[A brow slid up Dorian's forehead and his head tilted as the man spoke. Perhaps the messenger, but Dorian had yet to hear anyone else say such a thing. Not that he suspected it would have changed his opinion of Shiro. The attractive face certainly helped things.]
[He lifted a hand, resting it upon said attractive face. His thumb traced along the scar there, smile fading in the slightest. There was a story there, a troubling one -- likely the same one that took the color from his cheeks.]
[The smile on his lips shifted, becoming something oddly sentimental and verging on the syrupy.]
You say it so well, darling. [His hand fell to his side, and suddenly he was business as usual. He stepped away, sauntering forward with perhaps something of a swish in his hips.]
It's odd, hearing that that isn't real. Seeing as how the biggest pain in my arse is a very real dwarf. Interesting to know that there are some similarities across our worlds.
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[He lifted a hand, resting it upon said attractive face. His thumb traced along the scar there, smile fading in the slightest. There was a story there, a troubling one -- likely the same one that took the color from his cheeks.]
[The smile on his lips shifted, becoming something oddly sentimental and verging on the syrupy.]
You say it so well, darling. [His hand fell to his side, and suddenly he was business as usual. He stepped away, sauntering forward with perhaps something of a swish in his hips.]
It's odd, hearing that that isn't real. Seeing as how the biggest pain in my arse is a very real dwarf. Interesting to know that there are some similarities across our worlds.