@theredconqueror asked: ❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ &. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬: still accepting.
"Of course you had. I've gone and found myself indulging in the Inquisition's personal stores," Dorian remarks. "Something--" or someone "-- has got to wash the taste down."
And it's not truly foul, he supposes, what with its color both honey and so summer wheat pale. Dorian considers its viscosity, the thick flavor in its body clamoring with a harshness to his throat and gums. It twinkles quite prettily, his alcove's lone window bleeding its sun. He keeps it there twirling, his wrist whisk-whisking his shimmery glass. There in this 'library' with its comical choices... Head tilting, the mage supposes they're its best read yet. "That opens some doors to inquiry, you know that, yes? Case in point: it implies that you've your ideas as to what things I like."
And what a fascinating plotline to explore! Smiling, the jest, all fun, is a quarter-way harmless. Goodness, what a thrill it gives to thrust men in the spotlight.
