"Good evening, all. I'm certain you're all thrilled I've returned."
Dorian spent a great deal of time at home these days, what with work, and the sadness, and the hominess of being around people from his world, who would never leave, would they? They wouldn't abandon him the way, well, others had. It hadn't been an exceptionally fruitful day at work, though, and thus he was looking forward to a long bath, possibly surrounded by earthy candles and a glass of wine with a good book, and well, more wine obviously. The door to their home swings shut as he hangs his coat on the rack. The lack of response gave him pause and he looked around the first floor of their home slightly confused before mounting the stairs.
"Is anyone even-" the sight of Iona standing in the entry way to Cullen's quarters gave him pause, though, and he was quiet for a moment before approaching. "Iona?"
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Dorian spent a great deal of time at home these days, what with work, and the sadness, and the hominess of being around people from his world, who would never leave, would they? They wouldn't abandon him the way, well, others had. It hadn't been an exceptionally fruitful day at work, though, and thus he was looking forward to a long bath, possibly surrounded by earthy candles and a glass of wine with a good book, and well, more wine obviously. The door to their home swings shut as he hangs his coat on the rack. The lack of response gave him pause and he looked around the first floor of their home slightly confused before mounting the stairs.
"Is anyone even-" the sight of Iona standing in the entry way to Cullen's quarters gave him pause, though, and he was quiet for a moment before approaching. "Iona?"