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Hello, Dorian.
Ah, sorry to trouble you, but I was wondering if I could ask for your advice on something. ...In person.
Ah, sorry to trouble you, but I was wondering if I could ask for your advice on something. ...In person.
[A few days after the nonsense with the poisoning ends, but before they make port, Crozier knocks at Dorian's door on a whim to see if he's inside.]
[He hadn't intended to bring it up. But when he sees Dorian smoking on deck, he can't resist the cheeky smile that lights up his face, and he trails his hand up Dorian's spine as he comes to lean on the rails next to him.]
Mind if I bum one off you? Left my packet downstairs.
Mind if I bum one off you? Left my packet downstairs.
Of course, [ Dorian says, as he offers Tim the pack. A moment later and he's reaching down to offer a lighter as well. ]
Hopefully next time we have a scenic city stay, it'll involve less water. Frankly, I'm tired of everything I own smelling vaguely like the ocean.
Hopefully next time we have a scenic city stay, it'll involve less water. Frankly, I'm tired of everything I own smelling vaguely like the ocean.
Hey. I could use a drink.
[Really, she'd planned to do this earlier - but then everything had happened, she'd been dead for a day, and she's only just now started to feel like she can fake normalcy for the duration of an audio conversation. She even practices her opener a few times, alone in her room in Pagan's cabin, just to make sure she can do it without sounding too tired or too stressed.]
Hi. Dorian.
We're going to talk about what the hell you think you're playing at. I mean, his kids? His daughter?
Hi. Dorian.
We're going to talk about what the hell you think you're playing at. I mean, his kids? His daughter?
My dear boy, what is this I hear about a little tiff between you and my inmate?
[He saw Misty's side of the private messages and now needs the full story.]
Something about Lakshmana?
[He saw Misty's side of the private messages and now needs the full story.]
Something about Lakshmana?
gonna miss work couple days be in asap
I am going to come back very early tomorrow morning and cook you guys eggs! Don't tell Pagan. It's a secret! 😊 😉 🌟
[ from here ]
He doesn't give her time to say she actually loves how ridiculous this room is, and that suits her just fine. Dramatics and ridiculous gestures are her thing, so she gladly puts an arm around his shoulders and presses in close.
She has not spilled a single drop of her drink, either. Skill.
He doesn't give her time to say she actually loves how ridiculous this room is, and that suits her just fine. Dramatics and ridiculous gestures are her thing, so she gladly puts an arm around his shoulders and presses in close.
She has not spilled a single drop of her drink, either. Skill.
You're still offering to open the Enclosure door for me?
Edited 2022-11-05 22:32 (UTC)
audio; the day before the breach starts, late evening
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citizendetective
2022-11-17 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Dorian! I heard you and Pagan are going home together; congratulations!
I realize that we've had our differences, but I think you and I should hang out more. Unless, of course, that's something that you're violently opposed to.
I realize that we've had our differences, but I think you and I should hang out more. Unless, of course, that's something that you're violently opposed to.
Edited 2022-11-17 22:17 (UTC)
[ idly, Dorian wonders if he can somehow convince Pagan to change his tropical island to a different tropical island and just like, not tell Misty. ]
I'm honestly curious as to how the hell you think we'd 'hang out.' Do you even know what my hobbies are?
I'm honestly curious as to how the hell you think we'd 'hang out.' Do you even know what my hobbies are?
Darling, I need a distraction that a bubble bath and wine simply won't touch.
cw: discussion of blood, gore, and vampirism too ig!!!
anti_altruisms
2022-12-13 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Continued from here. ]
——
[ Archer, of course, continues dragging Dorian out of the Enclosure without so much as blinking at either man’s retort. He is deeply irritated by all of this, but a few more minutes with Kirei might very well have ended poorly for all of them.
His grip like a vice, Archer forcefully guides the other man into the Warden Conference Room, which is, of course, unoccupied. A bookshelf materializes to block the door so they won’t be disturbed - and then, he lets go. ]
Now, Dorian - since you’re so disgusted by what Kirei and I have been doing, I need you to answer a simple question.
How many times did you ask Godric to rip your throat out?
——
[ Archer, of course, continues dragging Dorian out of the Enclosure without so much as blinking at either man’s retort. He is deeply irritated by all of this, but a few more minutes with Kirei might very well have ended poorly for all of them.
His grip like a vice, Archer forcefully guides the other man into the Warden Conference Room, which is, of course, unoccupied. A bookshelf materializes to block the door so they won’t be disturbed - and then, he lets go. ]
Now, Dorian - since you’re so disgusted by what Kirei and I have been doing, I need you to answer a simple question.
How many times did you ask Godric to rip your throat out?
[ Yeah he's being read for filth and he doesn't like that. Dorian raises an eyebrow before dryly pointing out, ]
Plenty of times. And when he obliged, each time ended with me fucking him so hard he couldn't walk straight.
Plenty of times. And when he obliged, each time ended with me fucking him so hard he couldn't walk straight.
I will say this only once.
Whatever thoughts you might have to ‘tease’ me about the boy you spoke with?
Don’t.
[ Someone is apparently in a very foul mood. ]
Whatever thoughts you might have to ‘tease’ me about the boy you spoke with?
Don’t.
[ Someone is apparently in a very foul mood. ]
[Knock-fucking-knock, your favorite former inmate here with booze, cuz you fucking need it.]
[ it's your favorite former warden, already drunk off his ass because he bothered Arthur for alcohol.
When he opens up the door, Dorian gives Trixie a nod. He's swaying slightly on her feet as he gestures for her to come in. It's only when the door is closed that Dorian practically collapses against her, trying very hard to take deep breaths. ]
When he opens up the door, Dorian gives Trixie a nod. He's swaying slightly on her feet as he gestures for her to come in. It's only when the door is closed that Dorian practically collapses against her, trying very hard to take deep breaths. ]
Johann isn't used to this much sunshine and greenery. The greenhouse is one thing, but this? This sucks. He tromps on the grass with his black boots, looking very much out of place in his dark duster.
And even Dorian's presence doesn't curb all of his tendencies, though he doesn't actually commit murder while around him. No, instead he swipes from the stalls as they pass, using his ability to be unnoticed to pocket breads and jams and jerky. Or at least attempt to.
"Are all the ports like this?" he mutters, blinking as the sun moves from behind the clouds.
And even Dorian's presence doesn't curb all of his tendencies, though he doesn't actually commit murder while around him. No, instead he swipes from the stalls as they pass, using his ability to be unnoticed to pocket breads and jams and jerky. Or at least attempt to.
"Are all the ports like this?" he mutters, blinking as the sun moves from behind the clouds.
"Unfortunately? Yes." Dorian sighs, rolling his eyes as he grumbles, "About half the time we're going back to nature like this. The other half, there's barely anything that passes for a city. The closest thing was that post-Apocalyptic nonsense and even then, that had far too much water."
He sighs dramatically like he's the most put-upon person in the world before, "My kingdom for a fucking skyscraper."
He sighs dramatically like he's the most put-upon person in the world before, "My kingdom for a fucking skyscraper."
He had planned to keep it to himself, keep Jon's hurt private and respected. But the next time he's passing Dorian in the hall he's just.
Pissed.
So there's no warning for Dorian: Tim just grabs a fistful of his nicely pressed shirt and drags him into the nearest empty cabin, and slams the door behind them.
Pissed.
So there's no warning for Dorian: Tim just grabs a fistful of his nicely pressed shirt and drags him into the nearest empty cabin, and slams the door behind them.
His nicely pressed shirt that smells overwhelmingly of cigarettes. It's obvious Dorian's been smoking a lot more in the past week than he has in other times.
Tim grabbing him takes him by surprise, though. Dorian can barely let out a little noise of protest before he's yanked into the nearest cabin.
"If you wanted to talk, you could have just asked," Dorian dryly points out, frown in his face. What gives, buddy?
Tim grabbing him takes him by surprise, though. Dorian can barely let out a little noise of protest before he's yanked into the nearest cabin.
"If you wanted to talk, you could have just asked," Dorian dryly points out, frown in his face. What gives, buddy?
[Trixie's got a lot of nervous energy as she goes to knock on Dorian's cabin door. She doesn't know about Dorian's big falling out with Jon, or the punching by Tim, or whatever-the-fuck else had occurred.
She's just paying a very important visit to her friend.]
She's just paying a very important visit to her friend.]
[ Dorian's been keeping to himself the past few days. He'll go out and do his job in inventory, of course, but there's been more 'hanging out in his room and staring at the ceiling' and less 'being the social butterfly people know him as.'
When he hears the knock on the door, Dorian goes to open it. As he spots Trixie, he brightens up, smile on his face, as he holds the door open for her. ]
Come on in. Shall I fix you a drink?
When he hears the knock on the door, Dorian goes to open it. As he spots Trixie, he brightens up, smile on his face, as he holds the door open for her. ]
Come on in. Shall I fix you a drink?
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