[Speak of waiting, Dorian has been for some time now. He's actually reached the point where he's just gotten bored, the rose originally supposed to be in his mouth on the pillow as he's flipping through a book he'd brought with him. Because of course he did.
Oh, but the door is opening, so it's probably never going to be seen again with how fast he flung it across the room. He lays his head back in his hand, making some quick effort like he was ready to be drawn like one of the Orlesian girls. At least the sheet is barely covering him from the waist down.]
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Oh, but the door is opening, so it's probably never going to be seen again with how fast he flung it across the room. He lays his head back in his hand, making some quick effort like he was ready to be drawn like one of the Orlesian girls. At least the sheet is
barelycovering him from the waist down.]Inquisitor. Commander.