October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
You can't help but laugh at that. No, neither of you come close to being the picture of an old housewife, conventional or not, but just the thought of either of you in any sort of position to make dinner or tuck loved ones into bed at night, makes you laugh. Still, you appreciate his haughty and over-the-top dismantling of the rumours, choosing to portray you in a much more favourable light. The truth is you're married to your work and have never found anyone who means more to you than it does. It's as simple and boring as that.
"Oh I see. So it's really a kindness that you've not handed in your report then?" You quip back with a raised brow. "Fewer words for him to drown in?"
As Dorian leans in, you too turn your head playing along perfectly to this conspiratorial affect that he's donning. "A marriage proposal before lunch?" You say, lips parted in an O of bemusement. "And here I thought you were a gentleman." You add, sweetly scolding. Much as you appreciate the offer, Dorian is probably one of the most eligible bachelors in all of Stormbreak. If he's single by the time 40 rolls around, it'll be by choice and not mere happenstance.
"Oh you scoundral!" You trill, shifting your hip into him as he pours on the charm. But...well, you are interested. Finn couldn't tell you much (wouldn't?) and so you've got to take your scraps where you can find them. "What were they like, these outlanders? Are they very different from us?"
"Oh I see. So it's really a kindness that you've not handed in your report then?" You quip back with a raised brow. "Fewer words for him to drown in?"
As Dorian leans in, you too turn your head playing along perfectly to this conspiratorial affect that he's donning. "A marriage proposal before lunch?" You say, lips parted in an O of bemusement. "And here I thought you were a gentleman." You add, sweetly scolding. Much as you appreciate the offer, Dorian is probably one of the most eligible bachelors in all of Stormbreak. If he's single by the time 40 rolls around, it'll be by choice and not mere happenstance.
"Oh you scoundral!" You trill, shifting your hip into him as he pours on the charm. But...well, you are interested. Finn couldn't tell you much (wouldn't?) and so you've got to take your scraps where you can find them. "What were they like, these outlanders? Are they very different from us?"
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
