[He only managed a low laugh at the flattery. He couldn't help it. Alucard was not wrong, although not for the reasons he had said it - if anyone did not get anything done while in Thedas, it had less to do with his wit and charm than it did his heritage. Perhaps the world where Alucard came might be different. He wanted to ask, wanted to know what sort of place contained magnificent and dangerous creatures like him, but it didn't seem the time or place.
At the door to his assigned apartment, he paused. The whole while he'd led, Dorian had opened doors using the hand on his injured arm as the other was occupied applying pressure with shirt fabric, and the movement stung each time, reminding him of the teeth-marks embedded in his skin. He knew his skin messy and bloody beneath. The shirt would be well beyond repair.
It was true. Dorian was the one who asked him here. At the time it had seemed wiser than leaving him to the streets, for someone else.
It would be wiser now to let him in, but then trap him in the room alone, until this bloodlust wore off (if it did). His mind entertained the option; but he doubted he could keep someone like the vampire in any space he did not want to be. Even with hasty magic.
Dorian remembered earlier's fear - but he also remembered the glimpse of quick tears, that look of sadness, the slow unraveling imagery of the woman in his head. And the thrill of it, too, secret in his own mind, something he didn't wish to admit. Dorian sighed as he placed his hand on the door handle and pushed it open.]
Yes, probably.
[Lucky he did not have a roommate. It was a small space: two beds in the main living area, a tiny kitchen, the basics of furniture. It was tidy, at least. Dorian shut the door behind them, then turned toward the bathroom.]
I'm going to clean and bandage this up. You can entertain yourself for a few moments, can't you?
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At the door to his assigned apartment, he paused. The whole while he'd led, Dorian had opened doors using the hand on his injured arm as the other was occupied applying pressure with shirt fabric, and the movement stung each time, reminding him of the teeth-marks embedded in his skin. He knew his skin messy and bloody beneath. The shirt would be well beyond repair.
It was true. Dorian was the one who asked him here. At the time it had seemed wiser than leaving him to the streets, for someone else.
It would be wiser now to let him in, but then trap him in the room alone, until this bloodlust wore off (if it did). His mind entertained the option; but he doubted he could keep someone like the vampire in any space he did not want to be. Even with hasty magic.
Dorian remembered earlier's fear - but he also remembered the glimpse of quick tears, that look of sadness, the slow unraveling imagery of the woman in his head. And the thrill of it, too, secret in his own mind, something he didn't wish to admit. Dorian sighed as he placed his hand on the door handle and pushed it open.]
Yes, probably.
[Lucky he did not have a roommate. It was a small space: two beds in the main living area, a tiny kitchen, the basics of furniture. It was tidy, at least. Dorian shut the door behind them, then turned toward the bathroom.]
I'm going to clean and bandage this up. You can entertain yourself for a few moments, can't you?