Tayla Smith and Joan Amador like this
Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2021 18:26:48 GMT
So close, physically; so many supercharged emotions in their most concentrated, perfect states. These aspects and more played into their newfound empathic bond and, more than any moment before, Dorian felt a soul-soothing balance. Joan passed to him his true fear and anxieties; Dorian traded him back love, adoration and support. The kind of emotional safety and compassionate chord that he felt struck between them, in that moment, made the crimson of his irises dull into a gentle, smoldering glow. Dorian stared earnestly, but softly at Joan, and leaning forward, he butted their foreheads together. "It's not," Dorian murmured, understanding but thoughtful that Joan couldn't see the strength that he so obviously had. "I know it's not too much for you. But," he carried on, because the truth didn't matter, if Joan felt this way, "you don't have to worry about that." He shifted his and Joan's hands, to where the ancestral ring that the smaller man wore on his ring finger was obvious. Dorian smiled, and the cunning and slyness that was normally so inherent in the expression was replaced by tenderness. He rested the ring against his own lower lip and, words somewhat muffled from the nearness, added, "I'm with you. In all things. You'll never ben alone again." | ... to be talkin' to you: b e l l a d o n a. should've taken a break, not an oxford comma. take what i want when i wanna. and i want ya ... Warlock |
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