#dorian havilliard // modern au // interaction

[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

[cthoniian]

society could go fuck itself. that was the general feeling dorian havilliard brought to gatherings. he recognised the privilege he inhabited to come here at all, but he also was wise enough to recognise. none of it meant — anything. his best friend had chosen to go to university out of state with his girlfriend who was in med school, his next closest friend? well, she was pursuing her place out in her home country. which left him…. well. making poor decisions.

the text invite had gone out, he’d sent it to everyone in his damn contact list. his father was out of town, his mother and brother off to some retreat somewhere. the place was his. not that he tended to use more than the library and outdoor gardens and kitchen for parties. he’s greeted guests, but still feels nothing — until…

‘ elain! you made it, i wasn’t sure you’d come. ‘

a flash of the irresistible smile, bright sapphire eyes glinting in the fairy lit garden arch. he offers his arm, quick to abandon his post.

‘ come come — you need a drink, and i need to stop drinking mine. ‘

@seerfawn // dorian & elain // socialite au

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧

[princessyuwa]

Modern Dorian Havilliard

Wears blue contacts in public 

Dog lover

Enjoys iced slushies

Heir to  the Adarlan Mafia Family and hates to be called a prince because of it

Loves watching Jet Li’s movies

Particularly protective of his beloved Sorscha against his father