009 // i carry your bones in my heart

[serpentis]

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.))

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[dawnwillcome]

[She sits beside him, smiling a sad smile of her own. This is something she wasn't sure they'd ever actually have a conversation about, if she's honest, because while they had gone through so many strange and trying things together in the past, this seems like it's on another level. That was two now, two Dalish men who led her life in another version of her world who fell in love with Dorian. She had been attracted to him herself, before she knew his preferences, and it had shifted into something else entirely. Admiration instead of attraction, love felt for a brother rather than a romantic partner.

Now, though? Knowing in different circumstances, he had found a lover in his Inquisitor?]

I know. It was different when it was just Arhen, but after Mahna... I can't help feeling guilty for it. Like I stole something from you, something more important than...

[Than herself? Her own life? Maybe. She rubs at her temple and shakes her head.]

I don't know. It's never sat right, though. I feel like I should apologize even though it's entirely out of my hands.

[serpentis]

No.

[He reaches over, and he takes her hand, and he shakes his head. He looks at her almost sadly, in a way that only Dorian can, where every feeling of gentleness is touched by melancholy and bittersweet. Underneath his skin was an ocean of a man, and most of his seas were sadness.

He manages a soft smile.]

I've seen that, in other timelines, there are men, multiple men, who cared for me. Perhaps there are a thousand of them that I will never know. Perhaps there's one in every other timeline but ours.

[He gives her hand a small squeeze.]

But there has only ever been one Jove. I wouldn't trade you for all of them.

[His sister, his kin. Jove was more precious to him than he could really say.

He gently presses a kiss to her forehead.]