Dorian - On Love
Is this written in the POV of the character? Yes
What is Love to You?
Section titled “What is Love to You?”Love, hm? It’s a chain of chemical reactions that elicit some kind of response from those who recognize it as love. It’s some part joy and elation and desire, but there’s also something indescribable about that feeling.
…Ha, I kid. That’s probably what a classmate of mine will say when faced with the question. Not that they’re necessarily wrong, per se, it’s a valid enough take. But it feels rather cold, doesn’t it?
How You Are when in Love
Section titled “How You Are when in Love”Perhaps caring is… one way to put it. I can’t be sure of it myself, because I can’t be sure if I was ever “in love” in a true fashion. But… hmm. There may be some degree of closeness I want from a partner. Time together, or having some shared presence… something like that.
“Some degree of closeness,” he says. It’s quite true as well as an understatement. His hands are his vehicle for control, and his body language curated to ensure everything runs smooth. An ever-present busy-body like him has no time for small gestures, unless his partner happens to also be part of his job.
Unwavering control and indescribable obsession. A need to understand what makes them tick and what makes them happy. The urge to optimize their every way of being until all that’s left is contentment.
Habits
Section titled “Habits”Small talk, little trinkets, and warm hugs. Soft eyes and soft hands wrap around their body as they chide and tut playfully at their habits. He’ll braid their hair and sing them songs, be anything they wish him to be. Just as long as he remains the one doing it, yeah?
He nurses a cup of tea each morning, reading through the morning news. His schedule curated for the day, time set aside to meet with his lover. A small sigh escapes his lips as he cleans up. There’s many to do each day, after all.
Ask Game
Section titled “Ask Game”Between Your Family and Their Your, Who Would You Choose?
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My lover would be the right answer, wouldn’t it? They would be an extension of myself, and it’s human nature to side with one who you agree more with, is it not?
He knows that’s not all there is to it, but cut him some slack. With the bulk of the context omitted, how is he to give a sufficient answer? But what he says is largely the truth. As much as he cares for his family, a lover is someone he would devote to until his dying breath.
Between You and Your Lover, Who Would You Choose?
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Good question… Hmm. I would choose my lover, of course, considering it’s only right to put forth their needs before mine.
What’s left unsaid is that his needs could be easily be met so long as his lover remains pleased. And it’s not as though he imagines them ever disagreeing, no. The customer is always right, but then again, the customer reacts based on service received. So if he’s any short of pleasant, well then it’s on him, surely.
A Gun on Their Hand, Pointed at Their beloved.
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…A gun on my hands? It makes for a rather fascinating tale, but believe me when I say that would never happen.
I… don’t think anyone would be happy put in that scenario, after all.
The muzzle sits tight underneath their palate, the cold metal shifting infinitesimally every second. Dorian’s grip never budges, no. His eyes are still with an intense focus they hardly ever seen.
To think he’s so comfortable with the revolver in his hand, almost as though he’s handled one before. But how could he? What kind of college kids handles firearms on the daily?
“It’s a Nagant M1895, as far as what I’m told. A symbol for Russian Roulette, they say,” he murmurs, his cadence light and airy. The handgun shifts, pushing harder into the hard palate, almost forcefully.
His eyes glint under the fluorescent lights, and his hands grip tighter onto their sides. It’s a rather cold embrace, one rather unusual coming from him. But the whole situation in itself is rather bizarre as most would say.
“You’re not scared, aren’t you?” he mused, eyes crinkling as he lets out a small laugh that sounds too much like bell chimes. Then he tuts, “aye, don’t move so much.”
As if one could stay still in such a scenario. As if one could stay silent in the face of a gun aimed at their brains.
His hands grip tighter around their neck, his mouth extremely close as he observes their Adam’s apple bob in fear. A flicker of uncertainty flits through Dorian’s eyes, but all is squandered by a professional coldness as he grins.
“It’s part of the experience, darling. Don’t sweat on it much, yeah?”
And so he spins the cylinder and pulls the trigger.
The recoil affects both of them, true, but what matters is that the gun was never loaded in the first place.