March 25, 2008

[dorian_grace]

Dorian was, actually, quite bored.

To the usual passerby, however, it would seem that he was very much the opposite. With a beautiful redhead seated in front of him, bar stool turned so she could lean on his shoulder as she laughed into his neck, it seemed like he had it made. How could any man be bored with THAT right in front of him?

Ah, well.

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[dorian_grace]

“There was no threat of that happening,” he replied calmly, wondering how she’d react to that. Dorian knew Adriana would never murder him, he did. For as much as she hated him, there was still a grudging amount of respect between them. He was confident Adriana wouldn’t do that.

After a moment, he asked another question. “Why didn’t you? Keep it on me, I mean. I know you’re fond of it.”

Ah, no, Dorian wouldn’t do anything of that sort here, either. Streets were for walking, not for lying in. Even though they were much more casual than usual, Dorian’s clothes were still very expensive, and he was still very much concerned with getting them dirty. He wanted to be out of this sodding ditch five minutes ago.

Dorian moved on to brushing off the arms of his coat, shrugging it off to shake it out. He didn’t so much as glance at her on the ground. Rather, Dorian ignored her completely, unphased by what he’d done. No sign of amusement and no sign of regret. At this point, he was just sick of her. He wanted his answer, and he wanted to go home.

Unfortunately, there was no way he could leave now.

Dorian raised his eyebrows at her threat, eyes quickly flickering to look at her for a moment before he stared straight again. “Why don’t you try me and see?” he asked, running his finger lightly down the handle of his wand.

[adriana_winters]

She rolled her eyes at his answer. It was just an expression! Of course Adriana would never really kill Dorian. The respect would remain, regardless of how angry he could make her. Quite honestly, she couldn't fathom a situation where she truly would want to murder him.

"I am fond of it," she confirmed idly, "but I like variety. This is just the foreplay, if you will."

She'd love to know why he thought he couldn't leave. That she wouldn't give him his answer?

Standing just behind his left shoulder, wand pushed lightly into his neck, she weighed her options. Oh, another Cruciatus was tempting, but perhaps something smaller would be a better build up, a hex not so much painful as humiliating. It was clear neither enjoyed the dirt.

"Incarcerous," she muttered quietly, moving her wand from his neck to his feet, ropes wrapping around his ankles tightly. She took a step back, waiting to see how good he was at keeping his balance.

"I believe the saying goes 'be careful what you wish for', no?"