Post by Dorian Blackwell on Sept 27, 2021 19:04:15 GMT
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Dorian let his eyes wander after he ordered. Taking in the sounds of the bar, the laughter. He rarely stopped to let himself enjoy things such as company. Far more focused on his task at hand, which was eradicating an entire line of people just so he could be reunited with his brother. He’d done things most people would lock you up for, and he’d learned early he had to turn his emotions off in order to function. In order to keep going, and if it made him cold, so what.
So, as the woman beside him started to talk, he realized she was speaking to him. He could of just ignored her, but there was an unseen pull towards her, that had his eyes shifting as he turned his head. Greeted by a round face with freckles, a mass of dark curls and pretty deep red painted plump lips. The look on his face was that constant state of perpetually tired and angry, and he looked at her with expressionless eyes. Though, he did reach up to tap that hat bill up higher as he arched an eyebrow at her.
“Do you know you’re being extremely rude?” He asked. His voice was deep, slightly hoarse from all the smoking he did. He supposed he could have just shot her a glare that would send her running, but he didn’t have his beer yet, so until he got it he’d amuse her simply for the fact he was bored and wouldn’t have anything else happening that night. “I like my ballcap.” He pointed out, even if she had a very valid point. Dorian dressed the way he did for the exact reason that he wanted to blend in and disappear. “So I’m going to wear it.” He told her. If she really wanted to pick fun at him, she would have loved the aviators he always wore, rain or shine in indoors or out, but they were back in his room. He supposed it was a good thing that they were there and not on him so she couldn’t tease him more.
Sabrina Findlay
Dorian let his eyes wander after he ordered. Taking in the sounds of the bar, the laughter. He rarely stopped to let himself enjoy things such as company. Far more focused on his task at hand, which was eradicating an entire line of people just so he could be reunited with his brother. He’d done things most people would lock you up for, and he’d learned early he had to turn his emotions off in order to function. In order to keep going, and if it made him cold, so what.
So, as the woman beside him started to talk, he realized she was speaking to him. He could of just ignored her, but there was an unseen pull towards her, that had his eyes shifting as he turned his head. Greeted by a round face with freckles, a mass of dark curls and pretty deep red painted plump lips. The look on his face was that constant state of perpetually tired and angry, and he looked at her with expressionless eyes. Though, he did reach up to tap that hat bill up higher as he arched an eyebrow at her.
“Do you know you’re being extremely rude?” He asked. His voice was deep, slightly hoarse from all the smoking he did. He supposed he could have just shot her a glare that would send her running, but he didn’t have his beer yet, so until he got it he’d amuse her simply for the fact he was bored and wouldn’t have anything else happening that night. “I like my ballcap.” He pointed out, even if she had a very valid point. Dorian dressed the way he did for the exact reason that he wanted to blend in and disappear. “So I’m going to wear it.” He told her. If she really wanted to pick fun at him, she would have loved the aviators he always wore, rain or shine in indoors or out, but they were back in his room. He supposed it was a good thing that they were there and not on him so she couldn’t tease him more.
Sabrina Findlay
