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driftfleet2015-08-11 06:51 pm
serpentis) wrote in driftfleet2015-08-11 06:51 pm
009 // i carry your bones in my heart
Who: Dorian and YOU
Broadcast: Fleet-Wide
Action: On the Three Twins!
When: 8/11, Midnight.
[It's rare in Drift Fleet to see Dorian as The Necromancer. He plays with people, he flirts with them. Occasionally his humor is morbid. But that's just him.
But tonight is different.
The broadcast is from a darkened cargo bay of the SS Three Twins.
Dorian is wearing black robes with a pointed hood, and as the broadcast starts, he gestures with a skull-topped staff, seeming to almost do it for show. There's a whispering of something circling him, a spirit, perhaps, and candles illuminate around him as it vanishes.]
I do hope you're having a good night. I had nearly lost track of the date, what with the odd stars, but I'm quite certain that it is the beginning of the eighth month, Matrinalis. Which means, for those of you unaccustomed to Thedosian holidays, it is All Soul's Day. Or close enough. ...regardless...
[He conjures a small flicker of fire in his hand, the light casting shadows on his face, the glowing purple lines of necromantic sigils and runes seemingly etched into his hands and arms.]
It is the day we Thedosians remember our dead. As a necromancer, I daresay I am qualified to lead the celebrations, if you will.
You are welcome to come and extinguish a candle for those you've lost.
((OOC: A combination network post and mingle log! Start up an action thread if you'd like, thread with other folks, just leave a comment in the subject if your character is looking to chat with Dorian.))
Broadcast: Fleet-Wide
Action: On the Three Twins!
When: 8/11, Midnight.
[It's rare in Drift Fleet to see Dorian as The Necromancer. He plays with people, he flirts with them. Occasionally his humor is morbid. But that's just him.
But tonight is different.
The broadcast is from a darkened cargo bay of the SS Three Twins.
Dorian is wearing black robes with a pointed hood, and as the broadcast starts, he gestures with a skull-topped staff, seeming to almost do it for show. There's a whispering of something circling him, a spirit, perhaps, and candles illuminate around him as it vanishes.]
I do hope you're having a good night. I had nearly lost track of the date, what with the odd stars, but I'm quite certain that it is the beginning of the eighth month, Matrinalis. Which means, for those of you unaccustomed to Thedosian holidays, it is All Soul's Day. Or close enough. ...regardless...
[He conjures a small flicker of fire in his hand, the light casting shadows on his face, the glowing purple lines of necromantic sigils and runes seemingly etched into his hands and arms.]
It is the day we Thedosians remember our dead. As a necromancer, I daresay I am qualified to lead the celebrations, if you will.
You are welcome to come and extinguish a candle for those you've lost.
((OOC: A combination network post and mingle log! Start up an action thread if you'd like, thread with other folks, just leave a comment in the subject if your character is looking to chat with Dorian.))
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This kiss is like the others. Every other kiss is a silent goodbye, a fatalistic realizing that one day they will forget each other, that this meant so much right now and yet will ultimately mean nothing. Dorian wishes, he hopes it isn't true, but at the same time, he cannot fight against what has been observed.
He can wish all he wants, but that will not replace the fact that life will go on. And perhaps that makes this feel all the more intense. Where love might normally be a small candle, theirs is a funeral pyre, a blaze against the night that marks an ending. It is fearful, and it is defiant, and it is everything that they need.
Because somehow, in this odd space between worlds, the necromancer finally feels alive.
Their love was doomed from the start to be a passing, fleeting thing, and that made them all the more passionate, because they knew with certainty that every touch, every kiss, was stolen from their borrowed time.
When he kisses him, it's with heat, with fierceness that matches Fenris's, pulling him close as if silently praying that somehow this will be more than fleeting.]
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This was what he always needed. Life made so m=by touch and breath. With fierce, teeth-clashing kisses, where pausing for breath happened rarely, and the breathes brought up were gasping and shuddering. Not just from the lack of air, but from the sheer force of the raw passion being released, unfettered.
It makes this real. Make shim beleive it can be anchored when in reality it can drift away at any moment. ]