003 // we waltz on your front porch

[serpentis]

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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[serpentis]

[Is this a Dalish thing, the unwillingness to be seen in public?]

Entirely serious. If you don't wish to go, you don't need to, but I thought perhaps you might like the opportunity to dance.

[noherald]

...it's a very tempting offer, honestly.

[More so than usual, for reasons he can't quite put a finger on.]

You did teach me how, not too long ago- it's more that parties and I don't always mix well. Not to mention the need to look more presentable.

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[serpentis]

[Just gonna hash this feed because Jove doesn't need to see this sorry Jove this is for your own good.]

I'm certain you don't need to try to look presentable at an event like this. It's I who must worry of looking plain at your side, I'd suspect.

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[noherald]

[PROBABLY FOR THE BEST honestly... good thing one of them knows how.

He laughs at that, though, shaking his head.]

You, worry about looking plain? I don't think I've ever seen such a thing, even away from Skyhold. [Arhen may be looking a bit moony, in fact. Enjoy that, Dorian.] On the other hand, I'm sure none of the Dalish have ever been called fashionable.

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[serpentis]

You're like a single bloom in a desert, Arhen. Certainly, the Dalish have a...certain way about them, but in some way, it's charming.

[He looks away for a moment, and then smiles.]

Even if you wore rags, you would be more entrancing to me than anyone else in a crowd wearing finery.

[noherald]

[Is he blushing? -yes, definitely blushing, it's impossible to miss with his fair skin. Evidently, elves can flush pink right up to the tips of their ears.]

Dorian-

[The compliments have him thoroughly flattered, smiling wide despite his efforts to stay collected-- something about that look on the man's face just sets Arhen's heart aflutter, more than it really should. It's ridiculous.

It's nice, in a way. Reminds him of the way he felt when he and Dorian were first getting together.]

You, ser, are a flatterer. I can't say I'm not enjoying it, though.

[serpentis]

I'll have to flatter you more, then.

[He chuckled softly, feeling entirely victorious. He didn't miss the pink on Arhen's cheeks and ears, and he smiled to himself.]

If you decide to attend this gala with me, we ought to talk, just us, alone somewhere.

[noherald]

So you can- flatter me in person, I assume? I didn't realize you had such difficulty with the distance, Dorian.

[He's been holding back on the come-ons, he really has (it's been a lot of effort), but if that's not an opportunity then he doesn't know what is. Arhen grins, one brow arched.]

[serpentis]

Only words are effective at a distance. Charming as I might be, there is only so much that words can do.

[He matches that grin with a smirk, almost like a challenge.]

[noherald]

Oh? Is that an offer to show me what you can do without them, then?

[Look, no one has limitless willpower. Arhen is absolutely not immune.]

Because I might be inclined to take you up on it.

[serpentis]

[Oh, it's on.]

Perhaps I'm looking to take your words from your throat, to see if I can keep even a coherent sentence from leaving your lips. Would you still be so inclined, knowing that my intentions were so impure?

[And he smirks, pleased with himself.]

[noherald]

Of course I would. You're forgetting one very important detail, Dorian.

[Arhen's own grin is exceedingly self-satisfied, with all the air of someone who's fairly sure he's about to win.]

I know exactly what you like. If one of us is going to be left speechless, I don't think it'll be me.

[serpentis]

[Well. He can see why Dorian in Arhen's world liked him so much. He wasn't a shrinking flower of a man- despite his delicate appearance, he had teeth when he cared to show them.]

That sounds nearly like a challenge, Arhen. I invite you to do your best, as it were. You know how to find me, should you care to take me up on that invitation.