October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
"No need to call it lesser, Dorian. I've done your physicals. It isn't that bad." You say with a bright laugh, hugging at his arm as you grin mischievously up at him. It's true enough, as well. Dorian is a near-perfect male specimen for all intents and purposes. Would you sneak into his bed when certain itches that needed to be scratched became overwhelming? Perhaps. He seemed the type to be a fairly equitable lover too. But there would always be work that came first, relegating you to the darkness of empty examination rooms when such urges became too strong.
"Us blindly hateful?" You repeat, your eyes narrowing with obvious confusion. The Order's entire existence is dedicated to protecting the continent from another devastating war. How can these people who have only been around for a year or so, be so quick to judge? You frown as all of your naive and optimistic hopes about the Outlanders start to be coloured in more realistic hues.
"Why was she.." You swallow, your grip on Dorian's arm softening, but only so that it might seem all the more sympathetic. "...and did it? Persuade them?" You say instead, large almond eyes seeming sweet and sad all at once.
"Us blindly hateful?" You repeat, your eyes narrowing with obvious confusion. The Order's entire existence is dedicated to protecting the continent from another devastating war. How can these people who have only been around for a year or so, be so quick to judge? You frown as all of your naive and optimistic hopes about the Outlanders start to be coloured in more realistic hues.
"Why was she.." You swallow, your grip on Dorian's arm softening, but only so that it might seem all the more sympathetic. "...and did it? Persuade them?" You say instead, large almond eyes seeming sweet and sad all at once.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
