004 // the house of sin

[serpentis]

Who: Dorian and assorted guests
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, 3/10
Action: In a villa practically in the forest (THE HOUSE OF SIN)
When: Broadcast- 3/10 // Action- 3/9-3/31? Until we leave.

Broadcast:

[The broadcast goes out on 3/10, and Dorian smirks a bit into the feed.]

I believe I've secured lodging for myself, with room enough for several others. If you need a place to stay, do let me know. It's a quaint little villa a bit outside of town. ...please don't mind the suspicious glances, I assure you, I've done nothing entirely against the guidelines that were set.

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Action:

[Dorian has secured a villa, but the residents of Mor don't seem too keen on having an evil mage for a neighbor. As the month goes on, more and more villagers will show up to stand at the gates of the villa and threaten to come in after the "evil wizard".

Maybe he shouldn't have gone so overboard with the whole "contacting the spirits of the dead" thing.]

((OOC: Mingle post for the House of Sin. We'll pretend there are enough rooms in here for everyone! Even if you character only drops by to rest their feet a bit, everyone is welcome to visit and stay the night if they want.))

Comments

[dawnwillcome]

[It is quite cute, and she has to bite her lip to keep from laughing. She does take her hand away though, debating for a moment before she just lets it rest on his shoulder.]

What was that?

[serves]

[And he sets his hand on her arm, gently rubbing small circles where his thumb rests.]

Very funny.

[dawnwillcome]

You say that like I'm not usually funny. I can be quite humorous, Cullen.

[serves]

I feel as if I just entered dangerous territory.

[Like he's not in it already, here in the bed with her.]

[dawnwillcome]

[In bed with her with his hands all over her, even. It's a veritable bed minefield.]

I'll spare you my wrath for tonight if you'll close your eyes. You'll never get to sleep at this rate.

[serves]

What about you?

[You don't seem all that sleepy, missy.]

[dawnwillcome]

[She's tempted to joke, tell him she'll spend the time between him falling asleep and doing it herself scheming up ways to get him to share her bed tomorrow night, but that might hit a little too close to him.]

Who is taking care of who, here? Don't worry about me.

[serves]

I'll always worry.

[Either as her Commander or advisor or lover or friend.]

[dawnwillcome]

[She's supposed to be encouraging sleeping now, and yet here she is reaching up to touch the tip of her finger to the center of his forehead.]

That would explain all these lines, then.

[serves]

I don't have that many.

[Just a fair amount. But he laughs a little.]