She smiled "No need to call me darling sir."
Her own gold speckeled eyes held his for a moment, then she broke off, suddenly finding the floor more attractive than the prospect of his blue eyes.

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Dorian watches Rhavaniel and Kael with a slight frown between his eyes. He leaned against the wall, his hands moving gently along his neck wounds, his eyes flickering crimson again.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

He enjoyed gazing into those speckled eyes of liquid gold, if only for the moment the contact was held.
"I shall call you darling, if I so wish to..." he replied,
"Only fitting for one so beautiful."

His smirk danced to Dorian, testing the pain upon his wounds.
"...do not play with them boy.."

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

Rhan glanced up again and looked to Dorian than briefly at Kael. She then looked past him at the wall now finding it interesting.

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An eyebrow was raised, gently, but definitely as he fixed his eyes upon Rhavaniel, before running his trail of vision over her only briefly.
"I'm not that petrifying, love, that you cannot bring yourself to look at me...am I?" he requested, curling a strand of cerulean hair about an index finger.

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

"Not as such sir, no."she offered him a smile and looked into his eyes. Then she shook her head as if ashamed of herself an dlooked at Dorian's neckwounds.

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His sapphire eyes glimmered shortly as he was allowed eye contact, the smile lingering over those rouge lips before he let the ringlet of hair bob back again.
A few steps was all that was needed to reach Rhavaniel, whereupon he reached out toward her chin.

"Have no fear of me, for I would hate to cause fear to one so very...fair."

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

Dorian flinched slightly “it isn’t a show you know…” a small smirk played on his scarlet lips.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"I...I thank you lord." she stammered, unsure how to react. She smiled again cheeks reddening ever so slightly.

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His smile was a charmer's one as those cold fingertips graced beneath her chin, tipping her head to one side before he leant in to whisper very softly, "Most welcome..., of course."
With that, he pressed a little kiss to her ear and drew back to look at Dorian, one eyebrow raising with a smirk.

"Jealous are we? My, my...lust weaves a quick spell. Quite a cruel mistress, no?"

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

Dorian blushed hotly “that’s… Ridiculous…” his slender hands played with his neck wounds again.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

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Kael laughed, shortly and sharply as he watched Dorian blush, blood rushing to his cheeks.
The body was a undeniable betrayer.
"Oh...really?" he mused, tone a humoured one as he tapped those long fingers against his cheek.

Conflict was another enjoyable behaviour...

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

Dorian mumbled something, his eyes flashing. “I am not jealous…

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

At that, Kael let out a short snigger, his eyebrow raised before he curled a finger around one of Rhavaniel's long blonde tresses, leaning down toward her neck as he brought those big, blue eyes up seductively to peer at Dorian's reaction...

"Tell me that again..."

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

His eyes burned suddenly and his fingers curled around the doorframe. “I said…” his voice broke in a anger. “I am not…”

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Kael's lip curled with humour before he kissed Rhavaniel's neck softly, observing the reaction of the other man; glowering heatedly from across the room.
He was still terrible at hiding his feelings...

"You might be pretty, boy.." he began, before raising his head finally.

"But you're a terrible liar."

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde