#afallenbridge

Dances were a chance for dorian to show off. they always had been, the centre of attention amongst a crowd of couldn’t-care-lessers, just how he’d always liked it. boys and girls alike had wanted to dance with him yet, dorian had never wanted to dance with them. he was the approached, not the approacher.

and yet here he was, dressed in finest dior, long hair neatly tucked behind his ears at someone’s door. not just anyone's door though, jesse’s. dorian couldn’t deny how good it felt to be around him, how his kindness had stirred something deep in dorian that he didn’t know he still had. swallowing hard, he knocked on the door and spoke as soon as it was opened;

“i’m taking you to the ball. you don’t have to dress fancy. i think you’re lovely as you are,”

he trusts a rare few people, and even then he's so particular about who they are. coming back from a shoot in an unfamiliar bit of town had been a bad idea, but he was curious. not even his mouth could get him out of the situation, they took his wallet and phone, watches and rings and had the audcaity to break his nose. jesse, he feels, he can trust to a degree. that's why he's actively sought him out in his time of need, and greets him with ; "isn't the red a good contrast againt my skin and hair?"

camp!starter for @afallenbridge // jesse