[Dorian typically knew better than to spend too much of his time here on the observation deck, the place had a hair-raising air about it if one remained excessively alone. Still, Dorian could always remind himself that he'd endured more disturbing things than voices he could hear, but couldn't pinpoint the source, he was a mage, that was practically a Tuesday evening.
It was, however, one of the few places a man could get some peace and quiet, well occasionally, there was an obvious draw for the crew to this place. Romantic might have been the term one might use, but Dorian wasn't quite so certain, not that he is thinking about it too hard. Right now his nose is buried in a book, where it usually is when things are quiet and he wasn't at all busy. So it takes him a moment to realize that there is a presence aboard the deck, and that presence had a form, and that form made him do a double-take.
The people he has seen since he's been here, it never fails to fascinate him how none of them can even remotely come close to resembling what he recognized. That is not a bad thing, it piqued the interest of the person inside of him who had to know things.
Dorian lowered his book, he wasn't one for long, awkward silences. He preferred awkward icebreakers instead.]
Lovely isn't it? Kind of makes you want to retch, yes?
on your own
It was, however, one of the few places a man could get some peace and quiet, well occasionally, there was an obvious draw for the crew to this place. Romantic might have been the term one might use, but Dorian wasn't quite so certain, not that he is thinking about it too hard. Right now his nose is buried in a book, where it usually is when things are quiet and he wasn't at all busy. So it takes him a moment to realize that there is a presence aboard the deck, and that presence had a form, and that form made him do a double-take.
The people he has seen since he's been here, it never fails to fascinate him how none of them can even remotely come close to resembling what he recognized. That is not a bad thing, it piqued the interest of the person inside of him who had to know things.
Dorian lowered his book, he wasn't one for long, awkward silences. He preferred awkward icebreakers instead.]
Lovely isn't it? Kind of makes you want to retch, yes?