Recent content by Dorian

"Oh," Dorian blinked, "That makes things easy." Entirely satisfied having played with her hair, Dorian opened his hand and watched the braid slip from his grasp. He sat back, propping himself on his hands, and was content to silently watch Chasmine continue mending his jacket.

Dorian canted his head with a small smile, "Not quite." He placed the mug on the floor between them to take her braid into his hands and began to run his hands over the twisted strands. "Seems like a lot of work," he said, "Your hair, that is."

What he hadn't the courage to say to his friend, Chasmine did herself. Dorian ruefully smiled. "Well, it is pretty close in color, huh," he made a thoughtful noise and sat cross-legged, gripping his cup of tea. Sipped it, not intending on letting it go to waste. Even if it was far from...

Watching Chasmine move about the cluttered space to access the sewing kit, it dawned upon Dorian just how much stuff she had. Like she'd spent more time collecting oddities over anything else. She'd taken full advantage of the loosened rules. It was almost impressive. "Full-fledged Dreadlords...

"Sounds like her," Dorian said with a chuckle. Ralene was among the few that he didn't think ill of, but perhaps that was from a lack of engagement with her. In the months to come, Ralene would earn a great deal of respect from Dorian as word would quickly spread of the reason behind her...

"Some flower, eh? Super-flower..." Dorian took the mug, "Thanks." While waiting for the tea to cool, he turned the mug in his hands and ran his thumb over the carvings. All the detailed contours. He closed his eyes and focused hard on the wood's texture. "I like to whittle, but I'm not very...

Dorian followed Chasmine's gaze to the chair and fluttered his fingers in a small wave. "Hi, Dandy." Back to the tea. "Can't say that I follow," Dorian said with a shrug, "What's chamomile?" The boy's eyes wandered to Chas, specifically to her choice of loose-fitting clothing. He followed...

Was there ever such a space in the old castle? "Cozy," Dorian mused as he stepped in, tattered jacket folded over his arm. Compared to earlier in the day, the lines of his face were relaxed, and he spoke gently to Chas. He walked across the room to set it at the foot of her bed, then moved...

"Sure," he sheepishly responded. Cleared his throat. "Yeah, okay. I'll, uh, see you again. Later. Soon, uh, tonight." Floundering, blubbering idiot. "I've got a couple things needing... done. So, yeah," Dorian's hand cut the air in a stiff wave and the boy made a swift exit from the washroom...

Hands gripping the wash trough's rim, Dorian stared at the cloudy water in it as Chasmine spoke. He yanked the plug up, watched the water drain, and then turned to face his friend. Blue eyes absently settled on the girl as each article of clothing was peeled off. Dorian rolled his eyes, "I...

"He relied too much on tools and was too easily flustered by unexpected circumstances." Heavy as all hell to drag, too, but that needn't be said aloud. Dorian had constructed a makeshift sled, and using some old rope, pulled Ruud along for a couple of days "Couldn't say. Probably the same...

Crumpled by his feet laid his jacket, a standard-issue piece of his uniform. Unlike most of his peers, who had taken to their own styles, Dorian was among the rare few to keep wearing it as intended. He preferred the tall collar, even if the jacket was a bit too baggy, and sleeves too long...

Some time later. Hunched over a long, stone basin in the communal washroom, Dorian furiously rubbed his hands in the lukewarm water, then up to his arms, scrubbing with his nails to remove grime and blood. Cleansing himself had left the water murky, and he splashed his face and rubbed where a...

"You think so?" Dorian's smile widened, his teeth peeking through, and he shyly turned his face away, "Thanks." His face relaxed as suddenly contentedness in being alone with the girl washed over him. "Why don't you stay with me tonight, Chas? And if you'd like, we can lay together like this...

Dorian snorted, then squeaked with an outburst of laughter, rendering him teary-eyed and breathless. "That's a silly joke," he said, sighing and wiping the corners of his eyes with the side of his hand. Had he ever laughed so hard? Dorian's arm tightened around Chas, and he smiled at the ceiling.