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[fantachetic]

Who: Dorian Pavus & You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Malum
When: post-shuffle

[ It's been quite a while since Dorian made a public broadcast, but all things considered, someone should do it, and why not him? He's nice to look at, has a way with words, and in a thoroughly bad mood. Still, no one would be able to tell with that public mask he has.

The feed opens up on a booth at Malum, A close-up of Dorian and his glass of wine. ]

For those of you who have somehow not noticed, a great number of our own have left this cold, dismal place that has yet to reward us for their invasive and cruel treatment of us. [ An elegant eyebrow raises and his mouth draws into a line. ]

The most appalling is their lack of proper spirits, however, this will have to do. The very least we deserve is a decent meal and a proper, stiff drink- perhaps twenty. It is an insignificantly small mercy that the ones who are no longer with us don't have to suffer the Atroma and their churlish silent treatment.

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[theirondragon]

[The Bull prides himself on seeing what people need most, and he reaches out, plucking that empty glass from his hands and placing it on the bar.]

We're going back to my ship, and you're going to let go for a little while. I have some bedsheets that miss you.

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[fantachetic]

[ Dorian doesn't fight the glass being taken from him, merely watching morosely as it's placed on the bar. It honestly doesn't sound like a bad idea, following Bull back to his quarters so he can relinquish his tightly-held control. The ache in his heart is a severe one, and he knows that with time, it will be manageable, though it doesn't seem that way now. ]

..All right.

action; --> ss heron...much later

[theirondragon]

[It didn't take much to convince Dorian to come with him, with was pretty telling in itself. When Dorian was only slightly bothered, he was all fight and bluster For him to be this compliant suggested exactly what the Bull expected: heartbreak. He took him back to his ship, he bound the mage with his favorite knots and took the reins while Dorian let go. It was as passionate and intense as it ever was, but now, newly, it was also close, a sort of bonding but also...an affirmation, to Dorian, to them.

And always when the mage let go, the Bull was spent by the end, lying on his back, his Kadan curled against his side. He moved his thumb in slow circles against Dorian's spine, letting the mage take the time he needed for whatever he needed.]

[fantachetic]

[ Bull always knew what Dorian needed, even if he didn't at the time. He plays Dorian's body like an instrument, and after all is said and done, he can only lay there sated and tired. Curled against Bull's warm skin as he waits for his heartbeat to normalize, Dorian drifts in between sleep and wakefulness. He hums as those firm hands travel up and down his spine. ]

Thank you, Amatus.

[theirondragon]

[The Bull chuffs at that, a soft laugh from deep in his chest, the movement of his thumb not stopping.]

We're past that, Dorian. You're my Kadan. I take care of you.

[fantachetic]

Mm. You do that impeccably well. [ He presses a kiss to Bull's skin. ]

[theirondragon]

I like taking care of my people.

[He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly.]

Even better when I benefit too.

[fantachetic]

You never have to worry about that with me. You've always taken care of me.

[theirondragon]

Yeah, well, I know the difference between a person and a group of people. I like you.

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian hums, snuggling back into Bull. ] I'm certain you've noticed I feel the same.

[theirondragon]

Yeah, maybe.

[And that grin, again.]