[It's one of the things he worries about, sometimes-- would Dorian truly end up happy with a partner who wouldn't want to live that sort of life? Is there a middle ground they'll both be content with?
Those aren't thoughts to dwell on at the moment, and the pensive look fades easily from his face.]
[He's clearly pleased, brightening almost instantly, ears perked.]
You're so like a cat, amatus.
[The foreign words always feel clumsy off his tongue, not nearly so smooth and lilting as his elven, but he likes to use them anyway. For Dorian's sake.]
Always keeping yourself groomed, sharp-tongued, and now gifting me dead things. Should I count myself lucky you didn't simply leave it at my doorstep?
[Arhen's tone is softer than one might expect, given his teasing; there's a good deal of fondness behind it.]
[He chuckles softly. The term of endearment isn't lost on him, and he actually looks away, smiling honestly for a moment before he collects himself against the intense happiness in his heart.]
Now, Arhen, if you'd rather, I can find something far more impressive than a tooth to leave at your doorstep. Perhaps I'd even wrap myself up in a little bow and put bells on.
[Sorry, Dorian, he's far more comfortable saying things like that now. There will undoubtedly be more of them.]
-I do owe you, though, this is two gifts you've found for me now and I haven't had any for you. Don't go and make it three before I've had a chance to start catching up.
[Oh, that quip earns a grin from him, and he chuckles.]
Very well, I'll have to bide my time until you can shower me with presents. Thought, I must say, that a night with you like you already gave me was gift enough.
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[There's a hint of teasing laughter in his voice, a fond look on his face. Clearly, he's not complaining.]
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[He says it with fondness, and then his sarcasm is back.]
How else will you grow accustomed to my decadent and extravagant lifestyle?
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[It's one of the things he worries about, sometimes-- would Dorian truly end up happy with a partner who wouldn't want to live that sort of life? Is there a middle ground they'll both be content with?
Those aren't thoughts to dwell on at the moment, and the pensive look fades easily from his face.]
Will you tell me, or do you plan to make me wait?
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[He holds something up to the camera- a canine tooth, strung on leather.]
A talisman, of sorts. I made one for Jove, and I thought that I ought to make one for you, as well. Not that I doubt your capabilities, no, simply...
[..."you're precious to me and I want to make sure you're safe at all times."
But he can't bring himself to say it.]
...I enjoy gifting dead things. It's a little Mortalitasi quirk.
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You're so like a cat, amatus.
[The foreign words always feel clumsy off his tongue, not nearly so smooth and lilting as his elven, but he likes to use them anyway. For Dorian's sake.]
Always keeping yourself groomed, sharp-tongued, and now gifting me dead things. Should I count myself lucky you didn't simply leave it at my doorstep?
[Arhen's tone is softer than one might expect, given his teasing; there's a good deal of fondness behind it.]
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Now, Arhen, if you'd rather, I can find something far more impressive than a tooth to leave at your doorstep. Perhaps I'd even wrap myself up in a little bow and put bells on.
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[Sorry, Dorian, he's far more comfortable saying things like that now. There will undoubtedly be more of them.]
-I do owe you, though, this is two gifts you've found for me now and I haven't had any for you. Don't go and make it three before I've had a chance to start catching up.
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Very well, I'll have to bide my time until you can shower me with presents. Thought, I must say, that a night with you like you already gave me was gift enough.