It still felt strange to hear himself referred to nearly as another person. There was sense in it, he knew. The Damen Laurent had known, the Damen he'd bedded had seen more than he had himself, had lived through more.
Though, Damen liked to believe, chose to believe, that the Damen Laurent had befriended, the one he'd slowly come to trust, was the same.
He eyed the cushion Laurent motioned toward briefly before taking a seat upon it, reaching once more for his wine glass. The air about them felt decidedly different now, lighter in a way Damen could not explained and he settled back, his eyes on Laurent. 'Gifts, largely,' he said. 'Tokens of affection in the form of jewelry or clothing or... books I think you might enjoy. Portraits. Letters. Invitations out riding or to join me for dinner or to a feast. I imagine there might be some alterations if I were to court a Veretian, though I've honestly never thought of it before.'
He paused then, still smiling faintly as he ran a finger along his wine glass. 'Would that please you then? To be courted?'
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Date: 2016-09-07 05:06 am (UTC)Though, Damen liked to believe, chose to believe, that the Damen Laurent had befriended, the one he'd slowly come to trust, was the same.
He eyed the cushion Laurent motioned toward briefly before taking a seat upon it, reaching once more for his wine glass. The air about them felt decidedly different now, lighter in a way Damen could not explained and he settled back, his eyes on Laurent. 'Gifts, largely,' he said. 'Tokens of affection in the form of jewelry or clothing or... books I think you might enjoy. Portraits. Letters. Invitations out riding or to join me for dinner or to a feast. I imagine there might be some alterations if I were to court a Veretian, though I've honestly never thought of it before.'
He paused then, still smiling faintly as he ran a finger along his wine glass. 'Would that please you then? To be courted?'