Dᴏʀɪᴀɴ Pᴀᴠᴜs, ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ (
serpentis) wrote in
driftfleet2015-02-03 08:40 pm
Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- allen walker,
- arhen lavellan,
- cecil harvey,
- coil lenn,
- cole turner,
- dorian pavus,
- elim garak,
- emblica,
- felix harrowgate,
- fenris,
- finrod felagund,
- jove lavellan,
- krista kingsley,
- lloyd irving,
- malak,
- michael (michael),
- nelkeila tarid,
- nunnally vi britannia,
- riku,
- robin redbreast,
- sawada tsunayoshi,
- shirley fennes,
- sokka,
- tekhetsio,
- tim drake,
- yamanaka ino,
- zelos wilder (bad end)
[Open Moons Mingle Log]
Who: Anyone and Everyone!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Abeo, Accendo, Adsum
When: 2/3-2/7
[WELCOME TO THE MOONS ENJOY YOUR STAY DON'T GET ARRESTED.]
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Abeo, Accendo, Adsum
When: 2/3-2/7

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I loved him. I would have done anything to make him proud of me. But in the end, I was just a pawn to him.
[He finished his drink, downing the whiskey but barely tasting it. That was the horrible truth of it. It wasn't that his father had betrayed his own words- it was that Dorian was nothing more than a tool to him, to further the Pavus line.
Everything he had done to make him proud had meant nothing when his father was faced with the idea that his son might be different than what he wanted. Dorian knew there was nothing wrong about him. It was Tevinter, the Magistry, they were the ones at fault.
Dorian refused to play the role they wanted. That was why they hated him.
He considers drinking more, but having already fallen out of his seat once, he considers that enough of a show of himself for the night, so he stands. He nearly reaches out to pat Fenris on the shoulder, but he stops himself, steps back, and takes the quarter-full bottle of whiskey in hand.]
Goodnight, Fenris. I will see you again, soon, ideally.
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I have a room on this moon. You will often find me in the bars here, should you wish to speak to me.
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[There's a bow, an exaggerated gesture, and he chuckles drunkenly to himself and saunters toward the door, to find a place to sleep.]
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[He leaves Dorian go, returning to his wine. There are many things he never thought he could possibly do, but actually being anywhere near comfortable with a mage from Tevinter was not one of them. Strange times.]