[ The fingertips playing through his hair have his eyes hooding just enough to indicate pleasure, and he's a little forgotten where he is, as a part of him is back in Minrathous, seeking out the few corners where elves aren't slaves, in the shadows where he is less careful than he is anywhere else.
Not quite by chance, a few candles within the room gutter and wink out, leaving enough to see by, but corners cloaked in black.
His eyes chase the sight of tongue and tooth, and Dorian accepts the invitation he believes it implies. Dorian pushes his posture up to press his mouth to Zevran's in the same movement. His clothing is beginning to feel as restricting as some several layers of silk and hide can be, the dig of buckles tugging at tailoring. (As is standard: his heart skips a bit at his own actions, as if hijacked by someone else's disapproval.) ]
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Date: 2016-02-19 08:07 am (UTC)[ The fingertips playing through his hair have his eyes hooding just enough to indicate pleasure, and he's a little forgotten where he is, as a part of him is back in Minrathous, seeking out the few corners where elves aren't slaves, in the shadows where he is less careful than he is anywhere else.
Not quite by chance, a few candles within the room gutter and wink out, leaving enough to see by, but corners cloaked in black.
His eyes chase the sight of tongue and tooth, and Dorian accepts the invitation he believes it implies. Dorian pushes his posture up to press his mouth to Zevran's in the same movement. His clothing is beginning to feel as restricting as some several layers of silk and hide can be, the dig of buckles tugging at tailoring. (As is standard: his heart skips a bit at his own actions, as if hijacked by someone else's disapproval.) ]