#.dorian havilliard : thread.

[littlequeens]

@featherstcnes dorian and margaery continued from here <3

the  night  of  the  harvest  moon  masquerade  was  margaery's  favorite  of  the  entire  year.  the  whole  of  the  reach  celebrated,  high  and  low  borns  alike.  masks  and  costumes  were  fashioned  months  in  advance,  the  annual  ball  thrown  in  highgarden  was  of  the  upmost  opulence.  flowers  of  every  variety  decorated  the  halls,  hanging  from  the  ceilings  in  extravagant  designs  and  filling  the  castle  with  the  sweetest  perfume.  rooms  were  filled  with  the  years  finest  harvest  and  sweetest  arbor  wine,  filling  stomaches  while  music  equally  filled  ears.  even  with  all  it's  beauty,  the  part  margaery  favored  the  most  was  the  masks.  not  for  their  beauty  but  for  their  anonymity.  it  was  the  one  day  of  the  year  where  she  did  not  need  to  pretend.  ironic,  that  a  physical  mask  allowed  her  to  shed  the  metaphorical  one.

a  cheeky  grin  curls  onto  her  lips  to  conceal  a  laugh,  a  nonchalant  shrug  of  her  shoulder  in  response  to  the  lord  before  her.  the  wine  her  and  loras  had  indulged  in  a  little  too  much  was  making  her  bolder  than  her  grandmother  would  deem  appropriate  for  the  little  rose.      ❛ both  seem  an  appropriate  response,  to  be  certain. ❜      head  tilts,  sending  a  cascade  of  brown  curls  over  her  shoulder,  small  flowers  and  golden  beads  woven  between  the  tresses.      ❛ although  I'm  sure  every  lady  in  attendance  would  be  green  with  envy  to  have  a  lord  such  as  yourself  at  my  feet,  I  shall  spare  your  reputation  as  well  as  your  garments.  there  is  nothing  I  despise  more  than  wrinkled  trousers.   ❜

[cthoniian]

an eye roll as he sips his champagne, for such dislike of him and the accident of his birth - she certainly does seem to find reasons to approach him. a wide berth usually given to aelin, not out of dislike, but for her own discomfort. while he may be the black sheep of his corrupt family, he is not unaware that the lineage he bears makes many uncomfortable.

the piercing eyes and dark hair that so perfectly mirror his fathers, the only thing he inherits from his mother is the higher cheekbones and wider jaw. his father more hawkish in his appearance, drawn and hollowed out. dorian often thinks to himself that had he not given his soul away he'd look better, but he keeps that thought to himself. usually. chaol's heard it ceaselessly.

' you do realise you could have stayed across the room. don't you? '

his voice a teasing drawl as he watches her from the corner of his eye, kaltain rompier angling towards him, her dark gaze hungry as he avoids meeting that glance only by spinning to face aelin. the glass he's held so delicately is drained and sit on a passing tray.

' dance with me? i'll owe you -- for life. '

his mother had chosen kaltain as an appropriate bride, but there was not one part of dorian, no matter his womanising reputation that craved to fulfill those desires for his mother, or kaltain.

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜// dorian && aelin // modern au // @littlequeens

[acourtofquestions]

The Captain and The Prince:

A Throne of Glass Short story (bonus) from a Throne of Glass paperback book

Taking place pre-Throne of Glass: as Chaol (the Captain) and Dorian (the Prince) discuss the deadly competition upcoming in Throne of Glass, the Assassin to be Champion, and set their path to Endovier to find her in Chapter 1.

@guardian-angel12

THRONE OF GLASS EXTRA STORY

The Captain and The Prince

This story belongs to Sarah J Maas. I claim NO ownership of this. 

ISBN: 978-1-61963-034-5 (paperback) 978-1-59990-695-9 (hardback)

[aueternus]

@f1ameheir aelin & dorian starter

They hadn't spoken properly ——— a couple of sentences exchanged between them at the most. It was a given; a war was raging, territories across the continent were in disarray, and Dorian... he was now the exiled king of his own empire. So many things had transpired in such a short span that any time to talk was near impossible. Hells, neither of them had been in the same room for over six months. Aelin was whisked away to the southern continent for her protection, and Dorian had been discovering the extent of his abilities, to control them.

As the memories of Sorcha bleed into his renowned mind, the whimpered apologies and the thud of her head connecting with the ground, the Havilliard heir is quick to suppress them before the emotions arise ——— he would not torment himself with that. Blue eyes flicker across to the assassin, arms crossed over his chest. “ ...You're different. ” Not a critic, merely an observation. Something snapped in Aelin upon seeing the mangled corpse of the Eyllwe princess, much similar to Dorian's own repressed grief with having to watch the execution of his lover. Now? She held her chin higher, authentic confidence in every stride.

“ I'd hoped you'd find some peace, some closure there. I just didn't expect to see a long lost queen return. I was expecting the foul-mouthed assassin I met all that time. ” The corners of his lips twitch briefly ——— the change wasn't terrible by any means; hope of gaining freedom and prosperity had been re-established across the continent. Then again, both of them had changed. Dorian was still figuring out if his change of self was for the better or the worse.

[silly--fangirl]

so about me:

HIIII i'm alexa (if you're from 🇵🇱 call me Ola <333)

i LOVE books, mostly fantasy, but sometimes i'll read something else

series that live in my head rent free:

got, tog, the deavabad trilogy, soc duology, acotar??????, and much more

my beloved characters:

Nesta Archeron, Darayavahoush e-Afshin, Sansa Stark, Daenerys Targaryen, the whole Martell house, Lucien Vanserra, Gwyneth Berdara, Emerie, Nahri e-Nahid, Jude Duarte, Cardan Greenbriar, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, Dorian Havilliard, Manon Blackbeak, Elide Lochan, Lorcan Salvaterre, Gavriel, Fang Runin, Lidia Cervos

also a quick claryfication: if i say something about some of my prefered ships I MEAN FANON

i also love: crocheting, painting, drawing, going to the gym, writing, poetry, tbh most forms of art, cooking, baking, EATING THE FOOD I MAKE, doing gel nail extentions (i'm proud of this one), complaining, annoying my friends, summer, autumn but only in theory (as soon as the weather gets cold i loose my will to exist), hot girl walks, taylor swift, just overall listening to music and MANY other things

i also like to make my own life miserable by choice sometimes (TRYING NOT TO DO THAT A LOT, but chaos just CALLS to me), rn it's just a whole mess kept together by a single thread. i'm not in a very positive place in life, but i want to figure it all out so keep your fingers crossed for me💖💖

i am usually thirsting over fictional characters (or this one tall hot guy from my town who doesn't know about my existence)

my romantic life is almost non existent tho, so there's not a lot of tea on it

i'd love to move out of poland in a couple of years and i'm contemplating canada, scotland, denmark and norway (leaning the most towards canada and scotland because i have family there)

i would love to become a tattoo artist and i hope i finally take steps toward it

posts about my personal life or shit posts will be tagged: #alexa's yapping

i sometimes feel like i have one braincell (and share it with my friends)

but hey at least i'm fun right

i don't know what else to put in here so yeah!! but if anyone has read it up to this point, love you, you're amazing!!

[afantasycourt]

independent multi muse rp account featuring a variety of muses from acotar, bridgerton, the witcher, marvel, and more. written by kel, 21+, she/her, uk based.

open starter tag

currently reading: fourth wing

rules & mules are under read more

MUSES.

bridgerton.

hyacinth bridgerton: florence hunt, danielle rose russell

sophie beckett: alexandra dowling

francesca bridgerton: ruby stokes, hannah dodd.

lucy abernathy: adelaide kane.

kate sharma: simone ashley.

daphne bridgerton: phoebe dynevor

edwina sharma: charithra chandran

penelope featherington: nicola coughlan

anthony bridgerton: johnathan bailey

benedict bridgerton: luke thompson

colin bridgerton: luke newton

violet ledger (bridgerton) - ruth gemmell, connie jenkins

lady danbury - arsema thomas

queen charlotte - india ria amarteifio

a court of thorns & roses.

nesta acheron - phoebe tonkin

elain archeron - lily james

feyre archeron - freya allan

rhysand - undecided

throne of glass.

yrene towers - zendaya

elide lochan - danielle campbell

aelin galathynius - skylar samuels

dorian havilliard - matthew daddario

rowan whitehorn - henry cavill

the witcher.

jaskier - joey batey

yennefer of vengerberg - anya chalotra

cirilla of cintra - freya allan

shadow & bone.

alina starkov - jessie li mei

stranger things.

chrissy cunningham - grace van dien

eddie munson - joseph quinn

nancy wheeler - natalia dyer

once upon a time.

emma swan - jennifer morrison

robyn mills - tiera skovbye

alice jones - rose reynolds

snow white - ginnifer goodwin

drizella/ivy tremaine - adelaide kane

the musketeers.

queen anne - alexandra dowling

constance - tamla kari

ninon de larroque - annabelle wallis

aramis - santiago cabrera

merlin/arthurian legends.

lancelot du lac - santiago cabrera

elaine of corbenic - undecided

lady morgana - katie mcgrath

guinevere - angel coulby

the chronicles of narnia.

lucy pevensie - georgie henley

susan pevensie - anna popplewell

wednesday.

wednesday addams - jenna ortega

enid sinclair - emma myers

downton abbey.

sybil crawley - jessica brown findlay

daisy mason - sophie mcshera

other.

hayley marshall - phoebe tonkin ( originals )

hope mikaelson - danielle rose russell ( legacies )

rebecca mikaelson - claire holt ( originals )

freya mikaelson - riley voelkel ( originals )

amy pond - karen gillan ( doctor who )

yasmin khan - mandip gill ( doctor who )

morgan stark - katherine langford (marvel)

bucky barnes - sebastian stan (marvel).

peggy carter - hayley atwell (marvel)

rebecca barnes - tbd (marvel)

RULES

RULE ONE/OOC INFORMATION Hi, my name is Kel, I'm over 21+ and use the pronouns she/her. Time zone is GMT.For now, my blog will run on a queue as I'm busy with some real life stuff. But sometimes, I may come online for an hour or two, depending on my mood. Blog is selective, private and mutual only. Also OC, multi fandom and multi-muse friendly too.

 RULE TWO/THREADS AND REPLIES  Replies can take a while to reply to, but I am not ignoring anyone. Please message if I haven't replied within a month.The best way to begin threads are through sending ask memes. I will also post open starters and maybe the occasional starter call. Not really a plotting person either; prefer to go with the flow.

RULE THREE/TRIGGERS I don't really have any triggers. That being said I will tag other people's triggers the best I can, and if I don't feel free to send a message and let me know. Don't send anon hate either. We all make mistakes and can't remember everything. Regarding shipping, I'm open to anything really. That being said, don't force any ships on any of my characters. I'll just unfollow/block if it continues to happen.

RULE FOUR/ETIQUETTE I do not tolerate any forms of hate. Racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia and any other forms of hate are not tolerated on this blog and I don't want to see any of it on the dash. It's an immediate hard block if I see anything. Respect each other, it's not that hard.

RULE FIVE/SHIPPING. Regarding shipping, I'm open to anything really. That being said, don't force any ships on any of my characters. I'll just unfollow/block if it continues to happen. I mostly ship for chemistry, but don't mind discussing ships beforehand if anyone wants to try anything out.

RULE SIX/SMUT AND MATURE THEMES Smut will not be featured on this blog. All other mature themes will be tagged accordingly and I'm pretty much open to anything except rape, incest etc.

CREDIT All gifs, icons etc on this blog do not belong to me. Credit goes to their rightful owners.

[acourtofquestions]

Legit finishing EoS (even amid THAT hot mess) I was still freaking out over them, cause even in the little moments their friendship just makes my heart so happy🥹😊 — thank you for this🫶 I NEEDED IT😭

“Dorian lingered longer, graceful and steady, even as Rowan found himself struggling to speak past the tightness in his throat.”

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There’s not much art of Dorian/Rowan, so I had to get these scene from KoA. Look at them 😩🖤

Commission by @Badeyart

[littlequeens]

aelin and dorian meme continued from here @featherstcnes

how  many  times  had  she  looked  up  at  the  moon  from  this  palace,  thoughts  of  the  then  crown  prince  on  her  mind?  how  different  they  had  been  then  .  .  .  .  she  had  been  a  newly  freed  slave,  fighting  for  her  freedom  while  still  running  from  her  past.  and  dorian  had  been  so  much  more  carefree,  smiling  easily  and  breaking  the  hearts  of  every  lady  at  court.  never  in  her  lifetime  did  she  think  she  could  have  come  to  call  dorian  havilliard,  now  king  of  adarlan,  her  best  friend.  but  fate  was  a  funny  thing.  and  aelin  didn't  think  she  was  done  with  them  just  yet.

turquoise  eyes  ringed  in  gold  slide  to  meet  those  of  burning  ice.  brows  pinch  together,  a  slight  frown  tilting  on  her  full  lips  as  he  absently  touches  his  neck,  the  pain  in  his  eyes  sending  a  crack  through  her  chest.  what  she  wouldn't  give  to  see  him  smile  again.  her  gaze  briefly  flicks  to  the  arm  on  her  shoulder,  his  words  unsettling  her.  ❛ no– ❜  she  says  softly  at  first,  shaking  her  head  lightly  before  repeating  it  more  loudly.  ❛ no,  dorian.  I  don't  accept  that. ❜

shrugging  off  his  hand,  she  steps  closer.  there  had  been  a  fragile  air  surrounding  them  since  the  glass  castle  shattered  around  them.  but  no  more.  ❛ I  fought  through  hell  to  get  here.  to  come  back  for  you.  I  refuse  to  leave  you  here  alone  again.  come  with  me. ❜

[cthoniian]

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜ for dorian !

         home.    it's   a   seemingly   simple   place.    where   you're   from.    where   you're   born.    where   your   parents   live.    where   you   love   to   be.    but   dorian   havilliard   has   run   from   those   things.    run   because   something   was   in   his   veins   that   would   destroy   home.    and   the   further   he'd   run,   the   more   he   realised   -   he'd   never   truly   had   one. 

     his   parents   were   absent   and   domineering   in   turns,   but   rarely   if   ever   loving.    his   brother   was   selfish   and   cruel   and   dorian   found   it   best   if   he   just   forgot   he   existed.    the   home   he   lived   in?    a   great   glass   castle   that   he   hated   to   even   step   into.    the   old   mouldering   stone   one   was   closer,    the   libraries   within   the   castle   closer   still.    but   what   man   would   declare   a   library   the   home   he   couldn't   return   to? 

     considering   the   woman   who   speaks,    he   chooses   his   words   carefully   --

            ‘   I   think   I   have   grown   rather   different   than   my   home   would   have   welcomed.    i   think   that   when   you   leave   home,   and   become   someone   else   -   it   reveals   the   nature   of   the   place   you   have   left.    and   where   I   left   was   –   cruel   and   unkind,   and   while   there   I   was   those   things   as   well.    selfish   and   fickle,   uncaring   of   those   who   might   suffer,   unwilling   to   take   a   stand   for   them.    i   would   like   that   to   be   different   now.    i   –   would   like   to   be   different   now.    ’ 

     a   dip   of   his   dark   head,    a   sign   of   respect   for   her,   but   also   a   moment   to   blink   away   the   memories   of   those   he   leaves   behind.   not   his   father   nor   mother   flicker   through   his   mind,   but   of   chaol   -   of   celaena.    there   was   more   he   wanted   to   do,    but   he   wasn't   the   kind   of   person   who   could   do   those   things   –   at   least,    not   yet. 

answered prompt for feyre archeron // @stareternyl

[prince1ing]

AQUA REGIA ; a study in finding solace in the D A R K ;  ;   [ ♕ ]    reading,     laughter,   RAW MAGIC,    problem solving,  dreams,    fire,     training,     firmness,     free-spirited,      gentleness,     love,      chosen family,     mastering  skill,      blossoming courage,     teaching,      sex,   friendship,          ice,    chocolate,     bloodrush,     swimming,      cuddling,       peace      +    death.             _______________ ;   [ ♕ ] ________________     DORIAN HAVILLIARD from the THRONE OF GLASS world.        loved by hannah. | 30+ | cst timezone. | 18+ only interaction, please.

' _______________ ;   [ ♕ ] ________________  MEMES. | MUSINGS. | HEADCANONS. | PROMO.

RULES UNDER CUT ;

I am over the age of 30 - i will not and do not rp with minors ! there will be mature themes present here.

I LOVE OC'S, crossovers, and alternate universe threads. I absolutely love to plot ! but you can also send in a meme to get us started. -- or i can send you one ! MY ASK IS ALWAYS OPEN !

I do NOT do drama of any kind. I will not participate in it, I don't care if it's fandom drama or friend drama. I'm far too old to participate in issues. That being said, I'm probably clueless anyway. Lol.

i'm sometimes terrible at replying back to IM's of any kind but i always reply to them eventually. you are 100% okay to IM me again. I have a very demanding job so sometimes i get distracted.

. I ship chemistry and I will always ship chemistry first.

I'm not always here but I always come back + i'm always mobile . You can find me on disco: meaercies

I love/can make verses for: harry potter, the vampire diaries / legacies / the originals, acotar, from blood and ash series, divergent, fourth wing, divine rivals, heartless hunter... and so on!

personals who interact or follow will be hardblocked. i'm sorry, it's weird for me.

[acourtofquestions]

So I’d never made these before but they were so cute I tried a few characters for funsies, along with a few lil riff of my songs that remind me of them right lately!

Lysandra Ennar x Vigilante Shit (other acceptable options are everybody wants to be a cat cuz we love our ghost leopard queen lol)

Bonus for a ship🥹😭 our Wolf of the North with his Sword of Orynth + “in some sad way I already know” LYSAEDION *screams in chicken-wyvern* (keep reading for the reference as I slowly descend into further chaos🤦‍♀️😂)

The character AND the book name in one (Celaena Sardothien the “Assassin of Adarlan” from The Assassin’s Blade) thank you hunger games soundtrack for the fire references ;-)

Don’t mind me just slowly losing it cause Aelin “is the giggle at a funeral” kinda Rowaelin ship moments and dam Elena’s sacrificial prophecies😭

We love a good ol’ Rowan Galathynius the “bird boy” joke😂 (the chicken was the closest thing to a White Hawk… sorry Ro) + the Albatross really fits our Queen of Terrasen Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius & her fur child Fleetfoot🥹 pay no attention to the golden skirt color😉🤣 cuz, help, I miss them this ToD break is killing me

But I also love it cause I love Yrene so much😍🥰

Good luck convincing me Dorian wouldn’t bop with this song

Sorry Abraxos your also a chicken😅😂🤣

ACOTAR bonuses cause so many Queens in the Archerons👏 Moral of the Story HITS DIFFERENT for Feyre😅😬(& honestly Castle works for Feyre & Aelin & all of them too) but Nesta it’s just killer

& WHEN WILL 5&1/2 (aka hopefully Elain’s tale) drop? … hopefully sometime between the assumed immense timeline for TTPD to Debut TV — SARAH IM DESPERATE —

So I’ve been really bored and I’ve been doing a bunch of tag games (sorry to my moots who have been tagged quite a few times now 😂) and now I think it’s time I make my own! So do this picrew and show a pic of the last song you listened to!

tagging(no pressure only if you wanna <3):

@princeofiron @illyrian-bitch-queen @somewhere-in-the-rain @wish-i-were-heather @ladysdevotee @graaaaaayy @anybodywhowantsto!

[sunxxblessed]

( DA Verse Dorian Havilliard at Skyhold just flirting with everyone. The inquisitor (male or female), Cassandra, Josephine. Bull. Dorian Pavus. Chaol. Himself. Some random soldier that looked his way.

Just let him flirt with everyone and have fun, ya know? )

[featherstcnes]

   ‘ we’ll see. ’ he’d remembered the blush on his cheeks as manon uttered those words in response to yrene all of that time ago. he’d once rejected the idea of marriage with her - he’d never wanted to tie her down to anything. and now? well, even just being in the same room as her felt a little...    surreal. he didn’t care about marriage or politics or anything close to that. all he’d cared about was the idea of simply being in the same space as her again. selfishly, he’d missed her and well, a part of him hoped that she missed him just the same.  “ and what have i done to be graced with your presence, witchling? ”  he’d asked with a small smirk, it tugging gently at the corner of his lips while his hands moved to rest behind his back. one hand held his wrist to keep his hands securely behind him, taking a few steps closer to her.  “ did you miss me? ”  it was easy to tease her, to easily fall into whatever dynamic they’d kept in the past.  “ or are you just here on official business? ”     /     @endlessfables​ ( manon )

[hereticalsoulsarchive]

WW2 starter ( @feyrae ) Feyre & Dorian

The fly boy and the nurse, a tale as old as time - a story that had few enough happy endings. The boys met their end too often, the girls tended so many that pieces of their heart left a scattered trail. Sometimes those boys went missing, sometimes they just got assumed dead. Sometimes the girls waited. But they always learned to love again, or at least — they learned to feel safe in someone else’s arms again. So it is little surprise that Feyre Archeron could not wait forever.

Dorian Havilliard, captain in the RAF, the best pilot in his unit. Flown over 50 successful bombing missions, over 100 general missions. He was a class set apart. Despite the seeming death wish that was ever present in his flights, the carefree laughter that followed him as he left.a wake of good spirits behind him amongst his companions, it had been one woman who’d captured his heart. Since the death of his fiancé Sorcha as she’d made her way from the front line to visit him when he’d been injured... Feyre — had been all that consumed and consoled him.

Yet the time had come when he’d been sent back to the sky, set free among the birds. With eyes bluer than the clearest skies it seemed almost absurd that his good luck would end. But it did. Shot down in parts unknown, plane not recovered, pilot marked missing. The days turned to weeks and he wasn’t found, the weeks to months, the months to a year. Declared dead at last. Mourning was a burden Feyre had been holding on her own for all that time. His family was no help, his mother had taken his younger brother and gone to their estate — uncaring the fate of her son. His father continued to lobby for a quick end to the war, all while profiteering off it and only padding his coffers more. Somehow the loss of Dorian had not affected them.

So perhaps it was little wonder when there was a tall figure at this county hospital, dark hair — grown long, its nearly black curls framing a face that life had worn lines into, but eyes —- that sparked like sapphires as he fiddled with the button on his jacket cuff. A pause as he then offered the letters over to the matron, “ I’m — looking for her. I think I loved her very much. You see I was shot down, and — I don’t remember... much before that. It comes and goes, the Doctor said I’d get more back eventually. At least he hoped so. “. There’s a terrible softness in his voice, he doesn’t remember what Feyre looks like, the photo he carried water damaged beyond recognition— he doesn’t see her walk by and pause in the alcove on the way outdoors. “ Do you know her? I’ve — been searching since I got discharged, but no one will tell me anything. “ The matron, an older woman reached to give his hand a squeeze as she handed him the stack of letters back, her voice hushed but — “ i’m afraid i cannae tell you anything either love — per’aps take a walk on the grounds? “

It seemed odd advice, but she was kind — so he obliged. A nod, and the letters tucked in his pocket as long strides took him outside. Outside to where the object of his search had fled. Dorian slows as he follows a gravel path, finding a woman sitting on a bench — her chest rising and falling with obvious grief. He assumes she has lost someone, so he tucks aside his desire to find the woman he loves and takes a seat on the bench beside her... but not too close, but he glances over — “I’m Dorian Havilliard — do you need someone to talk to? I’m a great listener — I only remember about half what I hear so I’m sure to not blab it around.” There’s a grin that pulls on the corner of his mouth, it crinkles taut skin around his eyes where there had been burns. Healed better than most — physically he is.. well. Mentally — he is lost.

A moment’s pause before he digs in his pocket producing a small bag of chocolates, he offers them — “ chocolate — helps most things. Books and chocolate — and sometimes a good wine, all you really need when the worlds falling apart. “ the woman still is sniffling, but — he carries on, a grin as he leaves the chocolates beside her. With rationing, no one could really resist chocolate. The letters are pulled out of his jacket, the ruined photo tied on top of the pile. “ I don’t mean to bother you but — do you know this woman? I — I’ve been looking for weeks, but information seems kind of cloudy during war time. If you could just take a look? I — I love her very much but I can’t remember her well yet. Quack said it’ll be back soon — but you see, she got me through this. And — i haven’t even been able to thank her. And the picture got ruined in the crash and —“

For the first time the woman he sat beside has turned to face him, tear streaked cheeks, a face flushed with emotion — a tremor of something slips through his consciousness. A memory? A ghost? Or merely desire? Dark blue eyes meet hers, lips part — watching her with something almost like memory, almost like awe. There is need, muscle memory to move closer. To touch her. To feel her warmth. But a battle between what his body screams for, and what his mind dictates. Dorian has moved closer, leaning — as if to kiss her but... he jerks himself back, a tremor in his hands as he flexes them before shoving them in his jacket pockets. “ I’m sorry ma’am —- i .. don’t know what came over me. “

[velarls]

tag drop - dorian havilliard 

[lonely-little-lovely]

Queen of Shadows reread

Cracking open some cold feels with the boys™

Starting off with Valg!Dorian POV

SJM does not play