurable sting before letting go with an audible pop.
All the while he's still rolling and rocking his hips into the other, feeling him harden against his body. That hand on Molly's face caresses angled features, sweeping back to play along a pointed and pierced ear before moving up into his hairline and along one of his horns. He's tempted to roll them over, let Molly top him in whichever way he desires. Though he'd be happy to bury himself in the Tiefling like he had the night before.]
[That definitely makes two of them, for as charming and smooth as he may act.]
You don't have to tell me twice. I'm on my way.
[Orym's only waiting maybe ten minutes tops before there's a light, triple knock to let him know he was there, give him a chance to ... well, prepare or something. It's a fair warning, in any case, Dorian didn't want to burst in suddenly even if he is expected. Especially not with the problems they've all been dealing with, it's not like they haven't made enemies. Besides, it's the polite thing to do.]
Orym? Hey, it's Dorian. [He'll open the door and poke his head in, giving a little wave before inviting himself into their shared room. He closes the door behind them and brings in the stuff he's been gathering on his shopping trip. He likely got a list of things to get, probably from Orym and Fearne.]
Hey, so, sorry again about last night... but I'm here?
[He moves to sit on the bed and sets the sack of stuff down nearby. This is awkward, he feels awkward and a little embarrassed and just rubs the back of his neck.
He clears his throat. Gosh where does he even start? Hey, I like you and think you're really handsome and amazing and kind. And maybe I was an idiot for sleeping with someone else last night.]
[ It's strange, feeling tense at the thought of seeing Dorian. Orym's become used to looking forward to seeing him, not being apprehensive. To work out the odd nervousness suddenly gripping him he takes out his sword and starts polishing it, the repetitive motions helping to calm him somewhat.
He's still a little startled by the knock, but clearly Dorian knows how to tread lightly, so by the time the bard enters the room orym's sheathed his sword and is just finishing setting it against the wall, where his shield is. ]
Hey, [ he replies, looking up with a smile that he intends to be friendly but comes out looking a little too tight. His eyes fall on the items Dorian's brought with him and he nods, adding: ] Thanks for getting that stuff.
[ And then there's an awkward couple of minutes as he searches his brain for something to say, his eyes not quite reaching Dorian's. It's not until the other man clears his throat that Orym finally manages to look at him properly, and he takes a tentative step closer, so that he's standing just in front of him. ]
I'm not angry about last night, [ he starts, the words sounding more like an apology than anything else. ] Like I said, I'm not going to tell you who you can or can't... you know.
[ There's clearly more that he wants to say, but he struggles for a moment, finally just reaching out to place a hand on Dorian's knee, as if the touch will somehow make this easier. ]
[Oddly enough the touch does help and he can't help but give a soft, lop-sided smile. Orym's always been so warm and kind. He's a much-needed cornerstone of peace and stability in their very chaotic group. Not that he would trade his friends for the world, that chaos has brought with it so much fun and adventure. The parts where he nearly die he could do without but it's all very exciting compared to his life before meeting them. Orym was the glue of it all, he felt safe with the Halfling. He was far more strong and braver than he could ever be and there was so much wisdom and intelligence in that small, ferocious, and talented package.
Gods he really does have a crush doesn't he?]
No, no, I know you're not upset with me, but I can't help but feel like maybe... [He gently lays his hand over the one on his knee, thumb brushing his knuckles as he curls his fingers around Orym's own to hold his hand.]
Maybe I made a mistake, ya know? I might be kicking myself a little. Regrets. But I suppose that's just what comes with drinking entirely too much. Poor judgment.
[ Dorian's hand feels warm and soft, his skin so much smoother than Orym's, which has grown tough from his years of training with the blade. He's glad to have Dorian with him on this adventure, not least because of how chaotic - and, occasionally, reckless - the others can be. Dorian has his moments, too, but out of the party he's probably the second most responsible, the one Orym knows he can trust and depend upon when shit really hits the fan.
Which is why this odd tension feels so out of place. They've never really fought before, never had a true argument. Dorian's always been easy to understand, even if he's got more secrets than Orym can count.
The bard's explanation leaves Orym nodding a little, a sympathetic smile stretching across his face. ]
I don't think it's healthy to live in the past, [ he says slowly, more thoughtful than commanding. It's advice he'd been given more than once, since --
He shakes his head a little. It's not time for that now. ]
Do you want to talk about it? Your regrets, I mean.
[It is silly that he's feeling so awkward around Orym of all people. He, Fearne and Orym have grown so close, closer even than their newest companions, or even the ones they'd parted ways from. And of the original three, he and Orym have bonded a lot on their own adventures. So much so that Dorian cares a lot about what Orym thinks and perhaps that's why he feels so guilty for the night before or what the other might've thought about him for it. Even if the halfling has reassured him a number of times by now.
And some of that nervousness is the fluttering of budding feelings for the man he can easily call one of his best friends. Which in and of itself is still so very new. Sure, where he was from, what he was before, people loved him. He had friends but they weren't true friends, not like Oyrm. In fact, no one in his life had been nearly so genuine and real like the Ashari Fighter.]
That... that is very true. [He agrees though his eyes aren't quite meeting the shorter man's, cast off elsewhere as his free hand moves to tuck some hair behind a pointed ear. He clears his throat.]
You know, I uh, I'm not very good at this sort of thing. [Flirting with a stranger is one thing but opening up to a friend really shouldn't be so hard. But he's struggled with dancing around truths for so long now. Even if he were asked he might not exactly know WHY that is.]
We can talk, yes. I mean, it's you, I don't... I don't want to hide things from you, of all people. You've saved my life a time or two, I owe you the truth. [He sighs and takes a deep breath, glancing around and finding a half-drunk bottle of something strong from the night before. He holds up a finger as if to say "one moment". Orym does want him sober but he needs some liquid courage. Being forthright about himself and his feelings is his nightmare after all. After a quick swig and another deep breath, he'll nod and force himself to make eye contact.]
My regrets. I don't have many, just that, now that I've had time to consider my options I regret bringing a stranger into my bed when I could've had a friend I value more. I suppose I just, you know, I worry that it might... change things? I don't want to ruin what we have and I like you, Orym. I care a great deal about you and your friendship.
Nay. The heavens themselves deign my time more worthy of the pursuit of knowledge in the form of arduous study. 'Twould seem said study has been research on calamities and apocalypses as of late.
My work leaves scant time for the more carnal pursuits, alas.
[ Absolutely a nerd. But if no one else is going to watch the stars, it might as well be him. ]
Astrologian. I believeth myself to be the only practicioner of such on this star you call Tal'dorei, though a being who has been bestowed similar knowledge and manipulation of aether might yet cometh. 'Tis a matter of nomenclature, perhaps called something different? A healer, and a Diviner.
Oh, I'm sure there's someone out there with the same interests. Magic can do a lot of different things.
Well, if you're seeing warnings of either in the stars we should definitely know about it, especially if there's something we can do to stop it. If not... well... There are a lot of things left on my bucket list.
Nay. No warnings of thine own star--mere ruminations upon mine own.
Dost thou wish for myself to attempt? Or perhaps attempt something kinder for conversation than to scry for ill omens? A reading for thine self in its' place?
[ molly shoots dorian a quick selfie taken in a mirror. he's standing, and his legs are crossed at the ankle. no shoes, but a short black dress that shows off his hips nicely. ]
do you like this one? or should i try something else?
[ another selfie, of the skirt up and over his hips. underneath is a black lacy pair of underwear, the side straps hugging all the way up to his waist. ]
[Pardon him while he turns six shades of deep blue and purple as he flushes at the sight on his phone. Which he promptly has to hide and shiftily look around to make sure no one else could've seen. He has to adjust the collar of his shirt because SHEW is he warm now.]
A-a-ah. Th-those are lovely. Yes.
[He sends before he realizes that the voice to text translated his stutter. Not that his fingers would've done any better at typing just then, especially not as he's retreating somewhere less... out in the open.]
really? you love them? i'm not sure about the back view. what do you think?
[ a third photo, this time of molly's ass. the black lace barely covers his round cheeks, straps criss-crossing up his waist. he's leading up to something, dorian, just you wait. it's about to get even warmer in your private corner. ]
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@fortunefound - most likely gonna be NSFW in this thread
[There's that smouldering look in those glowing red orbs and he can't help but duck his chin a little sheepishly. He bites the side of his lower lip and once Molly takes his cup, he'll gently reach up to tuck strands of loose hair behind his pointed blue ear.]
What? What are you looking at? [He knows, of course, Molly is enjoying him and the entire view that he is, but he's being modest. And he'll sip his cup innocently as that thin tail winds it's way comfortably around his thigh. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed with his gorgeous one-night stand and smile around the lip of his mug.]
Oh, yes its uhm--Oh, it's-- you missed my pah-pocket... [Warmth spreads up his cheeks and into his ears as that hand starts exploring more intimately beyond the edge of his comfy trousers. He doesn't shy away though, but he's debating putting that cup down as Molly gets closer.]
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[ oh, oh, he's so handsome. the shyness that he gets in return isn't feigned, and somehow that just endears molly even more to dorian. molly's shy smile turns into a brighter one, more excited and eager as he slowly closes his lips around dorian's neck. his mug is set aside with minimal spilling, and the hand at the waistband of dorian's trousers dares to dip underneath it. his sharp nails drag at his hipbone, but he doesn't quite go further yet. he wants dorian to meet him where he is.
so he makes a little mark low on his collar before he parts, resting a smug face on the air genasi's shoulder. molly adjusts where he sits under the sheets, which pool around his waist and low on his hips. ]
did i? terribly sorry. should i keep searching? maybe it's lost in the sheets.
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Mmm~Mnhmmm! [Half hummed with a nod, a response caught up in his pleasure as those lips find his neck. His own cup is white-knuckled if only for fear of suddenly dropping it if his limbs turn to noodles under Molly's skilled touch. He blindly finds the edge of the bedside table to set his own cup down with minimal spillage to free his hands. As those nails tease and rake low over his hip, Dorian's warm touch spreads out over scar-mapped purple skin. One hand slowly moves up the back of his neck to bury into the silken nest of dark waves, massaging the scalp and rubbing around one horn. His other hand rests at Molly's waist.
Those lips part near his ear to softly sigh, and give a pinched off little noise of discomfort at the mark being made. But it melts out into pleasure as his pulse flutters in his veins. For as articulate and charming as the Bard could be, he was so very sheltered and awkward at times. And when faced with the powerful force that was Mollymauk Tealeaf and his too-fucking-sexy self, he so often finds himself at a loss for proper words.]
I am -- most likely to get lost in those sheets myself.
hhhf sorry if this one doesn't have much to respond to, he'll get randy in a minute
let's get lost together, then.
[ molly takes dorian around his waist and lowers himself back to the bed, resuming a familiar position on his back. his knees fall open easily and he discards the sheet between them, leaving him as vulnerable to the genasi as he'd been the night before. new to him now, though, is a little more knowledge of dorian's body and what he likes. ]
can i touch you, dorian? [ he asks, his tone implying that he means a little more than what his hands currently occupy themselves with. they splay across dorian's abdomen, affectionately running along his waist and lower still to his hips. ]
You're perfectly fine <3
Gladly, darling. But one moment... [He reaches back into his pocket to actually produce those sugar cubes to place them aside. He knew once they got going those things would be dust and he didn't want to ruin a pair of perfectly fine sleeping trousers. With that done he brushes his hand off before tracing his fingers from a bare lavender hip, down the outside of Molly's thigh to hook behind a knee, guiding his leg up to hold at his waist. He shifts in just a fraction closer than as those hands play over his abdomen.]
Gods, yes, please. [He breathlessly gives permission and grins, leaning down to brush the tips of their noses in a small, affectionate nuzzle. All the while his lips and breath are ghosting over Molly's own in a tease.]
I appreciate you asking, but honestly, after last night you are welcome to have me --any part of me-- whenever you like. [With that he'll lean in to kiss him, slow and sensual to start.]
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he doesn't want to do that to dorian. sure, he basks in that attention, but the moment he has a chance, he wants to return it, and maybe that should have been his first sign that something is different about him.
molly spreads his palms across dorian's chest, down his stomach and hips until he can slip past that waistband a second time. both hands grip his ass and squeeze, rolling him down against molly's hips in a playful reenactment of their night prior. molly keeps his hips rolling once the pleasure shoots up his spine, and frees one hand to hold dorian close in that kiss.
molly's breath goes short and he allows a soft moan to slip free, but he isn't in any hurry. just being close like this, touching, kissing, rolling in the sheets together... it's all he wants, right now. ]
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But right now, he's not really thinking that far ahead. He's barely able to think about anything other than the beautiful work of art and skill beneath him, and those hands exploring all over his body. He groans softly into the kiss as his ass is grabbed and his hips pulled down to grind into the pair below him. He rolls his body, arching his spine as he thrusts slowly, pressing them firmly together to create friction. He can feel his body responding eagerly to the attentions and knows the other is well on his way where they're rutting together in that slow, heated rhythm, like a dance.
He pulls back slowly to break the kiss, breaths rasping as he peers down into those bright red eyes. One hand braced on the bed, while the other slips down Molly's thigh and slowly over a hip to his belly. He traces up and over his skin, following the marks of scars and ink, tracing lines back up the Tieflings throat to gently cup his face. He bows his head to kiss him again, tongues tangling in a mimicry of the night before he captures his bottom lip with a soft tug. He buries his head in the crook of Molly's throat to kiss and nip at the peacock feathers along with his pulse, tracing his way down to a collarbone to mirror the mark the other left on him. He pulls on the skin hard, sucking it up between his teeth where he'll worry it a little to raise the blood to the surface and cause a pleasurable sting before letting go with an audible pop.
All the while he's still rolling and rocking his hips into the other, feeling him harden against his body. That hand on Molly's face caresses angled features, sweeping back to play along a pointed and pierced ear before moving up into his hairline and along one of his horns. He's tempted to roll them over, let Molly top him in whichever way he desires. Though he'd be happy to bury himself in the Tiefling like he had the night before.]
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@actionsurgeashari
[That definitely makes two of them, for as charming and smooth as he may act.]
You don't have to tell me twice. I'm on my way.
[Orym's only waiting maybe ten minutes tops before there's a light, triple knock to let him know he was there, give him a chance to ... well, prepare or something. It's a fair warning, in any case, Dorian didn't want to burst in suddenly even if he is expected. Especially not with the problems they've all been dealing with, it's not like they haven't made enemies. Besides, it's the polite thing to do.]
Orym? Hey, it's Dorian. [He'll open the door and poke his head in, giving a little wave before inviting himself into their shared room. He closes the door behind them and brings in the stuff he's been gathering on his shopping trip. He likely got a list of things to get, probably from Orym and Fearne.]
Hey, so, sorry again about last night... but I'm here?
[He moves to sit on the bed and sets the sack of stuff down nearby. This is awkward, he feels awkward and a little embarrassed and just rubs the back of his neck.
He clears his throat. Gosh where does he even start? Hey, I like you and think you're really handsome and amazing and kind. And maybe I was an idiot for sleeping with someone else last night.]
thank you!! ❤️
He's still a little startled by the knock, but clearly Dorian knows how to tread lightly, so by the time the bard enters the room orym's sheathed his sword and is just finishing setting it against the wall, where his shield is. ]
Hey, [ he replies, looking up with a smile that he intends to be friendly but comes out looking a little too tight. His eyes fall on the items Dorian's brought with him and he nods, adding: ] Thanks for getting that stuff.
[ And then there's an awkward couple of minutes as he searches his brain for something to say, his eyes not quite reaching Dorian's. It's not until the other man clears his throat that Orym finally manages to look at him properly, and he takes a tentative step closer, so that he's standing just in front of him. ]
I'm not angry about last night, [ he starts, the words sounding more like an apology than anything else. ] Like I said, I'm not going to tell you who you can or can't... you know.
[ There's clearly more that he wants to say, but he struggles for a moment, finally just reaching out to place a hand on Dorian's knee, as if the touch will somehow make this easier. ]
❤️
Gods he really does have a crush doesn't he?]
No, no, I know you're not upset with me, but I can't help but feel like maybe... [He gently lays his hand over the one on his knee, thumb brushing his knuckles as he curls his fingers around Orym's own to hold his hand.]
Maybe I made a mistake, ya know? I might be kicking myself a little. Regrets. But I suppose that's just what comes with drinking entirely too much. Poor judgment.
💙!
Which is why this odd tension feels so out of place. They've never really fought before, never had a true argument. Dorian's always been easy to understand, even if he's got more secrets than Orym can count.
The bard's explanation leaves Orym nodding a little, a sympathetic smile stretching across his face. ]
I don't think it's healthy to live in the past, [ he says slowly, more thoughtful than commanding. It's advice he'd been given more than once, since --
He shakes his head a little. It's not time for that now. ]
Do you want to talk about it? Your regrets, I mean.
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And some of that nervousness is the fluttering of budding feelings for the man he can easily call one of his best friends. Which in and of itself is still so very new. Sure, where he was from, what he was before, people loved him. He had friends but they weren't true friends, not like Oyrm. In fact, no one in his life had been nearly so genuine and real like the Ashari Fighter.]
That... that is very true. [He agrees though his eyes aren't quite meeting the shorter man's, cast off elsewhere as his free hand moves to tuck some hair behind a pointed ear. He clears his throat.]
You know, I uh, I'm not very good at this sort of thing. [Flirting with a stranger is one thing but opening up to a friend really shouldn't be so hard. But he's struggled with dancing around truths for so long now. Even if he were asked he might not exactly know WHY that is.]
We can talk, yes. I mean, it's you, I don't... I don't want to hide things from you, of all people. You've saved my life a time or two, I owe you the truth. [He sighs and takes a deep breath, glancing around and finding a half-drunk bottle of something strong from the night before. He holds up a finger as if to say "one moment". Orym does want him sober but he needs some liquid courage. Being forthright about himself and his feelings is his nightmare after all. After a quick swig and another deep breath, he'll nod and force himself to make eye contact.]
My regrets. I don't have many, just that, now that I've had time to consider my options I regret bringing a stranger into my bed when I could've had a friend I value more. I suppose I just, you know, I worry that it might... change things? I don't want to ruin what we have and I like you, Orym. I care a great deal about you and your friendship.
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What? No. Not... well not usually that badly. They usually remember me for more than my backside.
You?
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My work leaves scant time for the more carnal pursuits, alas.
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Oh? Are you a cleric of some kind?
Calamities and apocalypses sound pretty important. Should I be concerned?
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Astrologian. I believeth myself to be the only practicioner of such on this star you call Tal'dorei, though a being who has been bestowed similar knowledge and manipulation of aether might yet cometh. 'Tis a matter of nomenclature, perhaps called something different? A healer, and a Diviner.
A calamity for you, or your kind?
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Well, if you're seeing warnings of either in the stars we should definitely know about it, especially if there's something we can do to stop it. If not... well... There are a lot of things left on my bucket list.
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Dost thou wish for myself to attempt? Or perhaps attempt something kinder for conversation than to scry for ill omens? A reading for thine self in its' place?
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Sure. Why not? I don't think I've ever had my stars read by anyone, I'm cautiously optimistic?
@fortunefound - Texty/phone catch-all for Modern AU shenanigans?
[A strum of his lute plays in place of the usual beep.]
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do you like this one? or should i try something else?
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But now I'm awfully curious what else you want to show me.
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these, mostly.
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A-a-ah. Th-those are lovely. Yes.
[He sends before he realizes that the voice to text translated his stutter. Not that his fingers would've done any better at typing just then, especially not as he's retreating somewhere less... out in the open.]
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[ a third photo, this time of molly's ass. the black lace barely covers his round cheeks, straps criss-crossing up his waist. he's leading up to something, dorian, just you wait. it's about to get even warmer in your private corner. ]
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