I already dream of you enough. I'm not entirely certain I could handle you being there for them.
[Perhaps it's awkward to flirt, given his predicament, but that's simply his default state. Especially to deter from uncomfortable matters. He keeps a tight grip on Prior's hand and walks quickly for the door, hoping whatever is beyond it doesn't directly correlate with what he's desperately trying not to think of.
For a moment, it nearly seems that way. They enter into a wide hallway of what someone modern might think is a historical estate, but someone like Dorian knows to be like home. Torches line the walls, illuminating ornate decor, tapestries hanging overhead, and several guardsmen in plated armor posted at the doors. But some of those guardsmen look particularly annoyed, and others are red in the face—down the hall, two men are easing each other off. One of the voices, swearing at the time, is unmistakably Dorian's.
Dorian's reaction is disproportionate to the situation, though it might not seem it given the circumstances. He blanches, draws in on himself, looking every which way like he's looking for an unguarded exit.] We need to go.
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[Perhaps it's awkward to flirt, given his predicament, but that's simply his default state. Especially to deter from uncomfortable matters. He keeps a tight grip on Prior's hand and walks quickly for the door, hoping whatever is beyond it doesn't directly correlate with what he's desperately trying not to think of.
For a moment, it nearly seems that way. They enter into a wide hallway of what someone modern might think is a historical estate, but someone like Dorian knows to be like home. Torches line the walls, illuminating ornate decor, tapestries hanging overhead, and several guardsmen in plated armor posted at the doors. But some of those guardsmen look particularly annoyed, and others are red in the face—down the hall, two men are easing each other off. One of the voices, swearing at the time, is unmistakably Dorian's.
Dorian's reaction is disproportionate to the situation, though it might not seem it given the circumstances. He blanches, draws in on himself, looking every which way like he's looking for an unguarded exit.] We need to go.