#dorian havilliard // interaction

[acourtofquestions]

Yrene: Okay, let’s try a hypothetical: You have six people & four chairs what do you do?

Chaol: Build two chairs.

Nesryn: Sit on something else.

Aedion: Like the floor.

Aelin: Or some-ONE else. *uses Rowan’s knees as a footrest*

Rowan: *looks to Aelin* like your husband, the soon-to-be footstool.

Lorcan: You all are weaklings, who even needs chairs?

Elide: That’s impractical. We could just borrow two more.

Lysandra: Yes, Elide, let’s just *air quotes* “steal” two chairs.

Elide: I don’t think you have to use air quotes if you mean what you’re saying… and also that’s not what I meant!

Aelin: Yeah, Lys, see: we could just burn all the chairs, so it’s even ground *winks*.

Sartaq: She’s right, the wink helps… though we really should have some more legal options.

Dorian: Wouldn’t we be better off buying BEFORE stealing or committing arson?

Manon: Or we could just save ourselves the time and skip to the solve.

Dorian: Which is?

Manon: Kill three people.

Dorian: … I thought the problem only requires two people to die?

Manon: But you do agree, at least two must die.

Asterin: That sounds fair enough to me.

Lorcan: No, not fair at all! — Elide never lets me kill anyone!

Yrene: *interrupting chaos* For the love of gods, how did we get here?! This is supposed hypothetical I used to give to 12-year-olds. It should require 0 deaths!

Asterin: Death isn't murder.

Chaol: YES, THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT IT IS!

Aelin: No, the question is: DID they die OR were they murdered.

Rowan: It’s true, not all deaths are murders.

Lysandra: yeah, some people just “die” in their sleep *winks*.

Aelin: THAT’S MY GIRL!

Elide: *muttering* Or in meetings of their lucky.

Yrene: *head desk/face palm* I’m going to go mark off trust falls in my list of “team building” exercise’s.

[pergaminaa]

Modern au:

When baby manorian was under the age of two she wasn’t able to speak yet. however, she was able to communicate with her parents by making sounds and shaking her head to say no.

At that time, when Dorian asks her if he’s hungry he always rubs her stomach while getting her food. She picked up on it, and every time she gets hungry, she’d walk up to the nearest parent and rub her stomach while complaining in baby talk. They’d instantly know that she’s hungry and get her food because poor baby is in need of sustenance

[tragcdysewn]

closed starter for dorian havilliard!! ( @lcngliive )

lysandra smiles at the sight of the king entering the room. "you've just missed the queen, if that's who you're looking for. she's gone for a ride, i think. i'm not sure when she'll be back, but i can call for some tea if you'd like to wait."

[wvsteria]

dorian havilliard & laudna @ofsvnlightt

"i missed my alarm." dorian groaned a bit as he glanced at his phone. his bodyguard was surely going to have his ass for this one. "well, i'm already going to get in trouble so what's a few more minutes?"

[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

[lovetold]

tag drop: throne of glass.

* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀INTROSPECTION / META ⠀ 、 ⠀ chaol westfall. * ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀INTERACTIONS / ASKS ⠀ 、 ⠀ chaol westfall.

* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀INTROSPECTION / META ⠀ 、 ⠀ dorian havilliard ii. * ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀INTERACTIONS / ASKS ⠀ 、 ⠀ dorian havilliard ii.

* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀INTROSPECTION / META ⠀ 、 ⠀ elide lochan. * ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀INTERACTIONS / ASKS ⠀ 、 ⠀ elide lochan.

* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀INTROSPECTION / META ⠀ 、 ⠀ lysandra ennar. * ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀INTERACTIONS / ASKS ⠀ 、 ⠀ lysandra ennar.

* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀INTROSPECTION / META ⠀ 、 ⠀ manon blackbeak. * ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀INTERACTIONS / ASKS ⠀ 、 ⠀ manon blackbeak.

* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀INTROSPECTION / META ⠀ 、 ⠀ rowan whitethorn. * ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀INTERACTIONS / ASKS ⠀ 、 ⠀ rowan whitethorn.

[cafegraces]

everyone is just going to ignore the next 3 posts from me okay?   cool

✰*∙  ⎯  asterin blackbeak ⎨ aesthetic ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  asterin blackbeak ⎨ visage ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  asterin blackbeak ⎨ ic interaction ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  asterin blackbeak ⎨ character study ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  aelin galathynius ⎨ aesthetic ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  aelin galathynius ⎨ visage ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  aelin galathynius ⎨ ic interaction ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  aelin galathynius ⎨ character study ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  elide lochan ⎨ aesthetic ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  elide lochan ⎨ visage ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  elide lochan ⎨ ic interaction ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  elide lochan ⎨ character study ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  dorian havilliard ⎨ aesthetic ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  dorian havilliard ⎨ visage ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  dorian havilliard ⎨ ic interaction ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  dorian havilliard ⎨ character study ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  manon blackbeak ⎨ aesthetic ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  manon blackbeak ⎨ visage ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  manon blackbeak ⎨ ic interaction ⎬

✰*∙  ⎯  manon blackbeak ⎨ character study ⎬

[wvsteria]

"it's not a country, it's a state." he clarified though he couldn't fault the other. if he hadn't had his memories replaced, he would be just as lost. "my memories.. the magic of this city made me forget who i was for a while."

"I'm not familiar with this country, I'm afraid," kaltain paused. "what do you mean by you thought you did?" they asked.

[azsazz]

Glitz, Glam & Grand Prix

Formula One!Azriel x Reader

Summary: Set at the Las Vegas Grand Prix, you, as Ferrari's team Media Trainer, struggle with keeping both drivers in line.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1,887

Notes: Back again with another F1 AU 💙 so obsessed with this trope tbh

Belongs to the Off Grid collection.

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“I am not wearing this,” Azriel says flatly, staring at the garment in his hand in horror. He’s holding the hanger hook between a pinched thumb and forefinger, like the newly designed sequined bomber jacket might jump off the holder and strangle him.

He might prefer that.

“Yes, you are,” you answer, distractedly. Your phone buzzes in your hand, another email coming through. Something about a calendar change with the scheduled interviews for the two drivers you’re in charge of for media training. “You’re going to put that jacket on, just like all of the other drivers are doing, and you’re going to march your ass over to the social media team and do what they ask without complaint.”

You cut your—secret—boyfriend a harsh look that matches your no-nonsense tone. He holds your look for all of four seconds before giving in, returning to his glower to the garment in his hand instead. It’s smart of him, choosing not to start with you while you’re in Media Training mode, not secret girlfriend mode where you shoot him teasing grins and cheeky glances behind everyone’s backs.

“Give it here, old man,” Dorian Havilliard says, swiping the coat from him. You cringe, offering Azriel an apologetic smile that looks more like a grimace when his hazel gaze swings wildly to meet yours. As if you can do something about the driver tasing him. Azriel looks like he’s about two seconds from trying to lay Dorian—Ferrari’s newest recruit—out flat.

“I’m not even that old,” Azriel mutters, giving up before the arguing can even begin. The drivers haven’t started off on a good foot, Azriel upset about the realization that he’s getting older in this sport, and the looming fear that the rookie is going to replace him for his Driver 1 spot. For Dorian, he’s too naive yet to understand that he can learn a thing or two from the veteran driver. “Can I fake a stomach bug to get out of this one, ba—(Y/N)?” Azriel stutters, quickly catching his mistake.

Your eyes widen, but thankfully, Dorian doesn’t seem to notice, too enraptured with the design on the back of the bomber. Three dice line the back in white sequins, and instead of regular pips, the black of the dice spells out the acronym F1LVGP: Formula 1 Las Vegas Grand Prix.

It is pretty ugly, but you cannot wait to see your boyfriend in it.

Both drivers are set to shoot media in the very jackets that fans received with their purchase of tickets months ago. It’s going to be as gimmicky and cheesy as Azriel thinks it’s going to be, which is why you refrained from mentioning this specific part of the media tour to him this weekend.

“The fans are going to want to see you both in that jacket,” you explain, biting your lip at Dorian, who has zipped it up to his collarbones. It does look horrid, and there’s a part of you that wishes you could warn the social team about Azriel’s reluctant attitude. Hopefully, they don’t give him any props that might make him look even sillier. “It’s good for the team and the race. Plus, interaction gets us all paid, boys.”

Your phone pings with another important message, a call-in meeting with the Ferrari Public Relations team managers to develop key messages that align with the brand values, sponsor commitments, and team ethos.

With the two stubborn-minded drivers on your team, that part might prove to be difficult.

After that it’s crisis meetings with said drivers, training both Dorian and Azriel on how to efficiently deflect the potential damaging and sensitive questions about what happened in Brazil two weeks ago. Azriel is used to it, and as much as he hates the interview portion of his job, is trained well in answering these types of questions with tact and confidence.

Dorian, on the other hand, is still young and new to the team. The interviewers will no doubt single him out, sniffing out his fresh blood because he’s more likely to make a mistake. You already know that he’s a touch hot-headed when it comes to the obvious rift between the two Ferrari drivers, and if the interviewers pose a question that gives him room to get a word in about Azriel, you have no doubt that he’ll take it, even without realizing exactly how it could impact the team image.

You’re going to make sure that that doesn’t happen.

The rest of the weekend is planned out down to the minute. You’re not even sure you have a single free second to spend with Azriel.

Las Vegas is always exhausting.

“Hey, boss? When do we have some down time this weekend?” Dorian asks, as if he’s somehow reading your mind. You’re dreading this, having to tell a freshly turned twenty-one-year-old in Las Vegas for the first time that he’s not going to be able to go buck-wild. He’ll have to save that for a bye-week or a break. You’re here for business and racing this weekend, not strip-shows and high-hollers tables.

And while he may have an appearance at Omnia night club post-race on Sunday, you’ve tasked yourself with keeping an eye on the rookie, this weekend more so than during the rest of the races this season.

“Unlikely, Havilliard,” you answer, finally looking up from the calendar on your phone. He should really know by now how this all works—it’s race 22 for Mother’s sake—that everything is all work and no play until after the race, but as it’s Dorian’s first year in the big leagues, you have to give him the benefit of the doubt.

It’s been years since you worked with a rookie. You’ve been on Ferrari’s team for a while now, working with Azriel and veteran driver Rowan Whitethorn who accepted an offer from McLaren at the end of last season. It had been bliss, the both of them the most unproblematic drivers on the grid, letting their racing do the talking for them.

But it had been more difficult to get them to talk than you thought. The pair hadn’t been as personable to the world because of their stoic behavior, but when you were hired on, you whipped them into tip-top shape, both drivers the perfect media trained racers within all of Formula 1.

“We’re here for work. You’ll have some time after practice and the race, but Saturday night you’re not to be spotted in any clubs or casinos too late,” you explain, shoving your phone into your back pocket to give him your full attention when you say this. You watch your words settle within Dorian, his shoulders falling more and more as you continue. “You’re not to go overboard. That means no drinking, no gambling, no—”

“Fun?”

You sigh at his disheartened look. Maybe it would be alright if he spent some time with some of the veteran drivers, maneuvering Las Vegas along with them. He’ll find that he can still find fun in moderation. Too bad you know Azriel will cut that idea off at the neck.

“I know it sounds boring, Dorian,” you try easily, giving the young driver a sympathetic look. “It’s your first time in Las Vegas and that’s very exciting, but you really need to think hard about what you’re doing here because there are temptations, but there are so many cameras and eyes on you. If you can handle how things might be construed, you don’t have my blessing, but I can’t force you to sit in your hotel all weekend.”

Something sparks in those deep blue eyes at your hidden message. You’ve warned him and you’re not flat-out telling him that you’ll look the other way, that you’ll clean up a mess for him if he makes it, but he should get to live a little, at least.

You know that he’s unlikely to listen to you anyway, friends with a lot of the other young drivers who are just as excited to be in Las Vegas as Dorian is; Ruhn Danaan, Ithan Holstrom, and Tharion Ketos to name a few, with veteran driver Cassian Bailey taking them all under their wing.

That tiny detail means that you’re going to have your work cut out for you this season.

“You got it, boss,” Dorian salutes, shooting you the most innocent look he can muster.

Behind him, Azriel rolls his eyes, and you’re pretty sure you hear him mutter, “Kiss ass,” under his breath, which both you and Dorian effectively ignore.

You’re proud, he’s already learning.

“Alright, Dorian. You’re up first for bomber jacket media, I have something to talk about with Azriel, but we’ll be down soon. You know where you’re going?” You ask, even though his security detail is awaiting him in the hall outside of the suite.

“Of course,” Dorian nods, passing you with his phone already out in his hand. You give him all of three seconds before he begins posting Instagram stories about the hotel. “Thank you for everything, (Y/N).”

“My pleasure,” you answer, waiting until the door shuts behind him before spinning towards your boyfriend and pinning him with a stern look. “You need to stop being so negative, Az. Dorian is on your team and he’s here to stay, at least for the next two seasons until your contract ends. If you want Ferrari to keep you, the both of you will have to start getting along sooner rather than later, and Dorian is a sweetheart.”

“Not you too,” Azriel groans. “Come on, babe, no one can be that charming.”

You hum, stepping into your boyfriend’s warm body. If this is all the time you’re allowed this weekend, you’re going to take advantage of it. Azriel’s hands find your hips easily, a firm, comforting weight against your skin. “I seem to remember someone else that was quite charming when we met,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss that makes your heart race faster than the speed of his car.

“I was pretty charming, wasn’t I?” Azriel grins, waggling his eyebrows, and you love looking at him like this, happy, when his eyes crinkle in the corners with his smile, the slight dimple in his cheek deepening. He’s so handsome. “Want to go down to the Little White Chapel later and make this official?” Azriel teases and your heart fucking soars, even if he is only poking fun.

Someday the man in your arms won’t be a secret anymore. You’ll be able to flaunt him all over the world, build a life with him, love him not just in the shadows.

“Without a ring?” You joke right back, pinching his side. “I don’t think so, Az.”

“Baby, I’ll get you the biggest ring I can find,” Azriel’s words are husky, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as he dips his chin. “I’ll give you the whole damn world, (Y/N). I love you.”

“I love you too,” you respond breathlessly, and begin rethinking your refusal to marry him on the strip in Las Vegas without a ring. You’ll take him now, hell, you’ll even marry him in the sequined bomber jacket, you don’t care.

You just want to be his, not in secret anymore.

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[tragcdysewn]

@wvsteria asked:📱manorian

your muse’s contact name in mine’s phone

princeling 💙

my muse’s contact photo for yours

x

how often our muses text each other

every few days probably. manon is not ready to admit she likes him and therefore can not be too chatty

a text my muse never sent

[text: princeling 💙] - will you please just hurry up and remember already?

the last messages my muse did send

[text: princeling 💙] - abraxos is throwing a fit i didn't bring him to see you [text: princeling 💙] - if i have to deal with a wyvern tantrum all weekend, it's your fault

[wvsteria]

dorian havilliard & aloth corfiser @coreofgold

"this isn’t the first time i've been here, no." dorian started though he was still relatively new to the dc area. "but i've been here for some time now. i just never knew this spot existed. i'll be visiting here more often."

[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

[ladydeath-vanserra]

𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝙱𝚒𝚘 𝚄𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎:

if ur gonna follow or interact with my blog pls realize I am very critical towards most acotar content, especially if it involves Rhysand. I am more-or-less a Rhys Anti until further notice and I am hard-core side eye towards Cassian until Rhysand is held accountable for being a shitty person for more than like *checks notes* two pages

I'm not a Tamlin Stan, nor do I particularly care for him, but I have been engaging in thoughtful criticisms of his actions often which involves character analysis so you v likely will see that pop up every now and then

ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏʀɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ

Nesta Archeron

Lucien Vanserra

Eris Vanserra

Feyre Archeron / Anti Feyre Archeron

Elain Archeron / Anti Elain Archeron

The Archeron Sisters

Anti Rhysand

Anti Cassian

Azriel / Anti Azriel

Anti Amren

Anti Morrigan

Anti Inner Circle

Tamlin / Tamlin Critical

Jurian

ᴄʀᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄɪᴛʏ

Bryce Quinlan / Anti Bryce Quinlan

Hunt Athalar

Ruhn Danaan

Aidas

ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ

Aelin Galathynius

Manon Blackbeak

Dorian Havilliard

Rowan Whitethorn

Aedion Ashryver

Anti Chaol Westfall

ᴘʀᴏ ꜱʜɪᴘꜱ:

Neris

Azris

Nezriel

Lucnes

Elucien

Brysta

gwynlain

tamsand

ᴀɴᴛɪ ꜱʜɪᴘꜱ:

Anti Nessian

Anti Feysand

Anti Elriel

ᴀᴛʟᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴄᴄ

ᴀᴛʟᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴄᴄ2

ᴍᴇᴛᴀ ᴘᴏꜱᴛꜱ:

Class Warfare + Class Traitors in ACoTaR

SJM + Eugenics + Ableism in her Writing

Inequality + Slums in Velaris

Rhysand Sexually Assaulted Feyre UtM

acotar tiktok meta

acotar meta

Classism in Acotar

Eugenics in Acotar

Eugenics in ToG

Yt Feminism in Acotar

Mor SA'd Cassian

Hybern Ireland - the Vilification of Ireland in Acotar

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ | ᴀᴜꜱ:

BPD Nesta

Autistic!Nesta

Slavic Archeron Sisters AU

Scottish!Tamlin

Welsh!Rhys

Disabled!Cassian

Justice for Poor Cassian and Poor Archeron Girls

Glasses!Elain Propaganda

aroace lesbian elain

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ:

ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ:

Neil Josten

Andrew Minyard

ᴛᴠᴅᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ:

Can we Stop the Overt Vilification of Esther Mikaelson and the UwUization of Mikael Mikaelson

Stop Hating on Finn hes too Babygirl for This

TVD TikTok Edits

ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟꜱ:

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Dahlia Mikaelson

Esther Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Vincent Griffith

Freya Mikaelson

Rebeckah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Mikael Mikaelson

ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇꜱ:

Damon Salvatore

Caroline Forbes

Anti Stefan Salvatore

Elena Gilbert / Anti Elena Gilbert

Katherine Pierce

Lexi Branson

Shelia Bennett

Jeremy Gilbert

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[throneofsapphics]

Did you hear this trend that says +"so you think you could have me?" -"i mean could I?" ...

Can you write a Dorian havilliard x reader with this vibe? 😩 pleaseee

all eyes are on you 

Dorian Havilliard x Reader

Summary: Dorian asks reader an important question. 

Warnings: a bit suggestive, not proofread

A/N: okay i did have to look up the trend but I LOVE IT, thank you for the request!

You’d known each other for years, running in the same circles enough that your paths crossed frequently. Recently, you’d become closer. A friendship of sorts, but both of you were shameless flirts. It was strange, for you, to call the King of Adarlan a friend - even if that didn’t quite encompass exactly how you felt. But, if he flirted you would flirt back. Nothing happened between the two of you, but whenever you did end up at the same place, you naturally gravitated towards each other. 

You served as an emissary, and ended up at a summit between all of the various leaders of Erilea, hosted in Rifthold. The entire thing had been dreadfully boring, unfortunately, but you played your part and did your job. 

At the following ball, you played nicely as much as you could before retreating with a glass of wine, leaning up against a wall half hidden in the shadows to watch. You figured It’s good to keep an eye on who is interacting, and who looks like they want to murder each other. Dorian had been the center of everyone’s attention, each dignitary wanting to gain a piece of his time. Several of them were practically undressing him with their eyes, something that brought a smirk to your face. You tracked as he spotted you, a look of relief on his face as he managed to excuse himself and make his way over. 

“Hiding?” He drawled, leaning up next to you. Some tension left his shoulders. 

“Observing,” you countered. 

He raised an eyebrow, “anything interesting?” 

There’s several interesting things you noticed but not all of them you’d share. “Everyone here thinks they can have you,” you said finally. You’re certain he’s picked up on that by the amount of flirty touches on his arms or shoulder, and the way he shrugged them off. 

“Everyone?” He raised a brow. You saw he turned to look at you, but you kept your gaze on the crowd. 

“Certainly looks like it.” You brought your glass up to your lips, taking a small sip of your drink. 

-

“So you think you could have me?” Dorian asked, teasingly. It was half a joke, he wasn’t certain you wanted him at all. In his mind, you’d set yourself up for the comment. And you were right about everyone wanting his attention, this was the first time he’d been able to escape all night. As soon as he spotted you, he made some excuses and shifted conversations enough to get to your side. You’re one of the only people he can stand at events like this. One of the only one’s he doesn’t have to paste on a fake smile or pleasant expression for. It’s a bonus that your personalities match. You were as much of a flirt as he was. 

“I mean,” you glanced at him, turning to look at his face. “Could I?” 

You trailed a finger down his arm, stopping right at his wrist. You looked at where your skin met, before turning, heading back across the room. You shot a smile at him over her shoulder. 

Fuck. He stared after you for a few seconds, wide eyed as his heart began racing, before following, intending to show you just how you could have him. 

-

You had no idea what ran through your head as you said that, and decided to blame it on the wine. All you knew was you needed to get out of there before you did something abysmally stupid, something to cause an international scandal. You recognized the footsteps behind you and slowed slightly, letting him catch up to your side. You’d almost made it out of the hall. 

An apology was on your lips as you turned to him, but you caught the way his eyes trailed from your lips, down your chest, before snapping up to meet yours and the words died on your tongue. He glanced behind you and you copied. Nobody was staring or looking after you. 

“Yes, you could.” He said with a rough voice. 

“I’m sorry?” You blinked. You have to be hallucinating, absolutely hallucinating. 

“The answer to your question,” you watched as his lips curved into a smile. “You could.” 

Oh. Oh. 

He tilted his head towards the door, silently asking if you wanted to leave. Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip, and you nodded. The resounding look on his face made your blood heat.

[wvsteria]

event starter: dorian havilliard & manon blackbeak @tragcdysewn

"well well, if it isn't the girl who doesn't celebrate." dorian's hands were behind his back as he approached her, his head knocking to the side. "what are you doing here?"

[cthoniian]

every   year   like   clockwork   he's   been   drug   to   tessaren.    every   year   forced   to   endure   the   chatter   and   teasing   from   the   princess.    he's   tried   to   convince   his   father   to   take   chaol   with   them.    but   it   isn't   proper   the   king   says,   to   take   a   low   born   lord   with   you   when   you're   supposed   to   be   wooing   a   wife.    but   aelin   galynthius   isn't   a   proper   wife,   she's   just   a   girl.    a   girl   he's   grown   up   seeing   and   being   tormented,   and   in   turn   -   tormenting. 

    there   are   a   few   letters   they   exchange   every   year.    touching   on   the   niceties   demanded   of   them   due   their   station.    but   their   parents   are   always   eager   observers   as   to   the   progress   of   their   dynamic.    and   with   parents   reading   over   shoulders,   it   is   difficult   to   talk   about   anything   that   young   people   might   find   interesting.

    it   was   this   protest   that   had   earned   dorian   this   visit.    the   first   visit   of   the   summer   where   he   would   go   unaccompanied.    and,   as   a   gift   –   he'd   brought   one   of   the   pups   from   his   latest   litter.    the   little   golden   shaggy   dog   wasn't   quite   perfect   for   his   intents,   but   he   had   ever   belief   that   it   might   win   him   a   little   good   favour   with   the   princess.

     enough   that   he   might   be   left   on   his   own   with   the   trunk   of   novels   he's   brought   to   keep   himself   occupied.    he   isn't   greeted   when   he   arrives,   but   ushered   to   his   suite   of   rooms.   preparing   himself   for   dinner   is   supposed   to   take   three   hours,    he   spends   two   and   a   half   reading,   and   the   final   half   hour   to   quickly   change   out   of   the   dusty   traveling   clothes   and   attempt   to   slick   back   the   curls   that   spring   to   life   in   the   climate. 

    racing   down   the   steps   two   at   a   time   –   he   stops   to   calm   his   breath   as   he   spots   a   servant,   one   who   bows   and   opens   the   sitting   room.    inside   –   is   a   woman.    silken   hair   surrounds   her   like   a   halo,   plush   pinkened   lips   part   in   some   annoyance   that   she's   been   disturbed   –   and   those   eyes…   those   eyes   he   realises,   he   immediately   knows.    turquoise   and   golden.    ashryver   eyes. 

     a   breath   –   he   bows.    taking   that   split   second   to   compose   himself.

                     ‘   your   highness.   i   hope   you   forgive   my   tardiness.   i   was   –   distracted   by   the   arranging   of   myself   for   dinner.   ’ 

     the   dog   had   also   eaten   his   favourite   cravat   so   there'd   been   a   small   argument   between   he   and   the   puppy.   which   had   resulted   in   the   puppy   hiding   under   the   bed   while   he   darted   out   of   the   room   running   late.    he'd   figured   he'd   give   her   the   dog   tomorrow   morning.    when   there'd   be   actual   time   to   see   it.    where   as   tonight,   before   a   dinner   —   well.    now   he   just   wanted   to   spend   all   his   time   staring   at   her.

dorian & aelin // for @firehcart