[exalted] Shadow/Dari drabble
Shadow had never really been that much for talking. It tended, he found, to get in the way of actually doing things, which was inconvenient at best and deadly at worst. Until quite recently, he had generally found himself in the company of others who subscribed to a similar personal philosophy.
And then there was Ladarius. Dari had this way of bending Shadow's personal laws, or occasionally smashing them entirely to pieces. At the moment, he was expositing at length on the virtues of the finely-sewn robes Shadow had ordered tailored for him. They were, to Dari's obvious pleasure, an artfully masculine version of the infamous shop-window dress. The Twilight turned and posed before a long mirror, swirling his 'skirts' about his legs while Shadow leaned in a corner, a smirk playing over his lips.
"....embroidery is even accurate for the Age," Dari was saying, having already gone on about the fabrics at some length. Shadow snorted and melted into the eponymous dimness of the room. If Dari noticed, he didn't bother to take his eyes from the mirror. That is, he didn't bother unil Shadow was behind him, and dark fingers were deftly unhooking the delicate clasps of the robe.
"Yeah, yeah," he drawled into Ladarius' ear. "It looks good on you. It'll look great on the floor."
"You do know how to get a girl going, Shadow." But his hand came up to cup the sharp jaw.
"'S one of my many talents." He had made short work of the fastenings and was halfway through the buttons of Dari's shirt when there was a sharp rap on the door.
"Are you two behaving yourselves?" Peridot's voice was pointed, even through the door.
"Nope," Shadow called back, not bothering to remove his mouth from Dari's neck. Dari shivered. There was something to be said for brevity.