[ There's a lot of avoidance going on lately. Not physical. Dorian's usually pretty forthcoming in that regard, as evidenced here. The tension remains, though. Something carried in the shoulders and the eyes and mouth, but without words. Discomfort doesn't suit him, and he likes it even less when it's someone else carrying it, refusing to see to it.
Sometimes on the field, it's necessary to keep moving. But right now it feels like a festering wound that can't really be ignored for too much longer.
There's a significant look given to Dorian out of his one good eye before he reaches for the coil of rope. It's silky-fine in his hands, his thumb running over the texture of it. Nearly snake-like. Little of that 'Vint still in him, after all. ]
Good craftsmanship. When'd you order it?
[ A seemingly throwaway question as he looks it over. ]
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Sometimes on the field, it's necessary to keep moving. But right now it feels like a festering wound that can't really be ignored for too much longer.
There's a significant look given to Dorian out of his one good eye before he reaches for the coil of rope. It's silky-fine in his hands, his thumb running over the texture of it. Nearly snake-like. Little of that 'Vint still in him, after all. ]
Good craftsmanship. When'd you order it?
[ A seemingly throwaway question as he looks it over. ]