Who: Roman and Dorian What: Meeting at Roman’s Office, What could be done to release Cas ASAP When: Afternoon, June 29th, 2019 Where: Roman’s Office Rating: Mid - some suggestive themes mentioned Status: Complete
Someone to hear your prayers. Someone who’s there.
Dorian didn’t get more than perhaps three or four hours sleep. He had stayed up, pacing and drinking coffee as he wanted Laura and Caitlyn get some rest and he’d protect the house. But he did shower and change clothes around 11:30 in the morning. And then he left, traveling alone but swiftly to locate Roman’s office before their agreed upon meeting time.
The tall, dark eyed man, dressed in blue jeans and a dark violet t-shirt, knocked on Roman’s door ten minutes til one.
Roman was settled behind his desk working. Files were spread open across the blotter in various stages of processing. On a corner of the desk sat a laptop. The interior of the office was posh and modern, up to date on the latest style and trend. Comfortable chairs angled the room, but before the desk were firmer seats designed to be unwelcome in appearance.
Through glasses he looked down at the case file for Caspian Finn, making a few notes on the slip of paper clipped to the inside of the folder.
As the knock came he glanced up. The clock was spied, and the file was closed. “Come in,” he called softly, leaning backward in his chair with interest once his hands were freed from burden.
Moving finally to stand as Dorian entered, Roman was nothing but charm and smiles. “Ah, my friend. Thank you for coming by. Please have a seat.”
Hearing Roman’s voice on the other side of the door, Dorian opened it and entered. He closed the door behind him as he watched the other man stand. He definitely recognized Roman’s office as one of those typical lawyer/executive sorts of arrangement, having seen quite a few in the past.
“Thank you for seeing me.” Dorian replied as he sat down in one of the seats before the desk. He sat with his back straight, his hands resting on one of his knees.
When Dorian was in and settled, Roman made to sit down in his own chair. He offered a small smile, “So, I promised to give you updates on the case.” The file was plucked up by long fingers, held up for Dorian to see. He offered the folder toward the other man.
“I saw your friend last night,” he said next, clearing his throat. “He wasn’t as thrilled to see me as you might suspect, but then you know him better than I do.” He figured Dorian would know more or less how that interaction went. “He should have visitation rights tomorrow evening.”
Nodding, Dorian reached off and took the folder. He immediately opened it but lifted his head as he heard Roman cleared his throat.
“Is he injured in any way?” Dorian asked, recalling the disoriented and confused feeling he had gotten from Caspian the night before. “I guess there is no way for him to get visitation rights sooner?”
“A bit disoriented. Some minor pain to the side and the chest. He said he thought someone might have kicked him when he was laying in the living room,” Roman explained, motioning to the folder. “Bit of a nosebleed, too. But otherwise in top shape.”
Upon mention of visitation Roman shrugged. “I don’t make the rules. I could take one person, perhaps, to see him but otherwise no. I’ve never seen that process get expedited.” At least, not in a case like this. But then there was always a way to get what you were after if you could play the game.
The word ‘nosebleed’ concerned Dorian and he opened the folder and began to read. “So, no head wound other than the nosebleed?” He hoped he was cleaned up before visitation, not wanting Laura and Caitlyn to see Caspian that way.
“His family is anxious to see him, to have him home,” Dorian spoke. The details in the file troubled him, but didn’t deter him. Looking back up, Dorian listened. He was determined to get Caspian home as soon as possible.
“Not that he described.” Roman’s phone was lifted. He shifted it from side to side, “It’s all right here in the recording. I made a few notes in the file.” The phone would be set down and forgotten about easily in favor of better things.
“I’m sure that they are. Trust me when I say he’s equally as anxious to be back home.” The man had told him that fact more than once. “There has been an odd occurrence, if I might share it with you. I don’t know if this bears any connection to your friend, but a few guards have been reported to be experiencing amnesia, erratic behavior, and attempting to harm themselves or others. It’s spiked since your friend has joined the detainment center.”
Dorian laid the file folder open in his lap as he watch Roman with his phone and then he blinked.
“Oh?” He spoke, not giving away anything in facial expressions. Dorian knew how Caspian was when provoked, when angry. “I don’t know about that.” He looked through the file some more and frowned at the charges. “I don’t believe he did any of the things this sheet says. What can I do to get him back home sooner rather than later?” Right to the point.
“Really?” He inquired.
Roman would nod though he didn’t believe that Dorian was being truthful. You didn’t just start making people do crazy things and then have someone in your close family dispute. But he would give Dorian the benefit of the doubt.
But he could respect getting down to brass tax. “Convince me he’s important.” Roman shrugged. A motion to the stack of files on his desk.
“Yeah. He’s not a revolutionist.”
Then he watched Roman as he said to convince him and then shrugged and that motion was made to the stack of files. Dorian leaned forward a little, a hand on each knee. “He’s a father, husband. His family needs him. What uncertainty and instability being brought to this island occurred, being together as a family eased.” He spoke and then grew silent, raising his hands to clasp them together under his chin as he looked Roman in the eye. “What do you need from me beyond that? Why can I offer?”
This was a tactic Dorian was prepared to use and he knew that Caspian wouldn’t like it. But it was for him, he was trying. Using those abilities to cause chaos with the guards may only fuel the government’s case to keep him detained
“Not a revolutionist, hm?”
“You think these people aren’t?” Came the rebuttal. Another motion to the files. “We have five in detainment. Richard is a father,” he began, sliding a file out of the stack. He pushed it toward Dorian. “Want more? Maria, a mother of twins.” Her file was pulled and set down too.
“What are you offering? I’m getting bored with all of this back and forth,” he said, waving a hand.
“He didn’t do the things he is being detained for.” Dorian reiterated.
Dorian internally flinched at the mention of the father and the mother. There had to be something wrong with the government. Caspian was innocent.
Closing Caspian’s file and placing it in the chair beside him, Dorian breathed and answered Roman. “I’m offering myself to you. Quid pro quo.”
Ah the old Quid Pro Quo.
Tit for tat.
“I’ll take it. Or, you. And I’ll put his file on the top of my list if you’re to my expectations.” He had to have a limitation on things. He pretended to be bored, shrugging at Dorian.
“Good,” Dorian replied as he picked up Caspian’s file, stood up, and reached over the desk to hand it back to Roman. In his mind, he calmed himself - not wanting Caspian to pick up on the apprehension. The younger man had so much to repay him for.
The file would be taken, set on the top of the stack. For now. As if to say silently that he was living up to his end of the bargain.
He wasn’t sure exactly what was on Dorian’s mind but he was interested to find out.
Dorian remained standing as Roman took the file from him and put it on top of the stack. He knew he was capable of what he planned. It was the unknown of how Roman was going to react that had him worried.
“You probably don’t have much time to yourself with work you do.” Dorian spoke as he began walk around to Roman’s side of the desk and leaned against a corner of it.
Roman was the man who played himself as flexible. Spur of the moment. His eyes climbed to look up at the other as he came around the desk. Chair swiveled to make himself available to Dorian. “It’s the burden of the job, really.”
Dorian didn’t like the circumstances that brought him to learn and have the skills he trying to use, but used them regardless. He watched as Roman swiveled his chair. Tilting his head slightly to one side, he sighed. “Is that you are: your job?”
His arms would lift, palms would come out. “This is my job. I took this knowing it was hard. I left my life outside for this. It’s thankless. I do it.” His actions denoted a sense of what more can you want? “But I wanted to do this.” That was a true fact. He wanted to get out from beneath his mother.
Pushing away from the desk, Dorian took a half-step closer as he watched and listened to Roman. “But is this,” he motioned and then brought his own hands up to cup Roman’s, “all you want in life?”
“To help people,” he uttered. Roman leaned into those hands, “Always.” His mother would have told him it was about the money. The power and influence. But what power and influence was there here?
“Maybe to settle down. Who knows?”
“I’m glad you want to help people,” Dorian nodded. He smiled softly at that leaning into his hands. Little by little, the younger man felt like he was tiptoeing into a lion’s den.
“What do you want right now?” Dorian took a step closer as he slowly placed himself between Roman’s arms.
That feeling wasn’t wrong in the slightest; Roman was very much a lion. Intrigued and curious he watched the other man, reading the body language easily. Usually it was the other way around - that he was the one putting on a show to get something he was after but now that he was experiencing it firsthand he had to say he was impressed at the length this man was willing to go to for another’s well being.
“Would you be surprised if I said...you?” Came the inquiry in a soft growl of playfulness. Fingers would twist into his own tie with anticipation. Then Dorian was drawing near, near enough to indulge him.
From the tie fingers would lift, dancing across sharp jawline and up into ebony hair.
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t say it.” Dorian hummed as he leaned in close, his hands moving to rest on either side of Roman.
Slipping out of Roman’s office, Dorian pulled the door closed. His t-shirt was wrinkled from being removed and dropped on the floor, his jeans rested a little lower than usual, and his hair was a little messy with fly aways and being combed through by Roman’s fingers and pulled at. he pulled down on his shirt and made his way out of the building - hoping Roman was satisfied.