@divinetaste
lanque isn’t a regular in archimedes by any means, at least not in the night time. so many other bars are just so exciting, and he’s built such a high reputation for being willing to get dirty. it’s almost too easy in the other wards, now. sometimes, he just needs a break.
he’s hardly ever been one to hesitate when approaching someone either, but it’s best to scope out the field before just picking whoever he can get his hands on... this one guy, though. so finely dressed, and such a particular palette. the troll can’t resist making his way over and asking.
“ i know everyone has their favorites, i just find it a bit interesting that you’ve been getting the same house red all night. ” for once, he doesn’t immediately make physical contact with him. lanque simply leans over dorian’s shoulder, observing the way he swirls the wine glass and how uncleanly it stains the crystalline goblet. an untrained eye could never tell, but lanque is simply too familiar with blood and booze to not be able to tell the difference.
his restraint doesn’t last for long, as his hand smooths down the pale man’s free arm and his chin rests on his shoulder. he whispers sweetly into his ear, a hint of raspberry coating his breath “ is it that good, baby? it’s so unfair that you’re keeping it all to yourself. ”
