Dorian Havilliard thought he had known love before. He named love the short glances filled with admiration and jealousy, jealous of how she seemed to be free in a way he would never be, he gave Celaena when she wasn't looking—or he was the one not aware of the fact she saw each one with the corner of her eyes,—then he named love what made his heart break not much later. Dorian named love the stolen and empty moments he shared with the human healer named Sorscha. He thought he knew what love felt like when she gave everything she'd ever have for him—her dreams, her thoughts and her life in the end.
Dorian Havilliard didn't know what love felt like. Not until he met the century aged man with golden hair, brighter than the sun itself, brown skin and a smirk stealing the corner of his lips, perhaps he also stole something else in that moment. He remembered thinking how gorgeous he was, more than any other man he had seen before. So he stole back. He was a thief under the moonlight when he stole the first glimpse of the normal height male, it was a quick motion of his blue eyes, but it was enough to settle an habit, because the way his magic burned down the ice he kept around himself made it impossible for him to even sleep. He was a pickpocket under the falling leaves and branches when he stole his firsts words. And Dorian Havilliard was forever a robber when they shared a kiss behind closed doors but opened windows, behind what would be swollen lips, raced hearts and two flushed cheeks.
Dorian Havilliard knew he could finally name something love.
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FanfictionApenas algumas coisas que escrevo quando estou inspirada. Todas as estórias aqui foram baseadas no universo e nos personagens da autora Sarah J. Maas, portanto, apenas as ideias são minhas.
