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003 // we waltz on your front porch

Who: Dorian
Broadcast: Fleet-wide!
Action: USE A GODDAMN MINGLE LOG I HAVE TOP LEVELS IN ALL OF THEM kids these days
When: 2/14, night

[Drift fleet, are you ready? Here is your resident charming mage, looking extra charming tonight. He smiles, almost victoriously.]

I do hope you all know how to dance. I have managed to secure an open invitation for myself, and however many guests I wish, to a gala in seven days, on Adsum. Hopefully it's not entirely dull, but they would need at least three murders to make for an exciting evening...I wouldn't hold my breath, were I you.

Do let me know if you're interested. And I warn you, you had better make yourself fit for being seen in public.

[To Jove]
I do hope you have a proper gown.

[To Arhen]
How would you care for a party?

((OOC: Gala IC post! The gala log itself will be posted next Saturday. Also, Dorian is currently afflicted with the pheromones malfunction. Do with that as you will.))

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[He sighs softly.]

Vinhedis. I didn't mean it like that, I only meant...

...I suppose it doesn't matter, my intent.

[Why does she feel so inclined to brush this off? He hasn't even properly apologized, but that sad look on his face is doing wonders to keep her from pushing the matter.]

Just keep it in mind in the future. I'd hate for someone to think someone as wonderful and attractive as yourself would actually mean to take a friend as a slave.

[Everything about that feels very odd, doesn't it?]

[He scoffs softly. Is she trying to get in his good books, or...?]

I have no intent for that. I am giving him what of myself I can, if anything, it is nearly the opposite, and he may one day have the shackles of my heart.

[He looks away when he says it. He's still uncertain, and he can't trust that he's doing the right thing, but he wants to try it.

He can't bring himself to be honest to Arhen, but Jove, he trusts.]

[Oh Dorian, you've got it so bad.]

How have things been going with him?

[Oh, Jove, he's fine! Perfectly fine. ~~save him~~]

Well enough, I suppose. We've been a bit distant, but I took him a plant, at your suggestion. I...have no example with which to compare such matters, and I feel largely like I'm stumbling blindly in this.

Good things in life are rarely easily gained, and you may have to be the one to show your hand first. It may just take time to settle into the idea that you're growing to care for each other, against the odds of such a strange situation.

[She pauses and laughs a little, at herself and not at all at him.]

I've probably already said that, haven't I?

Perhaps, but some things bear repeating, I suppose.

[He falls a bit silent, mulling it over. He disliked this, it felt vulnerable, unsafe. Life hadn't exactly been good, but it was familiar- the idea of upheaving that all was a frightening one.

He was growing to care for Arhen, in a way that he knew was too far, too fast, and far too unwise. Dorian was never adept at love- his heart bled too easily for someone else.]

[She won't rush him, but she's starting to reflect a little herself on all this. She's starting to regret her immediate refusal to join him at the ball, because what if Arhen does go? The idea of Dorian there with him and being this stuck, this at a loss without her there to at least lean on for strength, for encouragement... she doesn't like it. She doesn't even like this, being unable to put her hand on his arm to comfort him when he's clearly so shaken up.

In this light, with these thoughts, it feels a bit like abandoning Dorian to the wolves with only his charming smile and wit to act as armor. That's absolutely not a thing she can allow.]

Perhaps I spoke too soon, about the party. Someone should be there to step on your foot if you start trying to stick it in your mouth again.

Ah, but I have nearly mastered the art of fitting all of my toes in my right cheek. Will you deny Arhen the chance to see that trick?

[He chuckles softly.]

Thank you, Jove. You're a better friend than I deserve.

Now don't go telling lies, Dorian. You deserve far better than you think you do, and having you as a friend has been my honor.

[That got a little mushy, didn't it? It's not exactly out of character for her to compliment him so generously, but there's a little more of an urge for it at the moment.]

[He lowers his head a little, scoffing a bit like he was trying to shrug off the compliment. He didn't deserve such compliments- in his own mind, he wasn't a man who deserved any special friendships or caring. He was a good man, in some ways, and a bad one, in others.

And rarely did anyone strike his insecurity there.]

That's quite enough of that. You know I much rather prefer empty flattery, Jove.

That's just too bad, then. I meant every word of it, and I'll happily repeat myself in the future.

Ever determined, I see.

[He chuckles softly.]

You know I am a terribly contrary man when I put my mind to it. I'll just have to prove you wrong. Can't have you upsetting my poor reputation.

Why don't you put all that energy into helping me find something appropriate to wear instead? I would hate to make you look bad by showing up in my armor.

An invitation to dress you, Jove? You spoil me, truly. I'll have to find something worthy to be seen with me. Something without shoes, I assume?

You know me far too well. I never have gotten used to boots, I don't think I ever will.

Fortunate, then, that I've painted your little toesies.

[He chuckles.]

I'll see you later, Jove. I have an outfit to plan.

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