#╰ 𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝙷. ╯ ⋯ someone worthy of my friends‚ a king worthy of his kingdom

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@heartvalor​​ said   —   are you really in a position to mock me?  / chaol to dorian ! TASTES LIKE CANDY STARTERS.

          there  were  a  thousand  expressions  that  the  crown  prince  felt  he  reserved  only  for  his  closest  friend  and  fiercest  protector.      a  smirk,    lightly  tinged  with  fondness,    seemed  to  be  the  one  that  he  wore  easiest.      what  else  was  dorian  meant  to  do  after  bidding  one  of  the  lovely  women  attending  the  party  they’d  crashed  to  distract  the  man,    long  enough  to  let  him  make  his  subtle  exit  from  the  crowd?      it  wasn’t  his  fault  that  some  people  seemed  to  find  the  chivalrous  and  strong  type  undesirable.      it  certainly  wasn’t  his  fault  that  chaol  westfall’s  warm  brown  eyes  could  make  anyone  swoon.    and  if  dorian  spent  a  second  too  long  looking  into  them  each  and  every  day,    that  was  through  no  fault  of  his  own  either.      (what  else  was  a  prince  to  do  except  love  the  one  person  who  had  given  him  unconditional  love  all  of  these  years?)      perhaps  he  is  more  relaxed  and  giddy  than  he  ought  to  be,    having  found  himself  in  the  company  of  a  lovely  party-goer  and  the  reason  that  he’d  required  more  than  a  few  moments  without  prying  eyes.      she'd  been  beautiful,    after  all,    and  a  much  needed  distraction.      or  maybe  it’s  just  being  around  chaol,    the  ease  of  gravitating  towards  him  that  dorian  has  long  since  grow  accustomed  too.      “with  that  look  on  your  face  right  now,    one  would  think  i’m  better  suited  than  most.”      it  is  far  too  easy  to  bat  innocent  lashes  at  his  companion,    half-hoping  he  doesn’t  look  too  ruffled  to  be  deemed  unpresentable  by  the  other  man      (as  if  chaol  wouldn’t  know.    there  were,    after  all,    few  secrets  between  them:    except  for  the  one  dorian  guarded  close  to  his  chest,    WHERE  HIS  HEART  BORE  THE  MAN'S  NAME).

          his  amusement  must  be  palpable  as  he  lifts  his  head  to  inspect  chaol,    eyes  gleaming  when  he  notices  the  smudge  of  red  lipstick  on  his  cheek.      so  the  woman  whose  eye  had  fallen  on  chaol  had  left  her  mark  in  her  attempts.      dorian  stifles  the  rolling  wave  of  jealousy  as  he  reaches  up  to  brush  it  with  his  thumb    (as  if  he  were  any  better,    as  if  he  didn’t  spend  his  nights  seeking  for  thrills  in  people  only  because  they  were  something  he  could  have  when  what  he  truly  wanted  was  unattainable),    drawing  closer  than  necessary  but  needing  the  proximity  all  the  same.      “is  something  the  matter,    captain?      don’t  tell  me  debauchery  is  beyond  your  sensibilities,    you’re  much  too  handsome  for  that.”      jokes    —    they  were  familiar,    easy  to  make.      dorian  had  tried  out  all  of  his  best  with  chaol,    just  to  make  sure  they  stuck.      (he’d  also  tried  his  best  lines  with  him,    though  those  often  went  neither  noticed  or  commented  on.)      but  the  intimacy  of  this…      he  shakes  his  head,    huffing  a  gentle  laugh.      dorian  peels  his  gaze  away  before  he  allows  himself  to  get  lost  in  those  damned  eyes.      “i  wasn’t  lying.    the  color  does  suit  you.    you  didn’t  happen  to  catch  the  name  of  such  a  shade  while  you  were  fleeing  from  her,    by  any  chance?”

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