THE GALA ON ADSUM (Mingle Log)

[serpentis]

Who: Anyone and Everyone!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: A ballroom on Adsum
When: 2/21, Evening-Night



[And the night has arrived! Dorian put out an open invitation, and anyone who is interested is welcome to dress up and meet up for a night of dancing and fawning over each other. Make sure to wear your best, everyone! It's a very special episode of Drift Fleet!]

((OOC: There was an open invitiation, but even if your character never replied or has had personal contact with Dorian, feel free to assume he's let them come along or be dragged along by someone else! I'll be tagging some threads, but if you want a thread to be closed, please just say so in the header.))

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[noherald]

[He can't quite suppress the shiver that murmur sends through him; Arhen tries to, he really does, but there's no hiding anything from him right now. Whatever had been more alluring about him when they spoke over the network, it's an even stronger draw up close, and even if he managed to keep his composure he'd be given away by how he just can't seem to let go.]

I came here for you, Dorian, and I didn't go to all this trouble to decide to play the scared halla now.

[He does manage to lean back enough to flash Dorian a grin, one that's decidedly wicked.]

Careful, though, or I may have to take that as a challenge. Hasn't anyone told you not to tell an elf that you fancy yourself a better hunter?

[serpentis]

[Dorian chuckles, amused. He could already see why he adored Arhen so much, in his own world. He was at the same time kind, and with a cutting wit that made Dorian feel that each conversation was a waltz, in a way.

Arhen was many things, to Dorian, but he was certainly never dull. He might have been Dalish, but in some way that made him all the more curious.]

Ah, and certainly the last thing I'd want is a challenge. That simply will not do. No, I prefer my men terribly mundane and dull, unremarkable in the least.

[And he raised his eyebrows, smirking.]

[noherald]

Then I'm afraid you'll just have to settle for being challenged, instead. I haven't forgotten our last talk.

[He still intends to make good on the implied promises he'd made in that conversation, too. Arhen knows him-- most importantly, he knows what he likes, what he's found that Dorian enjoys most.]

Now, did you still have business here?... Or do I have you all to myself?

[The last time they'd been at a party like this together, he'd insisted on a dance; this time, though, he's not sure he wants to bother with anything else at the moment.]

[serpentis]

[Dorian chuckled softly, slipping a hand around Arhen's waist and pressing close against him, murmuring into his ear- he didn't miss the shiver it had elicited last time.]

I am all yours tonight, amatus.

[Dorian didn't lean back, but he kept him held close, and ran his tongue along his ear, giving it a soft nip before he leaned back, a satisfied smirk on his lips.]

[noherald]

[Creators help him, he feels like he may just melt right there in Dorian's arms-- there's no hope of stifling the sharp gasp the attention draws from him, or the way his breath shakes when he exhales again.]

That, [Arhen informs him, voice breathier than he'd like to admit,] is cheating. She's been giving you advice, hasn't she.

[...in all fairness, he does have an unfair advantage here, and this is simply leveling the field a bit. Still.]

If you mean to make it back to your room tonight, I think we should be going.

[serpentis]

Actually, I haven't been asking her for advice on how to proerly seduce an elf. I was only going with what I hoped would work.

[He stepped back, giving him a bow. He didn't want to be apart from him anymore than was necessary, but he couldn't very well do anything inappropriate here on the balcony.]

As you wish, we will leave at once and not a moment later.

[noherald]

[Arhen could, and he was, in fact, about this close to suggesting they not bother going at all (though he'd at least have found somewhere more out of the way); leaving is the better plan, though, and so he twines his arm through Dorian's and flashes him a very expectant grin.]

Lead on, then. I can be patient enough.

[...no, he can't, but he'll try.]