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[thirtybits]

"This is Judah's voicemail, no need to leave your number, I'll reply as soon as I can."



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No, I remember. But I was going to kill myself anyway, you beat me to it to stop me. So I was the cause.

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Mm, I could quote something now, but it would be terribly inappropriate. [Emboldened, he kisses Judas's neck.]

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[Judas' shoulders raise as his chin tilts down, both sensitive and embarrassed.] Would it be? I like inappropriate, you might have noticed...

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[At the response, Dorian pulls back so he can look up at Judas.] Is this all right?

[Sorry, Judas. You're going to have to put up with a lot of this.]

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[He pauses, not sure, at first, what Dorian means. Then he realises his reaction must have come across as afraid, so Judas shakes his head and offers a smile.]

Yeah, it's fine, don't worry. I'm not afraid of you.

[No more than the gut reactions he'd always had, anyway.]

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There's a mark of recklessness if I've ever heard one.

[Dorian accepts the reassurance. Aside from when he strangles Judas to death, Dorian has always been cautious about touching Judas's neck. Maybe he should think about the doublethink required for that kind of mindset, but then it wouldn't be doublethink. Instead, Dorian has been wary of getting near something that to him reads as a vulnerability—a place that can and likely was easily wounded. So given permission, he is both slow and indulgent with the opportunity.

But they're not boyfriends, Kido.]

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[Yeah, Kido, geez. They just make out and talk about what would happen if they were married, regular guy stuff.

With flushed cheeks, Judas eventually places a hand on Dorian's shoulder to gently push him away.]

Ah-- maybe not too much, though.

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[At that, Dorian flushes with embarrassment or shame and ducks his head.] Yes, of course.

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[He can't help smiling in response to that expression, moving his hand from Dorian's shoulder to his cheek.]

You're...always very enthusiastic. It's sweet.

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[Dorian sighs and rolls his eyes.] Don't patronize me, I'm only younger than you on technicalities.

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What- I'm not, I wasn't saying or implying anything about our relative ages! I meant it!

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[The response makes Dorian smile for the passion in it.] Then perhaps you might be more cautious of your words.

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I didn't think they came across that way at all, but...sorry. You should know I don't care about something like that. I can't, or I would never meet anyone who was old enough to associate with.

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Oh, there are bound to be a few here or there. Lingering about, as they do.

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I'd be stuck with Apostles.

And Roman traitors.

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And Moses, you've mentioned him. And there must be a handful of supernatural horrors from the dawn of time lingering here or there.

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Right, and Moses, angels too but I try not to get in their way. Supernatural horrors don't exactly make good companions either, you don't hang out with the Leviathan. Seeing things like that is still too weird even for me.

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Darling, you're sitting in a tree with a supernatural horror.

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And you're only one hundred and fifty, that's not even close to the beginning of time. Most of those are in Hell. The ones still living like you are probably only a few hundred years old, practically children, really.

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[Sulky because he's losing an argument.] There must be others. I'm certain Otto is from pre-history.

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[He shrugs.] Well if you can find me someone over two thousand, I'll have to leave you for them.

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You can't do that! You're killing yourself to keep me interested! It isn't fair to play with me like that and then just abandon me!

[Dorian will never realize there is a problem in his habit of accepting people manipulating him into dependence, as long as they don't abandon him.]

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Then I guess you won't be pursuing the thought of there being someone about my age around.

[Judas laughs before leaning over to kiss Dorian's cheek. (It's kind of nice being the one doing the teasing once in a while)]

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[He sulks, but he permits the kiss. As with much of its sulking, it's in many ways an act.] Should I take that to mean you'll devote yourself to me and me alone?

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[Judas pauses, and in that pause places his hand over Dorian's, holding his wrist. He speaks carefully, keeping his eyes down.]

Yes. ...You could even say I'm yours.

[Platonically, obviously ]