[ it has little to do with him being a dhampir — laurent does not wish to touch anyone on any given day. but laurent also lives an uncomfortable life of discipline and duty, swallowing his discomforts when they can't be avoided. without comment, he steps forward and briefly assesses the logistics of this particular request, pulling his hat away and tucking it into the folds of his jacket. his highly identifiable blond hair is pulled back into a loose braid, settled over his shoulder like a sweetly resting serpent.
his expression remains impassive except for the briefest flicker in his gaze, something wide-eyed and caught, an animal quivering in a cage. there and gone, barely perceptible. then there's only cool steel as he tucks himself against D, his slender stature lined with hard muscle, coiled with tension. he has not been pressed this close to a man — to anyone — since his youth. ]
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his expression remains impassive except for the briefest flicker in his gaze, something wide-eyed and caught, an animal quivering in a cage. there and gone, barely perceptible. then there's only cool steel as he tucks himself against D, his slender stature lined with hard muscle, coiled with tension. he has not been pressed this close to a man — to anyone — since his youth. ]
Well? Get on with it.