Dorian Young (ofwhitecloth) wrote in otherworld_logs, @ 2015-05-22 21:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | dorian young, mohini jaswal |
Characters: Mo & Dorian
Setting: Dorian's home
Content: Worksafe
Summary: Somebody has to be Alice.
Status: Ongoing
Usually Dorian Young was satisfied with his life being Just So. He had loving parents, an accomodating job, good friends like Archie, and a rather well-tempered spirit guide in Psí. So he wasn't typically inclined to go out of his way to make new acquaintances, especially pleasure-seeking, "factual", and mysterious young women like Mohini Jaswal. Perhaps she didn't consider herself mysterious – she seemed, by their few interactions, straightforward. Until she wasn't. Both sides were demonstrated only at her whim, which made either for a very complex lady or one who simply just enjoyed the art of teasing. He felt it was more the latter, which tended to be a much smaller red flag, but it was a red flag nonetheless. He could picture Archie warning him about inviting someone he barely knew into his household, but Dorian didn't have any perverse or dishonorable intentions, and if she did she'd certainly understand quickly that he was unable to return the feelings. It wasn't that he was bereft of a libido – he knew a beautiful woman when he saw one, knew what lust was – but he just wasn't that breed. It was in part the fear that most people weren't willing to put in the time or effort to really care for someone with OI and most relationships tended to be ruled out not because he had physical deformities but because other people couldn't see past them. But it was also a greater respect towards women. He was a gentleman through and through and his invitation to Mo was to introduce himself to her properly, unable to help the stir of curiosity within him, but primarily seeking new friends. Psí was definitely more than pleased with his very unexpected invitation to tea and nattered in his ear about it for a good while following. Dorian admitted he had to start listening to his guide at some point if he wanted to get out more, which only resulted in more happy babbling from her. He suggested that Mo stop by at her best convenience, which for her was a crisp Sunday morning, and once that day arrived he was rearranging his tea cabinet with gusto, quietly, anxiously happy about having new company over. He hobbled around with his cane, tidying up his living room. What would they talk about? Wow, he really didn't know. What if she found him immensely boring? What if Mo decided, as many others had, that he was just not interesting enough? His spirit guide told him to hush; such thoughts would never lead to anywhere but a deeper hole. So he straightened his tie, adjusted his glasses, brushed his hand through his hair about a dozen times before he just...sat. And waited. |