prohibitions | Call Me Out + Overflow

[He lets the other lead him over to the couch and settles against the other. He's all out of fight anyways, so he's more like a ragdoll than a person at the moment. He feels like an absolute fool. Unnecessarily dramatic.]

There isn't really much to talk about. [His childhood, when he thinks about it, was bare. Left to his own devices and he was a good and quiet child up until he stopped being left alone. He sighs a little.] I'm a terribly boring person in all honesty. [Sure, he goes to plenty of parties and has casual sex like it's going out of style, but he does spend most of his time working or at home. And the only person who's been in his place other than himself is sitting right with him at the moment.

Cain doesn't reply at first. He wishes he had a cigarette on him so he'll fidget. Fingers absentmindedly scratching at skin or digging his nails into the back of his hand to keep them preoccupied.] I'm afraid of you. [It's an honest statement.] Not just you. People. I don't even humour the thought of others being interested in me in any capacity, you know. Who could love a man who doesn't know the first thing about it.

I'm rather hopeless.

[Dorian sits with him, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him in close. HE watches how he fidgets and listens to his words. After a moment he'll take the hand scratching into his own skin and place one of his rings in it. He can either flip it around in his fingers or put it on and spin it with his thumb.]

Another man that doesn't know anything about love? [A small smile.]

I've... never been in any kind of relationship. I never allowed myself to feel love, to fall in love. It just...wasn't something I could have for most of my life until I left home. By then it was too late I just never thought about the idea that someone else could possibly fall for me.

[Cain doesn't even seem to fully realize his fussing. He easily takes the ring given to him and it seems to do fine enough in replacement. He runs his fingers over the surfaces and fiddles with it as they talk.]

There is a bountiful amount of comments I could make about you and how you could easily get plenty of others to swoon for you. [He scoffs a little, like he doesn't quite believe that the other couldn't find someone better.] It isn't as though I haven't heard plenty of what your could-be suitors think of you.

[He's not jealous. No. Of course not. Cain hasn't done petty things like spill his drinks and what not on those people.]

Sutors? Where? [He laughs, shaking his head.]

Casual lovers perhaps. Friends with benefits I believe they call it. Nothing has ever gotten beyond sex with me and anyone else. Except for you. I never considered that someone could want anything other than sex. [There were other men, of course, one or two cross his thoughts when he thinks of home. But though he was interested in more from them, they didn't want a relationship. Or he convinced himself it simply couldn't and wouldn't be. He couldn't have it. They wouldn't want him.]

Though, now I'm curious what you hear them saying about me.

They would be if you realized. You got yourself plenty of admirers. [Cain does too, but of course he knows that.]

Could be more if you had let it. I've been in your head plenty enough, not that I'm trying. [Just psychic problems.] Maybe I lucked out. You could easily be off with someone else happily, but now you're stuck with me. Counting my lucky stars, I suppose.

[Cain makes a face at him.] That's for me to know and for you to realize how absolutely tone deaf it is to want to know. [Dorian, please.]

Admiring what? My backside? How handsome I am? Certainly only superficial and sexual in interest. [Because that's all it ever was.]

...It's a bit more complicated than that, I'm afraid. And none of them ever made any attempt at convincing me to try. If anyone had wanted more from me than sex, they didn't say as much. So yes, their loss.

[He frowns softly.] I'm sorry, I like having my ego stroked. Besides I doubt the things you heard were all good. I'm far from perfect, there are plenty of reasons people don't think highly of me.

Either you're playing dumb with me or you don't truly realize how charming you come off at times. You've got plenty of people smitten by your antics. The way you hold yourself does garner people, believe it or not.

I certainly had to like some part of you to continue any form of interest. [He raises an eyebrow.]

I think I flatter you enough to continuously stroke your ego and much more, you bloody git. [His grumbling is just really grumbling.] So maybe make a smidge of an effort not wanting to know what other people think of you from the person who just served their heart on the platter for you. [Especially someone who does get jealous easily and very much has very little confidence in pursuing the other.]

No one can be loved by everyone. Hearing what people think of you can make one quite jaded if anything.

No, I know exactly what I'm doing, I can get people to like me, but to love me?? I doubt that. Even if they are smitten, it's a crush at best, that flighty feeling you get after good sex. Nothing more. They'll realize it's nothing and move on.

[A soft snort.] Well I hope so. There's a lot of me to adore.

And adoring me is an everyday task, I must be thoroughly stroked and reminded how pretty I am. [Okay so, it's probably not that bad... probably.]

Oh, trust me Darling, a lot of people where I'm from aren't quiet about what they think about me. They make it a point to come right up to me and tell me exactly what they feel. Or if they're cowards, they talk behind my back where they think I can't hear them.

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