[ true to his word, Elias arrives on time and proceeds to let himself in. any feelings of apprehension are being thoroughly quashed, because there's really no point to them. either enough time has passed for Dorian to be willing to tolerate his company again, or Dorian has invited him over to bitch at him. Elias can deal with either of those.
He's familiar with Dorian's quarters, heading to where he expects him to be-- ]
You're looking as young and handsome as ever this evening, Mr. Gray.
[ does it still count as cheap flattery if they both know that's what it is? ]
[ except it very obviously gets him somewhere. Dorian preens at the compliment. He's in the kitchen, mixing up a few cocktails-gin sours today. And he seems... relatively in a good mood. Or at least, he seems like he won't bitch at Elias. ]
We are? I suppose you're within your rights to dictate that.
[ that's neither an overt apology nor an outright admission of yes I fucked you over to hurt a friend of yours and also other people. he doesn't look sheepish or apologetic.
but it's an admission that they both know that elias definitely fucked dorian over to hurt a friend of his as well as other people. ]
We are, [ Dorian nods. He knows that they both know Elias fucked Dorian over. And yet here they are, in Dorian's room, with him making cocktails for the both of them.
Honestly, Dorian doesn't know why he does these things. He just...does. He still wants Elias's company.
As he goes to grab the gin, Elias can see some of the other liquor bottles in his liquor cabinet. One of them is the small bottle of whiskey that Elias gave Dorian. It's pretty much empty: lazyass over here needs to clean out his cabinets. Dorian continues to talk as he makes the cocktails. ]
How have you been lately? After all, I doubt Melanie was the only person you ended up dealing with during that recent nonsense—you owe me a new shirt, by the way.
[ Elias is briefly taken by the mad notion of simply telling Dorian that usually his lovers don't survive when he throws them to the wolves. Never before, in fact. And that this is very strange for him.
But that's ludicrous. ]
Unlike your charming vampire of a boyfriend, all the visitors from my world were short, angry women bent on ruining my life. Detective Daisy Tonner broke my nose.
It's honestly a little impressive that you have two short, angry women bent on ruining your life, [ he points out, frown on his face as he continues making the cocktails. ] Does 'once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action' apply to something like that?
[ Dorian, at least, is treating this as if it's a perfectly normal conversation and a perfectly normal situation despite the fact that this also is very strange for him. He's not a man for second chances. And yet, here they are. ]
I'm self-aware enough to admit that they were probably within their rights to try to murder me, given our shared history. As for enemy action-- they're under the influence of the Slaughter and the Hunt, respectively. Murder is in their nature.
I do see some similarities between you and The Coming End That Waits For All And Cannot Be Ignored.
[ He smiles, not commenting about the unavoidable cold death of the universe in which all the truly immortal must face. That makes for poor flirting. ]
It's very hard to ignore you in bed, for example. You're terribly demanding.
Remind me to tell you of all the things which have happened to others who've had similar interests. Th- Jon himself got quite good at calling on our patron to Behold people into oblivion.
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He's familiar with Dorian's quarters, heading to where he expects him to be-- ]
You're looking as young and handsome as ever this evening, Mr. Gray.
[ does it still count as cheap flattery if they both know that's what it is? ]
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[ except it very obviously gets him somewhere. Dorian preens at the compliment. He's in the kitchen, mixing up a few cocktails-gin sours today. And he seems... relatively in a good mood. Or at least, he seems like he won't bitch at Elias. ]
We're drinking gin tonight.
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[ that's neither an overt apology nor an outright admission of yes I fucked you over to hurt a friend of yours and also other people. he doesn't look sheepish or apologetic.
but it's an admission that they both know that elias definitely fucked dorian over to hurt a friend of his as well as other people. ]
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Honestly, Dorian doesn't know why he does these things. He just...does. He still wants Elias's company.
As he goes to grab the gin, Elias can see some of the other liquor bottles in his liquor cabinet. One of them is the small bottle of whiskey that Elias gave Dorian. It's pretty much empty: lazyass over here needs to clean out his cabinets. Dorian continues to talk as he makes the cocktails. ]
How have you been lately? After all, I doubt Melanie was the only person you ended up dealing with during that recent nonsense—you owe me a new shirt, by the way.
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But that's ludicrous. ]
Unlike your charming vampire of a boyfriend, all the visitors from my world were short, angry women bent on ruining my life. Detective Daisy Tonner broke my nose.
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[ Dorian, at least, is treating this as if it's a perfectly normal conversation and a perfectly normal situation despite the fact that this also is very strange for him. He's not a man for second chances. And yet, here they are. ]
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[ There's a pause, before Dorian teases in a sing-song voice, ]
That means you're never getting rid of meeee~
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[ He smiles, not commenting about the unavoidable cold death of the universe in which all the truly immortal must face. That makes for poor flirting. ]
It's very hard to ignore you in bed, for example. You're terribly demanding.
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[ And he pushes a gin sour over towards Elias. ]
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That's a dangerous thing to say to an avatar of the Ceaseless Watcher.
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[ Not exactly. But kinky enough. Dorian raises his own cocktail before taking a slightly-too-large sip of it. ]
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and he's about to continue when the taste hits him and he has to pause because he'd forgotten this was gin. give him a moment ]
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That won't do. ]
I've never been fond of it, but I'll make do.
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It's his dick. He wants his dick in Elias's mouth. ]
After all, I'm sure you have had a very stressful past few weeks. You should relax.
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and then scoffs ]
I'll relax when my warden learns to act like an adult.
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There's no chance we could leave him in the next place we make port?
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I understand the impulse though.
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