[Truth be told, Dorian just wants to run. Far away. To hide in his wine and his feelings far away from where anyone can find him.
But. Magnus is Magnus, whether he knows him or not, and he may not harbor any feelings for the mage, but he can't say the same. He's never known love, not really, nothing true enough to marry someone. Even his parents loathed one another. Love was a thing of fiction, a romantic tale tacked into a novel to increase its emotional impact, or something, well, those who weren't him got to do, at the very least. No one had ever stayed. A port in the storm? Yes. He'd been one before...maybe he had again and simply hadn't realized it.
Maybe he still could be...he was certainly familiar with taking what he could get. He took a sip from his coffee cup, partially because his mouth had gone dry and he didn't want his voice to waver as he spoke again and he took a breath, frowning in sympathy for a lack of empathy (thankfully) at that sort of grief.]
I...had noticed the past-tense. I'm sorry. I take it it wasn't long ago.
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But. Magnus is Magnus, whether he knows him or not, and he may not harbor any feelings for the mage, but he can't say the same. He's never known love, not really, nothing true enough to marry someone. Even his parents loathed one another. Love was a thing of fiction, a romantic tale tacked into a novel to increase its emotional impact, or something, well, those who weren't him got to do, at the very least. No one had ever stayed. A port in the storm? Yes. He'd been one before...maybe he had again and simply hadn't realized it.
Maybe he still could be...he was certainly familiar with taking what he could get. He took a sip from his coffee cup, partially because his mouth had gone dry and he didn't want his voice to waver as he spoke again and he took a breath, frowning in sympathy for a lack of empathy (thankfully) at that sort of grief.]
I...had noticed the past-tense. I'm sorry. I take it it wasn't long ago.