"Who says I have enemies? That’s a leading question," Dorien frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. "I’m a nice and friendly guy! I can’t really think of anyone who would want to hurt me or my family. I know Procrastin has a tendency to be an arrogant ass, but people usually understands he doesn’t always mean it, or that they really shouldn’t question him on things he’s an expert on.
"Admittedly, we do have exciting lives, but it’s been winding down a bit. Any real danger is usually in a controlled situation, so…" He shrugs. "A kid wouldn’t be out of the question, plus I’d like to think that Pro and I would be capable parents, and able to protect any sort of child."
Dorien stares, and raises an eyebrow. “What kind of attraction are we talking about? Romantic or sexual?” He taps his chin thoughtfully, glancing off to the side. After several moments, he shrugs. “I’d like to say I’m equal opportunity for both, but I admit that I’d be a bit more… Ah, concerned or picky for sexual. I’d probably only consider following through if all the bits fit and match up and isn’t too ridiculous to attempt.”
He shrugs again. “So that’d probably leave out… A lot of the shorter races… But then again, if Pro had been a gnome, I’d probably have still tried to marry him and stuff, because he’s Pro! Although I suspect that there wouldn’t be any coin tosses to see who got to top each night. He would probably win by default.”
He scrunches up his nose. “But I admit I have a really hard time imagining Pro as anything other than an attractive and devastatingly sexy six foot five mage with an awe inspiring command of the arcane and fire. And really really nice legs. And ass.”
He trails off, staring off to the side again with a big ol’ grin on his face. He glances up for half a second, before hurrying off. “I’m going to go have sex with my husband.”
Here’s some examples to start you off-
- Confess! Are you turned on by [insert kink here]?
- Confess! Do you like [insert name here]?
- Confess! Is it true that you once [insert odd/silly activity here]?
- Confess! Are you scared of [insert fear here]?
- Confess! Did you cry during [insert movie here]Or think of your own! Be as cunning as you like…
Dorien wasn’t the type of man to lose sleep over things. If something bad happened, it happened; a plan was plotted out, and it was dealt with. It made any sort of problem manageable, and then it wasn’t something to worry about. Dorien liked plans, even if they were only made up of half-formed ideas; that just made them easy to change on the fly.
There was very little he’s done - bad, good, and there was a long list of each - that would make him lose sleep. He had made peace with them, in the case of the bad, and just considered it his duty to do, in the case of the good.
There was one moment in time where he did lose sleep, which wasn’t something he enjoyed admitting. Pro was kidnapped, and for all his work and plans, Dorien wasn’t able to find out what happened to him. Procrastin was gone for almost a week, and Dorien was a wreck by the second day. He tried not to sleep, because what happened if some information got back to him in the night, and he wasn’t awake to act on it? He grudgingly slept at times, because he knew he had to, but it was never restful.
He kept it under control, and didn’t let people on to the fact that he was running on steam. Except one moment, when he was talking with Natharai and asking for help, when his cousin snuck up on him.
In response, Dorien had tried to break his cousin’s ribs.
Thankfully, Natharai was there to smooth things over, because he had been sleeping. Dorien felt ashamed; he never let his actions be guided so easily by his paranoia. He tried to sleep more after that, until he found out where Pro was being kept, and went to save him.
After checking the mage over, and holding him, Dorien slept better.
They slept fantastically after Dorien promised Pro that he’d hunt down and kill the people who kidnapped him in the first place though.
This was going to be awkward.
She supposed to herself that he’d no doubt be amused by her hesitation, by the rigid lines of her posture as she sits, hovering over a stack of papers in preparation. By the way she was turning what was probably a very simple task for others into some sort of trial for herself. She knows it’s a bit ridiculous. She is, at least, that much aware.
But that realization doesn’t do much to quell the anxiety, or the doubts she voices aloud to the empty room.
"Why am I bothering with this?" and "I don’t even want to go, why would he?" These are insignificant in number compared to what’s going on in her head.
After a few more moments of these quiet denials, Cadence finally picks up her ink pen and begins writing.
Mr. Mydral -
I realize it has been some time since my last correspondence, and for that I offer apology if the lack thereof has caused offense.
I write to you now of a small event that is approaching - it is an informal estate auction. I normally would have passed something of this nature by, as I much prefer to see unwanted property go toward donations, but as I understand it this particular estate is burdened with an overabundance of old books. I intend to visit only to see what is available from the library and thought perhaps you would like to join me.
Cadence pauses, rereading what she’s written, with a small sigh. Then she continues to wrap the letter up.
If you’ve any interest please do let me know and I can provide for you the address details and time.
((Sorry, I HAD TO))
The letter was whipped away from under Cadence’s quill, leaving a long stain of ink from where she had signed.
"You’re inviting the ginger, but not me?” Of course Alkrenon had been eavesdropping and looking over Cadence’s shoulder as she wrote because she had been way too quiet about it, and, naturally, quiet Cadence was suspicious Cadence. Immediately he turns around to read the letter more thoroughly, using his tail to block the paladin from getting to the front and snag it from him.
"See, I would’ve gone to this! Even if it was just for books. Big, cumbersome, archaic manuscripts on paper that one crystal could hold the information of a hundred, but sure."
The draenei held the letter up over his head just in case Cadence decided to climb over him or something. He still wasn’t done reading and picking at Cadence over its contents.
"Ooh…! Mr. Mydral. How formal, yeh? Heh.”
He was now holding the letter aloft in one hand, high above, and holding Cadence down with the other, palm on her head.
“I offer an apology… property go towards donations…. perhaps you would like to join me - and Alkrenon, let’s add that part. Light bless, C. Greystone. Keel over in a ditch, Alkrenon.”
Eventually, the letter was returned to Cadence. Or, more accurately, the letter was snatched out of Alkrenon’s hand by the not-happy paladin that proceeded to huff and turn her back.
"Go ahead and make a face, but I’m going anyway!"
((I had to as well.))
Today was going to be a good day.