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“Oh!” The sound of surprise leaves the woman standing in the small apartment’s kitchen as soon as she spots Dorian, but in fairness to her, he had been expecting someone else to be in the living space that was not currently there. If he had been made aware that they had company in their midst, the Tevinter man would have at least put on pants. As it was, the elven lady seemed happy to brush off the embarrassing situation rather quickly, making direct, firm eye-contact with him as she spoke. “Either you’re looking for my brother, or I’m in the wrong apartment.”
“Well, I suppose that depends on who your brother is.” Entirely unashamed by the fact that he was stark naked in another man’s apartment, Dorian continues their conversation to find out exactly who the woman in his lover’s home is. Moth had mentioned having a sister several times over the last month or so they had been seeing one another, but how was the mage ever supposed to remember finer details when they were also having mind-blowing sex every time they saw one another? “Moth mentioned that he had a twin sister…?”
To Dorian, they don’t really seem to be twins – or at least, not at first glance. For starters, they were two different heights. Moth stood several inches taller than the human did, while the woman in front of him was probably closer to Dorian’s own height. She had long white hair pulled back into a stylish but functional braid while Moth had long, messy brown hair with a shaved right side that he was constantly struggling to keep out of his way. Her outfit was in fashion and pristine from her sweater to her shoes, while Moth always looked rather like someone had thrown a stoner into a pile of band tees.
The longer Dorian looks at the woman standing in front of him, however, the more similarities to Moth he sees in the details of her face. They share the same high cheekbones and jawline; the same eyebrows, eye shape, and even the color of their irises – a mix of vibrant blues and greens that showed off the magic of their elven heritage. At one time, their noses may have even been the same shape, but Moth’s had been broken several times over, making it curve slightly to the left.
“I’m El.” She introduces herself, even offering her hand out in a polite greeting, and Dorian immediately reaches out to take it. They shake for a brief moment, then El is stepping away and turning back toward the counter where she had abandoned some grocery bags. “You must be Dorian, then?” She asks, looking anywhere but at him now that they had established she was indeed in the right apartment.
“Yes – I’m going to go put on some clothing...” Dorian backed up slightly toward the hallway, intending to head back to Moth’s bedroom and locate his trousers for her benefit. “I will be right back and then you can tell me everything he has told you about me.”