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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Dec 19, 2017 4:43:58 GMT
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Dorian wasn’t really one to take time for himself. The activities he considered relaxing were viewed as work to other people. He gardened on the roof of his apartment building, he cooked, and most often – up until a few months ago – he stayed late at the office doing actual work or helping Dorcas with her studies. Apparently being a single surrogate father and working a full time job had finally caught up with him. When Dorian arrived home from work this evening and thanked Emily for watching his niece, Emily politely pointed out that he was looking more tired than usual. She said it in that loving way where no one, sans her daughter, could possibly be offended and she coupled the remark with a more than generous offer to watch Ariel overnight so that Dorian could have a night without the baby in which he wasn’t working. His first since Ariel’s birth. After a bit of back and forth, Dorian finally agreed. He packed a bag for his niece with more than enough clothes in case there was an accident, her favorite blanket, and her mirror which she enjoyed looking into and smiling at the beautiful blonde baby girl who smiled back at her.
The flat was quiet eerily quiet without Ariel. Dorian almost didn’t know what to do with himself. It was too late to garden, he didn't need to cook as Emily had left him supper on the stove, and it wasn't as if Dorian had a booming social life to be getting on with. Happy to have a bit of time to himself, even if he wasn't sure what to do with himself, he fixed himself a plate of the spaghetti Emily had left for him and poured himself a glass of wine, sitting down at the dining table to eat. It was odd not hearing at least the rustling of a sleeping baby, if not crying or cooing or giggling. A quiet night in seemed like a million years ago and Dorian found he was no longer comfortable with the silence. Leaving his food for a moment, Dorian moved across the room to the radio nestled in the corner of the lounge and turned in on. The sound of static filled the air for a moment before the station tuned in properly. Satisfied with a bit of background noise, Dorian returned to his dinner.
Music filled the little flat as he went about his evening. He did the dishes, ran a load of Ariel’s laundry, and tidied up her play things. Dorian had made a makeshift nursery in the corner of his bedroom. It wouldn’t work long term but for the time being her cot fit in the corner and a small basket tucked underneath held her toys. It was remarkable how much clothing such a young babe would require and she quickly grew out of the use a of a single drawer in Dorian’s dresser that he had planned for. Ariel had her own little dresser, painted white to match her cot, tucked alongside of Dorian’s. Anyone who had seen Dorian’s tidy, minimalist flat before the baby would not believe this to be the same place or the same man.
Digging through the basket of Ariel’s toys, Dorian fished out the items that had accumulated from people attempting to appease her with anything nearby. There were several spoons, a comb, two non-matching socks, and stuck in the corner of the backset was something Dorian had been looking for just this morning. A small, silver star reflected the light, seeming to flash its location at the Auror who had lost the cufflink sometime between getting home yesterday and getting dressed for work this morning. He polished them often but they still showed the unusual amount of wear on them for something he had owned for less than a year. There were tiny scratch marks from tussles with Dark Wizards and a knick on of the tip of one star from where a curse had just barely grazed him. Paris had given him these cufflinks before her death and he cherished them like nothing else he had ever owned, aside from his father’s wedding ring.
A strained smile crossed his face as he turned and stood from his knelt position near the empty cot, and moved to place the cufflink in his top drawer with the its mate. There was a sense of relief as he brought the two stars together and Dorian shut the dresser drawer and headed to the kitchen to refill his glass of wine. He has barely made it to the dining area when his feet stopped and he felt his heart drop out of the bottom of his stomach.
♫Blackbird singing in the dead of night♪
The words were like daggers in his heart as he listened to the song Paris had shared with him on the rooftop over half a year ago. Had it really been that long?
♪Take these broken wings and learn to fly♫
Dorian felt a surge of emotion well up in his chest as the music continued. Slowly he stepped forward, reaching for the bottle of wine that was waiting on the table.
♫You were only waiting for this moment to arise♪
He filled is glass fuller than it needed to be and moved to the sofa, sitting near the radio and turning the volume up just a bit. Visions of Paris flooded his mind and he took larger sips than he normally would have, no recognizing what he was doing. He missed her greatly. He still loved her and wished she was here now. He was completely out of his element raising a child, dealing with Paris’ cousin, having people around who cared about him. Paris would have made it all easier. She would have nudged him into it gently instead of throwing him to the sharks as life had done. She would have smiled and he would have known everything was going to be okay. Before he knew it, his second glass was empty. Then his third. Soon a second bottle was opened. Blackbird was playing on a loop now, enchanted to repeat the song until he grew tired of it or passed out, whichever came first.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 19, 2017 4:58:25 GMT
So what was she doing at Dorian's door on a Friday night? Usually Friday nights were spent reading files, going over work to make sure she wasn't missing anything obvious. She occasionally went out but not all that often, not as often as one would expect a twenty-seven year old to be out and about. Dorcas loved a drink here and there, she had so few worries about anything bad happening when she was drinking and always figured she could take care of herself and her mates if need be. Alcohol made her even more confident in her abilities. Still tonight was not a night out. She had no plans this Friday night and she didn't want to go out drinking alone. Every now and then was fine but she had plans with friends closer to Christmas and she didn't feel like becoming too much of a regular around the only good drinking spots near enough to home. She didn't much fancy just sitting home alone so she'd apparated to her mums, figuring she could just spend the entire weekend there only when she got there a cooing little Miss was having her nappy changed. Dorcas stayed for a little bit and had a hold of Ariel then handed the little babe back to her dad when Dorcas had grown bored of the kid, which didn't take long at all. After grabbing a couple of bottles of wine from her parents stash she gave her mum, dad, and Ariel a kiss goodbye and made her way to Dorian's apartment. She figured he could probably do with a little company for a short while that had nothing to do with work or a baby and so she was grabbing out her keys figuring they could have a drink, a chat, and she could leave him to the rest of his evening.
Slipping the key into the lock Dorcas gave a twist and hoped with all her might Dorian was dancing around naked like some kind of prat. When she pushed the door open a little Dorcas heard an all too familiar song and her eyes settled on Dorian sat on the sofa, already with a drink in hand. Well this was a bloody depressing sight. The idea of just walking straight back out crossed her mind but then it was kind of strange to see Dorian like this. There was just something not right about the prim and proper Dorian Humbert drinking and listening to this particular song. "Wow, you sure know how to have a swell night." She said, closing the door behind her and going to the kitchen to grab out a wine glass, helping herself as she did around people she felt comfortable with. "Feeling particularly cheerful tonight, are we?" She asked, having noticed an already empty bottle of wine and another opened. Well she needn't have commandeered her parents but hey, when was more alcohol a bad thing, she thought as she opened the red she'd brought and poured herself a glass.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Dec 19, 2017 5:40:40 GMT
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Dorian could not hear the jingle of keys over the music playing into his ear but the opening of the door caught his eye. Very few people had a key to his flat; Emily, Dorcas, and the landlord. He was teetering between heavily buzzed and fairly drunk but still his mind was sharp enough to know that anyone managing their way through his security spells was of no threat to him, still he attempted to sit up on the sofa before whomever it was came in. He was not fully successful. It was a leisurely pose for the uptight Auror to be in; his shoulders low enough to be resting fully on the back cushion and a half-empty wineglass resting on his knee where he wouldn’t need to put forth much effort to retrieve it.
It was a surprise to see the younger Meadowes standing in front of him. He had been almost positive that the visitor was Emily bringing his niece back to him for some reason or another. He was just tipsy enough to not have thought out the dozen or so reasons Ariel might be returning early as he would normally have done if the situation arose. Dorcas commented on his apparent plans for the evening but Dorian wasn’t in a mood to chat with her. She disliked emotion and he had had far too many drinks tonight to be able to properly disguise his sadness. “I am not feeling up to discussing a case this evening, Dorcas. Perhaps tomorrow.” The last thing Dorian wanted to do was go over a the facts of a murder or discuss another Death Eater attack. Sure, Dorcas had come over a few times for more social greetings – like her drunken misadventure in the middle of the night, but mostly she came by to talk about work. She helped with the baby more often than he had expected her to but there was no little Ariel for her to mind tonight.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 19, 2017 6:41:54 GMT
A case? Eesh, he was more gone than Dorcas had first realised. She'd never seen this side of Dorian before and she honestly didn't mind it so far. Perhaps this would make him seem more human and less broom-up-his-arse, science-fiction robot. She wasn't going to hold her breath on that one. "Not here for a case." She said, figuring that might put his mind at a little ease, of course with this particular song playing it was likely to be in a state of perpetual sadness. At least if he was drunk enough she could deal with that, there was a good chance he'd do something hilarious. Also a good chance he'd trip over something and hurt himself. If that was the case she could always levitate him to bed to sleep off the drink. She hadn't really thought to bring along any potions that might help him with a hangover, she'd grabbed some wine with the intentions of only really opening one bottle but it seemed Dorian was already into his second and she wasn't going to stop him from enjoying himself ... or drowning his sorrows as it seemed to be.
Dorcas made her way from the kitchen to the sofa and dropped down heavily on the other end of it. She placed the wine bottle she'd carried from the kitchen down on the coffee table and sat back, taking a sip of the red she'd poured herself, noticing that the song had started repeating. Well that wasn't a good sign. "How many times have you listened to it?" She asked, taking another sip of the wine. This was possibly not the sort of conversation she wanted to get into with Dorian but if he'd listened to it for way more times than he should have then maybe she'd be able to convince him to put on something a bit more upbeat and cheery. Maybe she could even get him up and dancing. Dorcas glanced in Dorian's direction, it was weird seeing him like this and not at all comfortable but she'd give him a chance to turn his mood around before she called in someone more capable of dealing with emotions than her. She had no sodding idea who though. Mum and dad had Ariel but maybe dad would come over to see him, mum was more than capable of looking after Ariel alone. Perhaps Kit would be useful. Then again she wasn't sure if Dorian and Kit knew of one another on a personal level.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Dec 24, 2017 3:11:00 GMT
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“Not here for a case.” Dorcas seemed to have perfected inappropriate timing, along with inappropriate everything else. The witch rarely failed to make some overly friendly innuendo at most any opportunity (even saying the word ‘innuendo’ was cause enough to spark something childish inside her) and she seemed to relish in the chance to lick whip cream off her finger in a most sexual manner while making far too intense eye contact with him. Her inappropriate timing for a social visit was not well received, at least on the inside, but the heartbroken man slumped on the sofa was too polite to overtly ask her to leave. Instead, he watched as Dorcas moved into the kitchen, fixed herself a glass of wine, and plopped onto the sofa beside him, causing Dorian’s glass to wobble a bit on his knee.
Dorcas asked a question that Dorian didn’t want to answer. There was no way that he was telling her, a childish gossip, that he’d been sitting here for over an hour listening to the same Beatles song on repeat. Instead, he replied “I haven’t been keeping count,” and prayed she’d drop it. To help aid in that process, Dorian picked up his wand which had been resting on the sofa beside him but evidently had fallen between the crack in the cushions, and pointed it at the radio. The song switched off and now the room was oddly silent once more. Only a few seconds passed but they seemed to stretch out exponentially and he felt extremely aware of himself in those moments. Pulling himself to his feet and only just barely keeping the wine fully inside his glass, Dorian flicked his wand once more and the radio came on again. The station had caught up with itself and an ad was playing, a soothing voice of an older man speaking about some muggle product he was selling. “Put on whatever you like,” Dorian said almost dismissively as he crossed the room, keeping his back to the younger Auror.
He didn’t feel entirely comfortable being this far gone in front of her, only ever having gotten drunk in her presence on the evening of Paris’ funeral as the wake was being held at a bar. Dorian had drank a few too many that night but it was worth it to hear all the wonderful stories about the parts of Paris’ life he had not gotten to experience with her. That connection was important to Dorian and it was one of the reasons he enjoyed spending time with Paris’ best friend, Geralina. She was full of brilliant stories and the pair could easily get lost for hours talking of their mutual friend. They spoke about other things as well, but unlike Dorcas, Geralina had the emotional capacity to be able to empathize with Dorian without judging him or looking down upon him professionally. Dorian wasn’t sure Dorcas understood the definition of the word ‘emotions’ and showing them off when he was so vulnerable was highly unsettling.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 26, 2017 15:01:53 GMT
Well that was a little unnerving. She wasn't used to seeing Dorian like this and she wasn't used to dealing with her own motions let alone other peoples but there was a common ground here, they were both in mourning over the same person. Supposedly it could help to talk to people about it but Dorcas was yet to attempt to share anything. The closest she got to dealing with her emotions was the same as she dealt with every emotion - she had all sense and ability to walk taken away by some seriously questionable fucking by Rodolphus. Well not questionable by her or him but if anyone else knew the sorts of things they got up to then chances were the pair would be locked up in an insane asylum. Or at least Dorcas would be, Rodolphus would pay his way out. She had a little faith that in such circumstances he'd pay for her freedom, possibly not until he'd grown bored of everything else he'd shagged. So probably a month, she figured.
Dorcas took a mouthful of wine as Dorian searched for his wand. She lowered her glass as the music turned off. She wasn't paying him much attention because he didn't seem far enough gone to be hilarious but his wine seemed to topple around the glass a bit, threatening to stain his perfect looking floors. Of course they were probably enchanted with some kind of stain-resistance, especially now that he had a small, pooping and vomiting machine to look after. At least he wasn't listening to Blackbird on repeat still but she wasn't sure what else to put on as some dullard started talking about some bloody muggle contraption. Still, there had to be something entirely better on the radio, better yet if he had some kind of record player and some records that would be a heck of a lot better.
Standing up and taking her wine with her Dorcas made her way to the radio and started fiddling with the knob. Admittedly it was not the knob in Dorian's apartment that she'd want to fiddle with but hey, anything had to be better than boring muggle man followed by a song that started slowly and was bound to be something depressing. Radio this time of night was all about winding down which was ridiculous for a Friday night, it should have been all about amping people up for a fucking fantastic night out! There had to be something somewhere and so Dorcas listened to the static and the boring music and then more boring static. As she made her way through the stations she heard all manner of things which made her realise why she stuck to her records. There was some country thing, static, some classical thing, static, some late night talk about some guys dick problems, static. Eventually she stopped at something that seemed at least a little bit livelier than the rest, though she had no idea what the song was that was playing. Probably something new or perhaps something quite old.
Dorcas turned her head to look about and spot Dorian. This felt like such superficial grounds to be treading. Stepping on glass barefoot would probably be more soothing and less torturous than this but then again she hadn't exactly expected to find Dorian in this sort of state. She figured he'd be in his bedroom, organising his suits from favourite to least favourite and replacing the least favourite with plans for a new suit. She imagined that would be his idea of an enthralling night of pleasure and sophistication! She was more than likely farthest from his thoughts of a fun evening but it wasn't as if he had much choice tonight, she was stubborn and she would stick around. She liked Dorian, quite a bit actually, and it wasn't just because he was an extremely attractive bloke, his looks actually had nothing to do with why she liked him, they were just a bonus. He was a decent person and a damn good Auror. He'd made Paris happy and he made an effort with her insane family even after Paris had died. He was smart and he was able to tolerate a lot of her crap and she knew she had a fair amount, he even had a decent sense of humour when he permitted it to shine through and Dorcas didn't mind if he ever attempted a little joke at her expense, anything that had separated him from that noose he always wore around his neck was welcome. "Did you have plans for tonight or were you just going to drink the house dry?" She asked, making her way back to the couch and sitting her arse down, "Have you eaten? I love that Chinese place around the corner from here. Probably grab something later." She finished off the wine that was in her glass and leant forward, setting her glass down on the coffee table and pouring herself another glass with the bottle she'd brought over earlier.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Dec 26, 2017 23:48:16 GMT
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There were no plans for the evening beyond this. Dorian had not been expecting to be baby-free tonight and while he was grateful to Emily for suggesting, rightfully so, that he need a night off, her generosity had created a ripple effect in which Dorian was now slightly more than buzzed, in a depressed state over the fate of the woman he had loved, and attempting to field questions from a nosey, albeit kind, colleague. Were he sober at this moment he would have thought of Dorcas as a friend – of sorts – but having friends meant letting people in, and letting people in, for Dorian, meant chaos, disaster, and ultimately death. Merlin only knew what was in store for poor little Ariel having to be saddled with a cursed guardian like her uncle Dorian. It was not uncommon these days for Dorian to wake up in a cold sweat and glance anxiously over to the child’s cot to ensure her death, which he had seen as vividly as he had seen her parents’, had only been a horrible dream. “My plans are my own, Dorcas. If you would prefer to judge me, you can do so silently and from your own home.” Without even a glance at the younger woman’s direction, Dorian finished the large swallow of wine left in his glass and turned, heading for the kitchen.
He saw wine she had brought with her and left on his counter as she began talking of dinner, and with a mildly puzzled expression he finally looked at her. Why was she here? Why did she have a knack for appearing when he least wanted to see her, or anyone else? “Haven’t you somewhere else to be? Some friends you should be meeting up with or a bloke to take you out?” He knew of at least one man he’d had the unfortunate luck of running into, half naked, in Dorcas’ cottage. The younger wizard was wearing only a towel around his waist at the time and made some crude suggestion of a threesome upon seeing Dorian. It was far too familiar to the innuendo Dorcas threw his way. He didn’t appreciate it when his girlfriend’s younger cousin made such comments and he certainly didn’t appreciate it from some nude stranger. Thankfully she had yet to suggest anything of that nature tonight, but she’d only been here for a few minutes, the night was still young and Dorcas was nearly always inappropriate away from the office.
The wine, the talk of dinner, the effort with which she searched for a suitable station on the radio, it all led to one conclusion. Dorcas had come to socialize with him and that was far too friendly for his mood this evening. No doubt their time together would end with a cautionary tale in which he warned her of the dangers of being close to him. His adoptive parents were both dead because of him. His birth mother was dead without Dorian ever having met her. His girlfriend was murdered in front of his eyes, as were his sister and her husband. Dorian Humbert was cursed and there was no good in her trying to be friendly with him, least of all tonight.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 27, 2017 0:52:46 GMT
Judge him? Why would she do that? She'd already done it when she'd first met him, when she first worked with him, when she first found out he was dating Paris, when she walked in the room .... yeah, okay, so she was definitely the judgey sort as well he knew, but it wasn't like it was a bad thing and it wasn't like she was condemning him with a glare or something crappy. She didn't care if he wanted to get drunk, hell, she'd flat out encourage it if he really wanted to know. It just sucked that he was all mopey and depressive. She was not that way inclined when she'd been drinking. She was what her friends referred to as a 'happy' drunk and heck, if it would help lift Dorian's mood she'd drink his house dry for him and see if she could pull him out of that well of self pity he seemed to have landed himself in. "Good to know." She said, lifting her glass to him without looking. Of course she wasn't going to leave, he wouldn't be that lucky. Who knew what he might do if left alone in this state leaving himself to only get worse and worse.
Dorcas was mid mouthful as Dorian asked why she was there. Was he actually secretly quite dim and his sharp wit and intelligence some kind of ploy, or was the alcohol sufficiently killing off brain cells at a speedy pace already? "Nah, I planned on staying in and working on some cases but I finished it all last night," She said, not really wanting to go into the whole explanation of why she was over here, that she figured she could do with a break. The plan was to stay at her parents for the weekend but Ariel was there and if she'd stayed it would only encourage talk of grandchildren from her parents and she was only ever going to be a disappointment in that regard. She was never going to have children. The one time she had gotten pregnant she had to get rid of it, deal with the whole situation herself because she had no idea how she could talk to her parents about something like that, especially knowing how much they wanted grandchildren some day. "Why, you wanna do something? We could hit a couple of clubs, I bet you've got some secrets moves hidden far, far away." She grinned, knowing a night club was far from Dorian's idea of a fun night anyway, let alone while he was in this sort of depressing state but she was going to bloody well try and get him to lighten the fuck up and have a good time, even if killed her.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Dec 27, 2017 3:19:12 GMT
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No stranger to a club, once upon a time Dorian would have leapt at the chance to take a pretty young witch out dancing for an evening, but never once did Dorian think of Dorcas like that and apart from uncover operations, he hadn’t been in a nightclub since Dorcas was still in the training program, back before he really ever knew her even as a work colleague. She, along with a good majority of the younger agents and officers, probably thought of Dorian as always being a bit uptight, even as a child. He once overheard a junior agent complaining to a mate in the break room that Dorian probably fell on a broomstick as a toddler and never got around to removing it from his bum. A younger Dorian might have been offended by such a comment, and an even younger one could have found it amusing, but there had been far too much life lived in the seven years since his parents’ kidnappings for Dorian to be bothered by such remarks. If anything, it propelled him into his own little world even further, a world he was slowly emerging from with Paris’ and Rivers’ assistance, but without them here it was all too easy o revert back to his isolated ways. His gorgeous baby niece Ariel only provided an additional excuse as to why he was refusing invitations to socialize, but Ariel wasn’t here tonight. Still, he did not fancy running amok with Dorcas all over London. He would much rather her have left him alone and she seemed too determined to take the hint now.
Wine poured into his glass as Dorian filled it nearly to the rim, a few splashes spilling out onto the counter which he didn’t notice as he stared at Dorcas. He wanted to ask her directly to leave but if his mum ever witnessed him being so rude to someone who was clearly trying to be a good friend, she would have given him a talking to and left Dorian feeling ashamed of himself. His mum was, of course, no where around but she was always with him and frequently thought about whether or not she would be proud of him and he behaved. As it often did, thinking of his mum triggers a subconscious action and as Dorian lifted his very fully wine glass to his lips, his free hand begun to spin the wedding ring on his right ring finger. It was his father’s wedding ring, his mother’s was hidden away in a safe. He had once thought he would be giving that ring to Paris one day but that wouldn’t be happening now. The full circle of thoughts only caused Dorian to take another drink, shake his head to Dorcas’ asinine suggestion of going out, and then take another drink. Certain she still wouldn’t take the hint, he said, “I’m sure you’ve better options for dance partners than me.”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 27, 2017 4:46:58 GMT
Dorcas took a sip of her wine. It was going down far easier and quicker than usual. She felt the unnecessary need to catch up to Dorian, although she had no clue how many glasses he'd had but he was probably fast approaching his third bottle, possibly more, she'd only seen one empty bottle and the one he was using for his drinks. She'd opened the one red she'd brought over so she was far behind but there was no telling for how long. She had the ability to drink like a fish if needed, even if she couldn't handle it as well as others. She wasn't a binge drinker usually. She wasn't one to go out every week either. There were times when she had holidays where she took the luxury of days off to recover from hangovers but usually work weeks were full of work and not a lot else. She kept her balance by having Tersha drag her arse out every now and t hen, visiting family every weekend, pestering Dorian from time to time, and of course there was Rodolphus.
"The only way I could know that is with a little demonstration." She pointed out, "I have no idea what your skill set is like." Chances were he wasn't anywhere near as good as Tersha who was crazy rich, grew up with all those sorts of crazy pureblood party, and loved to party anyway. She was well aware of her assets and how to use them. Rodolphus was another that grew up rich and with all those bloody parties, knowing how to dance was bred into those lot as kids. He was pretty fun to muck around with when she'd tease him about it. He'd turned the radio on which was set to some strange, clicky futuristic music and he'd dragged her around the apartment she'd been living in at the time in some kind of fake waltz. It was awful, she was not cut out for that kind of life style, she didn't have the coordination to even mock dance let alone actually dance at a real gala or whatever the heck it might be required for. Shaking her arse she was fine at, there wasn't a lot that had to go in to that and there wasn't much for any sort of clubbing really, just follow the rhythm and even then that was optional, so many drunk people just did whatever the hell and it was fine because everyone else was drunk anyway and unlikely to remember or even care.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Dec 28, 2017 4:47:17 GMT
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A demonstration? Not bloody likely. Even with the livelier music selection that Dorcas had put on, Dorian was not in a dancing mood, especially not the sort of dancing Dorcas was probably envisioning. The normally uptight Auror could hustle with the best of them, but he preferred something more formal and elegant like a waltz. He didn’t even know if people were still doing the hustle, though judging by the popular songs on the radio these days, disco was waning in popularity. Dorian took a large swallow of wine as he lightly rolled his eyes at his younger companion’s suggestion. “Nor are you likely to find out.”
Dorian had no plans on dancing with or in front of Dorcas in the near or distant future. The only time he could see it even being feasible was either at her wedding or if, for some reason, they were paired on a case together that required dancing. Dorcas seemed adamant about not being in a relationship with that bloke her mum often casually mentioned at Sunday night tea, and having met the man only once himself, Dorian couldn’t see there being any real future there for Dorcas, so a wedding wasn’t likely on the horizon. A tango-required mission for the MLE seemed even less plausible than Dorcas marrying that Rod fellow, so the chances of Dorcas measuring Dorian’s skill set was slim.
Having resigned himself to the fact that Dorcas was either not taking the hint or, more likely, purposely ignoring it, Dorian decided that the best course of action was to be direct with his younger colleague. “I appreciate that you view my company as more enthralling than a night at home alone, Dorcas, but I am really not in the mood to entertain tonight.” He was perfectly content to wallow in his self-pity and guilt for the evening, remembering the angles of Paris’ face and the way she threw her head back when she laughed, followed by the memory of the weight of her lifeless body as he held her in his arms one last time. He could have done something to stop it. He could have been better. He could have saved her. Turning his eyes back on his glass, Dorian took another large drink. At this rate he would be through the entire pantry before bed and there was something oddly appealing about the notion that he could drink his memories away, if only for the evening. Growing warm, Dorian pulled loose his tie and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 28, 2017 7:30:38 GMT
Dorcas chuckled lightly, she got just about the reaction from Dorian that she thought she would but she didn't mind in the slightest. There had to be something to his personality for Paris to have dated him and Dorcas wondered just how Paris got Dorian to come out of his shell. Perhaps it was just easier before she died, perhaps he'd shut himself off now more than ever, especially considering he'd lost his brother in law followed by his sister. He gained a niece but it wasn't as if that made up for anything. While Dorcas wasn't the biggest fan of babies she didn't think Ariel was all that bad as far as shitting-screaming monsters went. Dorian definitely had his hands full though and Dorcas figured he only tolerated her about because her mum looked after Ariel so much and from time to time Dorcas would also help out here and there with the four month old. Other than that Dorcas was certain she was too brazen for the older Auror, which almost seemed absurd considering he dated Paris but whatever.
This second glass of wine was going down fast but Dorcas didn't have a limit, if she had to, and it was likely, she'd just crash on Dorian's couch. It wouldn't be the first time and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. He definitely didn't want her company tonight but she wasn't going to let on that she knew that, what kind of a bitch would just stay when knowing they weren't actually welcome!? Okay, totally her because that was what she was doing but for good reason, or at least what she thought was good reason. Part of her wanted to talk about Paris to Dorian but there was a larger part telling her to hold back, that it would only make things worse. It would be easier to pretend like she'd never existed for the evening but clearly Dorian was beyond even just thinking of her and well in to missing her and practically grieving all over again. Dorcas hadn't interacted much with him after the funeral but she'd seen him drinking. Clearly when he was down he liked a tipple or two and tonight was no exception. "That's alright, I'm more than capable of keeping myself entertained wherever I am," She smiled, knowing it was a trait she shared with Paris. Rather than saying anything she took a drink of the wine, not intending on leaving unless Dorian flat out told her he wanted her gone, which was entirely possible. Dorcas figured that while Dorian may have been extremely polite while sober, his tipsy self might not be as polite and perhaps even blunt.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Dec 29, 2017 4:50:48 GMT
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There was no reason for her to be so insistent on keeping him company – without actually saying she was doing as much. It was a trait she had clearly shared with her cousin, Paris, and it was that precise unyielding determination to pull him out of his comfort zone that led to Dorian asking Paris out on a proper date. It was the beginning of their short-lived relationship, of their love. It hurt to see the similarities between the two women, knowing it was no longer possible to be with the one he loved. He couldn’t tell her as much, though. Knowing Dorcas had an irritating habit of making deeply sexual innuendo out of the most mundane tasks with the express purpose of getting under his skin, he wasn’t about to give her more ammunition. No, Dorian knew better than to add fuel to that fire. She had already once shown up drunk and trouserless on his doorstep before, and slept nude on his sofa – thank Merlin he’d given her a blanket to cover up with. One would have thought she might have settled down now that Dorian had his orphaned niece to look after but even still Dorcas would suck on her fingers in a most erotic manner right in front of her parents at Sunday night tea. He was growing immune to her pestering him but it was slow going and she seemed to find new ways to push his buttons as soon as he began feeling comfortable.
Topping off his glass before he returned to the lounge, Dorian finally admitted to himself that he was lonely. If he was comparing Dorcas to Paris, then he was assuredly lonely. There wasn’t enough alcohol in the whole of England to make him ever think of Dorcas in the same way he though of Paris. Not only was that beyond tactless and inappropriate, he simply did not fancy her in the slightest, but the wine paired with her false ignorance that he was trying to get her to leave did soften him ever so slightly to the idea of her sticking around for a drink. Just the one.
“You’re amazingly like your cousin, you know that?” Dorian stepped out around the kitchen counter and into the lounge, heading for the chair that sat facing Dorcas on the sofa. “She pretended not to notice that I was disinterested in socializing as well. You are not as tactful as she was,” he pointed out, setting his glass on the side table and carefully shrugging off his suit jacket before he sat. The black fabric of his jacket was in stark contrast to the light colors of his furnishings and made it even more apparent that Dorian was not quite all there as he casually folded the jacket length-wise and set it over the back of his chair, as opposed to taking it into the bedroom and putting it with the rest of the wash or hanging it in the wardrobe. Dorian sat finally, crossing one leg over the other and retrieving his drink from the small table beside him.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 29, 2017 6:28:40 GMT
It was hard trying not to think of a lost loved one, particularly when you were telling yourself not to think of them. It was hard looking at Dorian and knowing that there would always be that connection to Paris through him. Looking at Dorian was a reminder of the woman they'd both lost. Dorcas hadn't thought it would be so bad, Dorian had been a colleague before she knew him as Paris' boyfriend so she just figured she could go back to thinking of him as just someone she worked with but no, it hadn't worked out that way at all. Every time she looked at Dorian she didn't see Agent Humbert, she saw Dorian - Paris' boyfriend. If he had more friends and family then maybe she wouldn't have so much to do with him after Paris' death but as it was the guy was pretty much alone and her mum had all but adopted him as the son she'd never had. It wasn't exactly easy being reminded of Paris at work and in her free time but on the other hand there was no way she was ever going to be forgotten by either of them, and in a way that was some kind of comfort.
Dorcas ran out of wine without even realising it and just poured herself another, replacing the bottle stopper and figuring that was probably a far too useless action for the night. The way she was going through the wine she may as well just drink directly from the bottle. Still, she was way behind Dorian in drink counts so she figured that as long as he was using a glass, she should too. She couldn't really imagine Dorian drinking wine straight from the bottle but then again, as he moved to the chair opposite her, Dorcas realised his shirt was undone a little at the top and his tie was loose, she'd not seen him so relaxed and care free. She kind of liked this Dorian, even if he was bringing up Paris and the similarities she had with her cousin. Dorcas chuckled a little as Dorian sat his glass down on the little coffee table, "I've never found tact to be of much use." She smirked with amusement, knowing a stampeding heard of enraged erumpents were more tactful than her, as Dorian not only took off his jacket but left it folded on the back of his chair, something entirely un-Dorian. "I mostly blame mum, she's very much the same." As much as Dorcas had always been embarrassed by her mother she knew the two of them were more similar than she cared to admit. Emily would never forgive herself if she wasn't insistent on keeping someone against their will for another cup of tea and a biscuit. Of course the woman probably always had a reason or two but like Paris, she was more tactful in her approach with keeping other people company. Dorcas only ever used tact when she had to be undercover and even then it was hard to control her mouth and actions. Thankfully undercover work usually involved a partner, there was either someone whispering in her ear from afar or by her side as part of whatever act they needed to play. "You, however, are way too polite. Should have just told me to bugger off." She chuckled, raising her glass to her lips and taking a decent sized mouthful. It wouldn't have mattered if he had told her to bugger off as soon as she arrived, she still would have stayed after realising he'd had a decent amount to drink already, but she didn't mind in the slightest being spoken to like that, even if it went against what she assumed were his principles of being a gentleman or whatever.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Dec 31, 2017 9:06:31 GMT
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The irony of an Auror claiming tactfulness to be a pointless virtue was not lost on Dorian. She chuckled silently, a lazy smile on his face as he looked down into the red liquid that filled his glass. There was an art to detective work, to being an agent. It was not as clumsy a job as traditional law enforcement, though Dorian very much respected anyone who dedicated their lives to helping others and keeping the peace. There was a reason the Auror Academy was a three-year training endeavor followed by a year long probationary period, whereas the MLE officers barely had to study for six months before they were given a badge and a beat. “Interesting. I find it quite useful, particularly in our line of work.” Dorcas was a fine agent, she’d made no more mistakes than anyone else in the field but she also didn’t make any less. She was brash, mouthy, and needed reining in at times. If the woman could learn to control her impulses a little more she very well could be one of the finest agents the department had seen in some time, but as it was she liked to lip off – especially if the perp was being particularly sexist or demeaning, and she tended to act before thinking. Still, she was one of the better agents and if she could just be more appropriate with Dorian in particular then he would welcome the opportunity to work more directly with her.
Theirs was a strange dynamic and it had changed several times over the years. Dorcas had barely been out of the Auror Academy for a year before Dorian’s parents had passed. She had played witness to the more carefree version of Dorian, the one who clocked out when he was scheduled to, the one who joined his mates for drinks after work. He had even smirked at the young trainee as she attempted to flirt with the older Auror, though Dorian doesn’t actually remember that. So much had happened since that time. So many deaths. So much pain. Life moved quickly and slowly all the same and man who sat in front of Dorcas now, with his tie loosened, jacket removed, and the top button of his shirt undone, he was far from the man she had first met.
Dorian grinned as Dorcas confessed her similarities with her mum. He knew she hated to admit it, even though she loved the woman to pieces. It was easy to see as they warmly bickered over the dinner table; Dorcas insisting on one thing and Emily politely encouraging her in the opposite direction. They had a better relationship than most mothers and daughters, he supposed, though his experience in that regard was understandably limited.
“And waste my breath?” he retorted, knowing that if he had told her to bugger off, as she so rudely stated, that she wouldn’t have listened. She probably would have stayed even longer than she’d intended just to be difficult. Dorcas liked to be difficult. That could easily be added to the list of items she needed to improve upon if she ever wanted to head the department, should she some day feel so inclined. “You’ll leave when you’ve grown bored of me, and not a moment sooner. I’ve learned that enough after all these years.” He raised his glass to his lips, hesitating for a moment before finally opening his mouth and letting the drink slide down his throat.
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