#((dorian and elizabeth do feel like they're just now beginning to get to know her))

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"I wouldn't mind at all," Dorian replied as he set down his napkin and utensils, more than eager to get out of the room and away from his parents and their guests, and all the gossip that had arisen during brunch. His heart was pounding and his blood was still boiling as he led Emily upstairs, letting out a heavy sigh as soon as they were out of earshot. It was as if someone finally turned a valve inside of him, allowing him to breathe and relax after being so tense.

Although he had a feeling Emily had only asked to be excused in order to escape the uncomfortable conversation, he nevertheless took his companion down a long corridor, gesturing to one of its many washrooms on the off-chance she did want to freshen up a bit. Honestly, it didn't sound like such a bad idea to him, going back to the washroom in his room to splash some cold water on his face and take a moment to gather his thoughts...

…tempting, yes, but he resisted, instead opting to run his hands down his face, groaning lowly, "I don't know how much longer I could've stood that..." Had he stayed a minute more, he felt as if he wouldn't have been able to hold his tongue anymore, and may have spoken out of turn and spoiled the brunch, and even perhaps endangered the de Clair's view of him, and he just couldn't have that...

Still, that didn't stop him from pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily and thinking to himself, I'm not awake enough for this!