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Date: 2017-11-25 02:01 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2017-11-25 02:37 pm (UTC)From:[ After a few moments of reluctance, Dorian nods in agreement, moving up on the bed so they can stretch out under the layers of blankets. He can see the request for what it is, even if she doesn't voice it. He is grateful that she isn't fussing, at least. There are others who ended up worse than he did, and he's perfectly fine healing naturally- even if it's rather tiresome and long-winded.
Once he's settled next to her, he huffs in amusement. ]
You're the first woman that's managed to get me into bed. [ It's not an uncomfortable thing by any means, merely a humorous observation. If he weren't comfortable with Leilani, he wouldn't have conceded to her request. ]
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Date: 2017-11-25 05:51 pm (UTC)From:text
Date: 2017-11-25 05:58 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2017-11-25 07:11 pm (UTC)From:[ But he moves, at least, and for a moment Leilani wonders just how comfortable he is - is he doing this because he wants to, or because he feels obligated? Then she feels a spark of foolishness. No one can make Dorian Pavus do something he doesn't want to do, not really, and that's not something she expects her to be somehow above. If he didn't want to settle down with her then he'd have told her to go back to her room or something of the like.
He'd tell her to shove off, and it makes her smile even in her own mind.
Settling, she breathes out, relaxing a tiny bit as she turns to face him. ]
I am? [ It doesn't surprise her, not really, even as platonic as they are. Shaking her head, she nudges him gently. ] Don't go telling the whole fleet, ma vhenas.
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Date: 2017-11-26 05:21 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2017-11-26 02:05 pm (UTC)From:I don't know whether my father would be proud, or horrified that we've come full circle. [ Probably at least thankful it was a woman in his bed and not another one of the men on his laundry list of liaisons. The fact that they were elves may take away some of that pride. Not that there's much to be had, but Dorian's past the point of caring much about that anymore.
He smiles fondly at the nudge, adjusting himself so he can lay more on the side that hurts a bit less, arm under the pillow. ] As it happens, I am marvelous at keeping secrets. [ Ah, that's a phrase he doesn't know, and the confusion shows on his face. ]
You'll have to tell me what that one means.
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Date: 2017-11-26 02:25 pm (UTC)From:Snorting, she shakes her head, petulant and frowning all at once. ] I find I couldn't care at all what your father might think of the situation. Apologies, but he hardly made the best impression on me. [ She reaches out to touch his cheek gently, though, softening her words - Dorian's relationship with his father is confusing and complicated, and she doesn't want to upset him when, here, together, they're supposed to be relaxing, coming down from nightmares and battles and uncertainties.
She wishes, all the same, that he didn't have to hurt. That he didn't have to keep secrets. That he didn't have to feel as though he was alone. Leilani knows that she's here for him, but she isn't his; Dorian is going to go back to an Inquisitor that doesn't have her face but shares her story, and that makes something uncomfortable knot in her stomach.
His confusion makes her pause, her expression blank as she thinks back on what she said - and then her cheeks are flaming red, her eyes widening a little as she turns her head away. She's embarrassed, but only because she worries about the slip, about pushing too hard, about making him feel uncomfortable somehow in her own happiness and ease. ] Ma vhenas. It's elven. [ Clearly, and she frowns, turning her head to stare blankly at the ceiling. ] It means... 'My home'.
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Date: 2017-12-02 04:24 am (UTC)From:text
Date: 2017-12-02 09:01 am (UTC)From:apparently.
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Date: 2017-12-02 03:47 pm (UTC)From:Oh how he wishes that hurting wasn't such an integral part of who he is. Growing up where he did and in the family he did, of course it's a lot of what he's made of. With Leilani, he's starting to feel like he doesn't have to suffer in silence. Inevitably he will, but for now, he can simply be. ]
That's not a sentiment many people share, but you won't get a protest from me. [ The hand on his cheek is warm, and it brings a soft smile to his face. Then she tells him what she said and his expression falls. It's..certainly much more than he thought it was, and he's not quite certain what he's done to earn it. He's honored, and it makes his chest swell with something like acceptance or pride.
Being someone's home is..there's a lot of pressure, but it's also a comfort. In the end, Dorian is honored more than words can express. He's quiet for longer than he should, but he doesn't quite know what to say to that. Speechless isn't something that he is very often. ]
For as long as you'll have me, I will be.
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Date: 2017-12-02 05:19 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2017-12-02 05:29 pm (UTC)From:What she wants for Dorian, for all her friends, and what they are being given by the world are two vastly different things. She wants Cole to walk a path that brings him joy, wants Cassandra to soften her own guilt, for Cullen to be proud of himself, for Bull and Dorian and Varric to find their homes again. She's not sure if she has the power to do it, but speaking before she thinks is not one of the things that is going to bring Dorian comfort, she's sure of that.
The apology is on her lips before Dorian even speaks, however, and she shakes her head. ] Ir abelas, lethallin. I should have taken more care with my words. [ Pressuring Dorian into a thought or a feeling that he doesn't reciprocate is not on her list of things that she is interested in doing, and the weight on her chest is painful. She draws back and away from him, closing in on herself, simply because it's easier.
This is the true nightmare of this world, she thinks. Not the monsters or the cannibals or the fighting, that she's used to, but seeing the face of a man she loves who has no idea who she is, only knowing her from the kindness that he doesn't think he deserves. It's unfair, and it makes her want to curse the Creators aloud. ]
Rest, Dorian. Do not think I will let your ribs go ignored.
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Date: 2017-12-05 02:39 pm (UTC)From:Only if you do the same. [ Sleep will undoubtedly be difficult to find for many reasons, but the one that will keep him from it is replaying their conversation in his mind. ]
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Date: 2017-12-05 09:26 pm (UTC)From:Perhaps she can lie beside him and rest as much as she can without real sleep. He doesn't have to be aware. ]
My ribs are fine. [ It's gentle and teasing, though, and she sighs, leaning back. ] I apologise for coming and depositing this on you, Dorian. It's not your burden to carry.
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Date: 2017-12-06 12:30 am (UTC)From:..No, it isn't. [ He closes his eyes and sighs through his nose. ] However, you should not have to bear any of it alone. That's what the inner circle is for, is it not? A burden shared is a burden halved. Given our current circumstance, [ He makes a vague gesture meant to signify the Fleet, ] You should take the opportunity to alleviate any burden you're able.
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Date: 2017-12-06 04:15 am (UTC)From:It's not working the way I want it too and I could use another pair of eyes. Preferably a pair of beautiful eyes that belong to a well educated man. You fit the bill perfectly.
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Date: 2017-12-06 04:22 am (UTC)From:I can meet you on your ship if you would prefer.
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Date: 2017-12-06 04:31 am (UTC)From:[And he will make sure he's at least somewhat presentable before Dorian arrives.]
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Date: 2017-12-06 04:50 am (UTC)From:[ Of course he leaves as soon as he sends the message, he's not doing much of anything. Thankfully he's healed properly enough that lying down isn't the only thing that seems appealing. He wanted to ask about Cyril's well being, but it will be easier to see for himself once he gets there.
Dorian wastes no time in the cargo bay, simply seeking Cyril out in his quarters on an assumption. He knocks twice before letting himself in. ]
I was wondering how you fared on that planet. [ And yet, he hadn't asked before now. ]
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Date: 2017-12-06 04:55 am (UTC)From:He himself seems a pretty as ever, even though his clothes are a bit more casual than normal.
He frowns just a bit at the question and moves his hand to where he had been injured.]
Not as well as I would have liked. I'm hoping this will help, but I need someone else to look it over.
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Date: 2017-12-06 05:06 pm (UTC)From:His attention turns to the various sheets lining the walls, taking in the minute details and the scribbled notes on the design. It's certainly an all-consuming thing, but he can hardly be blamed for it, can he? ]
I will offer whatever assistance I can.