[ Okay, so it does actually matter, but Dorian calms his temper and schools his voice into something much more mild. By the time he's reached Huaisang's home in the Up, Dorian is relatively calm, but unlike most of his visits, he is dressed in his robes from home and his staff is fixed to his back.
Considering the man's distaste for the Down, Dorian is confident that Huaisang is already home by the time he arrives.
His temper is rare, but it's present, if only in his eyes. When he sees the Dominant, he marches right up to him and embraces him tightly. ]
Huaisang's worried from the text, and all the more worry when he sees anger in Dorian's eyes. He thinks for a moment that it's directed at him, but then Dorian doesn't yell, he only hugs him tightly.
Hugging his lover in return, Huaisang nuzzles gently, glad to hold him for as long as Dorian needs. "Amatus? Are you all right? Are you hurt?" He kisses softly at the side of Dorian's throat, keeping his arms tight for as long as Dorian's arms are tight.
Eventually Dorian releases Huaisang and holds him at arms length, looking him in the eyes and sighing before speaking.
"I won't lie. I'm quite upset, but I'm uninjured." What he doesn't say is why or for what reason he is upset. That will come in time, surely. "I'd like to ask you some questions."
Genuinely bewildered and no less worried, Huaisang looks back at him, studying Dorian's face to try and understand what's going on. "All right."
He scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip, aware that he's avoided talking about his past as much as possible, preferring to keep his interactions with Dorian light and sweet. They've had a few deeper conversations, but there's still plenty that Huaisang has neglected to confess. The need to ask questions worries and confuses him, but Huaisang's willing to trust Dorian with whatever information he needs. "Come inside. Do you want wine?"
They're going to be serious questions, but he's not trying to stress Huaisang out here. So long as he's honest then there should be no reason to worry. He likes to think that the man before him trusts him enough to at least speak truthfully to him.
Taking him inside to the parlor, Huaisang pours them both wine and then settles on the couch beside him, sitting close and studying his face. He's confused and worried, and this is happening so close on the heels of the unpleasantness with Charlotte that he's terrified the two things might be related. "What's going on? You've got me worried now. What are your questions?"
"At the Grand Opening of The Birds of Paradise, prior to you calling Dirk and myself to your aid- did Charlotte lay a hand on you or hurt you at all?" Not that he likes the idea of someone hurting Huaisang, but if he was struck at all, Dorian would feel so much better about her jail time.
Huaisang's brow furrows at this, drawing back a little in confused hurt. "What? No."
He shakes his head, bewildered at how Dorian specifies that. "Does her offense only count if I have wounds to show for it? She assaulted Lucy with a glass of wine, myself with spit--thrice--and insulted us both in the cruelest and coarsest terms she could think to hurl. I was scared and hurting, but no, she didn't cause physical damage. Should I wait to call you next time until after someone draws my blood?"
Dorian sighs and his shoulders relax slightly. "No, I'd rather no one try to hurt you, physically or verbally." But damn, now he has no excuse to go after Charlotte. "It's just that Bull had some concerns and informed me of something I'd like you to explain to me."
"Bull had some concerns," Huaisang repeats, brow furrowing deeper. He pulls back, no longer pressed against Dorian's side. "I'm aware of Charlotte's virulent post on the network, filled with many of the same cruel and twisted things she slung at me personally, but I don't see how it concerns The Iron Bull at all. Informed you of what?"
“He claims that you have hurt people, abused your position. That you dressed someone up and humiliated them, though he would not tell me who.” Dorian dislikes this topic and it shows on his face, brows pinched together.
“Perhaps it’s the thought that you might be using me and that my involvement might not have been necessary. To be quite honest, I was more upset by him making such suggestions that I left and haven’t questioned him further.” He conflicted. These are two men he loves deeply and to hear Bull talk ill of Huaisang like that just doesn’t sit well with him.
Huaisang blinks in confusion at these further accusations, utterly bewildered about what Dorian's talking about. "I've what?"
It's so unexpected that his defensive hurt fades, replaced by confused indignation. "Using you? Because I called you in on a situation where I was feeling attacked."
Starting to process this, Huaisang sets down his wine glass on the table and scoots up to sit cross-legged, trying to unpack what's going on. "But I wasn't hurt, so it's merely my word against hers--except Lucy can confirm my story, of course. That's not like the Iron Bull at all, making that kind of assumption. Hurt people and abused my position how? And dressed someone up and humiliated them? That's not... I wou.."
Huaisang stops. Blinks. "Oh. Meng Yao." He's absolutely dressed up and humiliated Meng Yao before. "Oh, Meng Yao." And he introduced Bull to Meng Yao. And while these don't sound like the kind of assumptions Bull would make after hearing some rumors on the network, they absolutely sound like Meng Yao's spin. "One moment."
He pulls out his device and sends a quick text to Meng Yao. Come here at once.
Then he turns a slightly more tense smile to Dorian. "I think I'd like him to explain to us both just what sort of impressions he's been giving The Iron Bull about me."
Dorian doesn't speak while Huaisang processes what he's just said, instead he takes a drink from his glass of wine. There's more to say, about him being involved in Huaisang's messes. None of it is at all flattering or savory and he doesn't want to repeat it. A mental note is made to discuss the situation with Lucy. Privately, away from Huaisang and Charlotte. He has to agree that it's not like Bull at all to make those sort of assumptions- not baselessly. Sure he was a spy and lying isn't hard for him, but Dorian dislikes the idea of having either or both men lying to him.
It's sweet that Bull cares and is looking out for him, but Dorian doesn't believe any of it.
Until Meng Yao's name is mentioned. Dorian openly coughs after having swallowed his mouthful of wine. "Wait- so it's true?"
"In a manner of speaking." Huaisang tosses his device aside, satisfied that Meng Yao is on his way. Hurriedly.
"Yes, I dress Meng Yao up and humiliate him. He deserves it, he knows he deserves it, but more importantly, he gets off on it." Huaisang is furious now, but he's also... not particularly surprised. "My relationship with him is unique to the two of us, and it's not something we expect others to understand. There's a lot of pain between us and a lot of affection. But him misrepresenting our relationship to others is not something I intend to tolerate."
Lifting his chin with indignant pride, Huaisang huffs. "As for hurting others--I've told you about my bad break-up. They hurt me and broke my heart, and I know that I hurt them in return. As for abusing my power and Charlotte in particular, it's nonsense. Charlotte interviewed with me for Peggy's position as the manager of Plumage before I found Peggy and before the shop opened. During the interview, she cast an expensive gown on the floor in front of me, so I told her I wouldn't be hiring her and she called me some unpleasant things. That really set the pattern for our encounters."
He picks up his wine again and sips at it as he continues to explain. "Her sister Lucy wanted to open a brothel, and I expressed interest in it. I wanted only to be an investor, but Lucy liked my lack of sexual interest in her and my tendency to give my submissives a lot of freedom, and persuaded me to take her on as a submissive. I needed a lot of persuading and required her to prove her business acumen first. She put together an impressive business plan and convinced me that she would need a minimum of supervision, so I gave her the contract. You can confirm all this with her, of course.
"She wanted Charlotte as the star of the brothel, and I hesitated given my unpleasant impression of Charlotte, but I trust Lucy's business sense. At the grand opening, you may or may not have noticed that the two of them started bickering, and Charlotte dumped a glass of wine on Lucy. I was unpleasantly startled to see Lucy bickering back and not acting like Charlotte's manager, and continuing to create an awful scene in the middle of an event designed to entice clients, so I drew Lucy into the back. Charlotte abandoned the customer she was with in order to follow us, and said some awful things to Lucy in front of me.
"I confess I did have a bit of a temper at that point. I coldly advised them both to shape up and do their jobs pleasantly if they still wanted to have jobs. Lucy knelt immediately when I asked it, and I forgave her immediately. We've spoken, and I still need some convincing that there will be no further incidents under her management, but I trust her and I think it's merely... you know how siblings get. Siblings quarrels can somehow reduce one to behaving like a child. I know I always get bratty around my own brother."
Pulling a face at that, Huaisang shrugs. "Charlotte would not be pacified. Her temper rose further and further when Lucy yielded to me, and she started ranting about me treating Lucy like a dog and property." He rolls his eyes. "Please speak to Lucy to assure your mind. I've never touched her, I've given her lavish clothing and a business of her own, and most of our conversations are about paint colors and profit margins."
He takes a deep breath and gets back on topic. "I most wanted Lucy to try and tame Charlotte, if she could. Lucy was meant to be her boss and manager at the brothel. If she couldn't get Charlotte to do her job, then perhaps she could go with Charlotte and quietly pack her things. If Charlotte was unwilling to do either of those things, then I'd have her dragged out the back."
Arching a brow and pursing his lips primly. "So she spat on me. The shock and affront of it--I confess I wasn't thinking straight, but in my panic I summoned you and Dirk. I didn't know whether her next attack would be to rake her nails across my face--or Lucy's, though I was hiding behind Lucy at the time." He grimaces sulkily. "I've never denied being a coward."
As he listens, he goes about sipping on his wine and only speaks up once he's sure he won't be interrupting.
"I figured that maybe your dressing up and humiliation of Meng Yao might have been some sort of punishment. But if it's something sexual and stimulating for him... I suppose this is all just one big misunderstanding." Though he is more curious about the two men's relationship now more than ever. For the moment, he'll stay silent on the topic and continue on to something else.
"I'm afraid I don't know how siblings get, but yes- I did notice Charlotte decorating Lucy's dress with wine. Petty and those insults?" Dorian scoffs and shakes his head. How childish could the woman be? "Have you reached out to her Dominant at all? I mean, as much as I despise the designations this place gives us, surely she should have some consideration to her contract partner? Is she not aware how that reflects? What damage she's not only doing to you, your business, but her own Dominant?" Of course he still intends to speak with Lucy, but it's less for assurance now and more to see how she feels about the whole affair. It's very possible to love, but also dislike someone.
Dorian smiles for the first time since arriving and sets his now-empty glass down. "I don't mind that you summoned me and I wanted to help. Though I'll admit I acted hastily without any information." He wants to be justified in having frozen Charlotte, but now he feels the slightest pang of guilt. It likely would have only harmed pride and feelings if he hadn't shut her up.
"The next time you call on me, I may be more careful in my actions or refuse to act if I see no immediate threat."
He feels like his heart is going to pound out of his throat.He has no idea what it is driving the anxiety and fear-- was Huaisang injured in some fashion (emotionally or otherwise), or was he angry at Meng Yao specifically? The text hardly provides context for mood and the anxiety is eating him alive.
He's been so careful here, he can't begin to figure what snag might've happened where to start pulling threads loose or something. He takes a breath and sends a message informing Huaisang that's he's arrived before he enters and immediately tracks him down.
"A-Sang, are you alright--" He cuts himself off, drawing himself up short as he spies Dorian as well. The gears shift and turn and he lifts his chin somewhat, eyes hard and cold. There's that glint of something snake-like and dangerous again as he carefully looks from one ot the other, trying to decide if Dorian is the threat here and if he's supposed to be saving Huaisang from him or something.
"Master Dorian," he greets, polite, and lifts his arms to bow. "Forgive my intrusion." Did he know Huaisang had sent the message? What in the world was happening here?
"I sent her Dominant a message recounting the events of the evening from my perspective and letting her know she could collect Charlotte at the Down Court and Jail."
Huaisang's expression is complicated but guarded at the statement that Dorian might hesitate next time. "I did ask for her to be gagged. Given her behavior, I was worried that she would start hollering loud enough to disrupt all of the patrons in the main room, and that would ruin the entire night instead of just denting it a bit. The reputation of my business on its opening night was on the line. I'm only grateful that her network post was as relatively subdued as it was."
Replaying Dorian's words in his mind, he shakes his head, only growing more tense. "If I call on someone to defend me, I want them to trust my word regarding how the situation would be handled."
Meng Yao enters while Huaisang's still bristling a bit, and Huaisang has to mentally re-set back a bit to remember their earlier conversation. "Thank you for coming, A-Yao. Dorian repeated some concerns that the Iron Bull had expressed, and I found them very distressing. Dorian, will you tell Meng Yao what you remember the Iron Bull saying?"
"Do you not have security employed at brothel, though? Not that I'm complaining that you called on me- I did say I wanted to help." As far as he's concerned, he was nicer to Charlotte than Huaisang had instructed he be. Dorian stands at the shake of the other man's head.
"I love you. I care about you and I trust you, but I can make my own judgement and am no one's to command. Not even-" Dorian's words are cut short and abandon him at the sight of Meng Yao. It feels as though something is caught in his throat a moment and he looks from that dangerous glint to the Dominant in the room.
"As I recall, Bull said that there was someone who had endured months of humiliation; being dressed up and put into uncomfortable situations. He even claimed to have witnessed it." Even knowing that Meng Yao gets off on the humiliation doesn't make him feel good about stating it like this. Something like that should be kept private or if it's witnessed, discussed so shit like this doesn't happen. The mage shakes his head, concerned at what Huaisang might do or how Meng Yao might react. He didn't know it was him that Bull was referring to and now he may be getting the man in trouble. "He didn't tell me who. Meng Yao, was that you?"
Meng Yao looks genuinely surprised and then confused, the dangerous look gone as he turns his attention from Huaisang to Dorian. What in the world did Bull have to do with any of this? His mind races on the things he's told Bull and what the problems could be-- he assumes at first that Dorian might have heard of the various things Meng Yao had gotten up to back home and been concerned or something. Maybe he'd gone to Huaisang then to try and protect him...From Meng Yao?
He's not sure, but what he does know is that whatever scenario he's thought up, this was not one of them. Again he allows himself to look as surprised as he feels and then embarrassed, brow furrowing as his fingers curl into his robes.
"It... is likely it was me." He admits slowly, frowning at them both. "Huaisang is in charge of my wardrobe when I'm to accompany him to events or to... other people." He speaks as delicately as possible, clearing his throat, clearly choosing his words carefully. "It's uncomfortable and humiliating, yes. Bull has seen me dress up for Huaisang, and has seen how I dress when I can dress myself outside of those situations." He gestures vaguely to his more conservative state.
"The Iron Bull is... distressingly observant," he continues, voice dry a moment before he continues. "I'm sure he's picked up on these sorts of things and drawn his conclusions about them. But forgive me, I fail to understand why this is being brought up now."
Huaisang frowns as he watches Meng Yao. He knows Meng Yao. They know each other better than anyone else ever could, and the two of them are sharply attuned to each other's moods and expressions.
Though Huaisang considers the possibility that Meng Yao has improved to the point that Huaisang can no longer read him, it seems like Meng Yao is just as confused by this.
"There was also something about me hurting people and abusing my position," Huaisang prompts, though he's not clear about which of them he wants to expand upon it. Either, if they have details.
He snaps out his fan, opening it with a whirl and fanning himself with sharp irritability. "It seems he saw Charlotte's network post and drew some additional conclusions regarding it. I want my name cleared, Meng Yao. Clarify the Iron Bull's misconceptions. I won't include you in scenes with friends of mine any longer if you're leaving them with such impressions."
"I was upset to hear him make such claims about Huaisang, so came here to speak with him directly." Such a messy misunderstanding. Dorian crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head. He has complete confidence that Huaisang will not hurt of humiliate him, but is it with Meng Yao? A contract? Just play?
Meng Yao's eyes twitch and flicker away at the snap of the fan. Once he would've found it exasperating and amusing, but now it just makes him wary and anxious. It doesn't matter how far along he and Huaisang have come here; Meng Yao was the kind of person who was always hyperawre of the power imbalances in life, and especially between himself and his peers.
Slowly he looks at Huaisang though, frowning slightly. He doesn't feel guilty about his own doubts about Huaisang, since clearly Huaisang still had plenty about him.
"A-Sang," he begins, in a tone that suggests he's disappointed in him, not sure if Huaisang truly believes Meng Yao has knowingly twisted Bull's perception of him, or if he's just latching onto the most convenient scapegoat. "I have only ever discussed my own crimes with The Iron Bull. He asked about the strangeness of our relationship and I told him the things I had done. I have never told him of any punishments you've given me, how I felt about them, or if I thought they were deserved or not. Any conclusions he made beyond knowing I find the clothing embarrassing were on his own, seperate from myself."
I want my name cleared, Meng Yao, Huaisang had said, and though he carefully keeps his expression schooled, on the inside he can't help but smile. Does the thought of building a successful life from the ground up, clawing as high as you can go, only to have it torn down because of one man's all-too-astute observations make you uncomfortable, A-Sang? He thinks to himself, viciously amused.
Huaisang frowns slightly, finding Meng Yao's response to be unexpected. "I'm surprised you discussed your past with him. I've kept my promise on that topic."
He hesitates for a moment, tentatively edging around what he wants to say next. "I'm proud of you for facing such topics."
Huaisang's fan snaps. He's still irritable about this entire situation. "Charlotte's unpleasantness has already been awful enough. She's doing plenty to smear my name, I don't need it compounded with misconceptions. Explain to the Iron Bull urgently. Right now, explain to Dorian. You don't have to be complimentary about me, just be honest."
"Well, now I feel left out." Dorian teases despite this not at all being the time for it. Huaisang is keeping a secret and hasn't told him? Is it because he never asked or just plain out of respect for Meng Yao? Either way, the mage doesn't look insulted for not being included. It's not his business and a smile threatens to tug at the corner of his lips.
He's just glad to be hearing this from Meng Yao, even if it is being a bit... pressured.
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Considering the man's distaste for the Down, Dorian is confident that Huaisang is already home by the time he arrives.
His temper is rare, but it's present, if only in his eyes. When he sees the Dominant, he marches right up to him and embraces him tightly. ]
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Hugging his lover in return, Huaisang nuzzles gently, glad to hold him for as long as Dorian needs. "Amatus? Are you all right? Are you hurt?" He kisses softly at the side of Dorian's throat, keeping his arms tight for as long as Dorian's arms are tight.
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"I won't lie. I'm quite upset, but I'm uninjured." What he doesn't say is why or for what reason he is upset. That will come in time, surely. "I'd like to ask you some questions."
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He scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip, aware that he's avoided talking about his past as much as possible, preferring to keep his interactions with Dorian light and sweet. They've had a few deeper conversations, but there's still plenty that Huaisang has neglected to confess. The need to ask questions worries and confuses him, but Huaisang's willing to trust Dorian with whatever information he needs. "Come inside. Do you want wine?"
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"Yes, that would be lovely."
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He shakes his head, bewildered at how Dorian specifies that. "Does her offense only count if I have wounds to show for it? She assaulted Lucy with a glass of wine, myself with spit--thrice--and insulted us both in the cruelest and coarsest terms she could think to hurl. I was scared and hurting, but no, she didn't cause physical damage. Should I wait to call you next time until after someone draws my blood?"
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“Perhaps it’s the thought that you might be using me and that my involvement might not have been necessary. To be quite honest, I was more upset by him making such suggestions that I left and haven’t questioned him further.” He conflicted. These are two men he loves deeply and to hear Bull talk ill of Huaisang like that just doesn’t sit well with him.
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It's so unexpected that his defensive hurt fades, replaced by confused indignation. "Using you? Because I called you in on a situation where I was feeling attacked."
Starting to process this, Huaisang sets down his wine glass on the table and scoots up to sit cross-legged, trying to unpack what's going on. "But I wasn't hurt, so it's merely my word against hers--except Lucy can confirm my story, of course. That's not like the Iron Bull at all, making that kind of assumption. Hurt people and abused my position how? And dressed someone up and humiliated them? That's not... I wou.."
Huaisang stops. Blinks. "Oh. Meng Yao." He's absolutely dressed up and humiliated Meng Yao before. "Oh, Meng Yao." And he introduced Bull to Meng Yao. And while these don't sound like the kind of assumptions Bull would make after hearing some rumors on the network, they absolutely sound like Meng Yao's spin. "One moment."
He pulls out his device and sends a quick text to Meng Yao. Come here at once.
Then he turns a slightly more tense smile to Dorian. "I think I'd like him to explain to us both just what sort of impressions he's been giving The Iron Bull about me."
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It's sweet that Bull cares and is looking out for him, but Dorian doesn't believe any of it.
Until Meng Yao's name is mentioned. Dorian openly coughs after having swallowed his mouthful of wine. "Wait- so it's true?"
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"Yes, I dress Meng Yao up and humiliate him. He deserves it, he knows he deserves it, but more importantly, he gets off on it." Huaisang is furious now, but he's also... not particularly surprised. "My relationship with him is unique to the two of us, and it's not something we expect others to understand. There's a lot of pain between us and a lot of affection. But him misrepresenting our relationship to others is not something I intend to tolerate."
Lifting his chin with indignant pride, Huaisang huffs. "As for hurting others--I've told you about my bad break-up. They hurt me and broke my heart, and I know that I hurt them in return. As for abusing my power and Charlotte in particular, it's nonsense. Charlotte interviewed with me for Peggy's position as the manager of Plumage before I found Peggy and before the shop opened. During the interview, she cast an expensive gown on the floor in front of me, so I told her I wouldn't be hiring her and she called me some unpleasant things. That really set the pattern for our encounters."
He picks up his wine again and sips at it as he continues to explain. "Her sister Lucy wanted to open a brothel, and I expressed interest in it. I wanted only to be an investor, but Lucy liked my lack of sexual interest in her and my tendency to give my submissives a lot of freedom, and persuaded me to take her on as a submissive. I needed a lot of persuading and required her to prove her business acumen first. She put together an impressive business plan and convinced me that she would need a minimum of supervision, so I gave her the contract. You can confirm all this with her, of course.
"She wanted Charlotte as the star of the brothel, and I hesitated given my unpleasant impression of Charlotte, but I trust Lucy's business sense. At the grand opening, you may or may not have noticed that the two of them started bickering, and Charlotte dumped a glass of wine on Lucy. I was unpleasantly startled to see Lucy bickering back and not acting like Charlotte's manager, and continuing to create an awful scene in the middle of an event designed to entice clients, so I drew Lucy into the back. Charlotte abandoned the customer she was with in order to follow us, and said some awful things to Lucy in front of me.
"I confess I did have a bit of a temper at that point. I coldly advised them both to shape up and do their jobs pleasantly if they still wanted to have jobs. Lucy knelt immediately when I asked it, and I forgave her immediately. We've spoken, and I still need some convincing that there will be no further incidents under her management, but I trust her and I think it's merely... you know how siblings get. Siblings quarrels can somehow reduce one to behaving like a child. I know I always get bratty around my own brother."
Pulling a face at that, Huaisang shrugs. "Charlotte would not be pacified. Her temper rose further and further when Lucy yielded to me, and she started ranting about me treating Lucy like a dog and property." He rolls his eyes. "Please speak to Lucy to assure your mind. I've never touched her, I've given her lavish clothing and a business of her own, and most of our conversations are about paint colors and profit margins."
He takes a deep breath and gets back on topic. "I most wanted Lucy to try and tame Charlotte, if she could. Lucy was meant to be her boss and manager at the brothel. If she couldn't get Charlotte to do her job, then perhaps she could go with Charlotte and quietly pack her things. If Charlotte was unwilling to do either of those things, then I'd have her dragged out the back."
Arching a brow and pursing his lips primly. "So she spat on me. The shock and affront of it--I confess I wasn't thinking straight, but in my panic I summoned you and Dirk. I didn't know whether her next attack would be to rake her nails across my face--or Lucy's, though I was hiding behind Lucy at the time." He grimaces sulkily. "I've never denied being a coward."
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"I figured that maybe your dressing up and humiliation of Meng Yao might have been some sort of punishment. But if it's something sexual and stimulating for him... I suppose this is all just one big misunderstanding." Though he is more curious about the two men's relationship now more than ever. For the moment, he'll stay silent on the topic and continue on to something else.
"I'm afraid I don't know how siblings get, but yes- I did notice Charlotte decorating Lucy's dress with wine. Petty and those insults?" Dorian scoffs and shakes his head. How childish could the woman be? "Have you reached out to her Dominant at all? I mean, as much as I despise the designations this place gives us, surely she should have some consideration to her contract partner? Is she not aware how that reflects? What damage she's not only doing to you, your business, but her own Dominant?" Of course he still intends to speak with Lucy, but it's less for assurance now and more to see how she feels about the whole affair. It's very possible to love, but also dislike someone.
Dorian smiles for the first time since arriving and sets his now-empty glass down. "I don't mind that you summoned me and I wanted to help. Though I'll admit I acted hastily without any information." He wants to be justified in having frozen Charlotte, but now he feels the slightest pang of guilt. It likely would have only harmed pride and feelings if he hadn't shut her up.
"The next time you call on me, I may be more careful in my actions or refuse to act if I see no immediate threat."
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He's been so careful here, he can't begin to figure what snag might've happened where to start pulling threads loose or something. He takes a breath and sends a message informing Huaisang that's he's arrived before he enters and immediately tracks him down.
"A-Sang, are you alright--" He cuts himself off, drawing himself up short as he spies Dorian as well. The gears shift and turn and he lifts his chin somewhat, eyes hard and cold. There's that glint of something snake-like and dangerous again as he carefully looks from one ot the other, trying to decide if Dorian is the threat here and if he's supposed to be saving Huaisang from him or something.
"Master Dorian," he greets, polite, and lifts his arms to bow. "Forgive my intrusion." Did he know Huaisang had sent the message? What in the world was happening here?
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Huaisang's expression is complicated but guarded at the statement that Dorian might hesitate next time. "I did ask for her to be gagged. Given her behavior, I was worried that she would start hollering loud enough to disrupt all of the patrons in the main room, and that would ruin the entire night instead of just denting it a bit. The reputation of my business on its opening night was on the line. I'm only grateful that her network post was as relatively subdued as it was."
Replaying Dorian's words in his mind, he shakes his head, only growing more tense. "If I call on someone to defend me, I want them to trust my word regarding how the situation would be handled."
Meng Yao enters while Huaisang's still bristling a bit, and Huaisang has to mentally re-set back a bit to remember their earlier conversation. "Thank you for coming, A-Yao. Dorian repeated some concerns that the Iron Bull had expressed, and I found them very distressing. Dorian, will you tell Meng Yao what you remember the Iron Bull saying?"
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"I love you. I care about you and I trust you, but I can make my own judgement and am no one's to command. Not even-" Dorian's words are cut short and abandon him at the sight of Meng Yao. It feels as though something is caught in his throat a moment and he looks from that dangerous glint to the Dominant in the room.
"As I recall, Bull said that there was someone who had endured months of humiliation; being dressed up and put into uncomfortable situations. He even claimed to have witnessed it." Even knowing that Meng Yao gets off on the humiliation doesn't make him feel good about stating it like this. Something like that should be kept private or if it's witnessed, discussed so shit like this doesn't happen. The mage shakes his head, concerned at what Huaisang might do or how Meng Yao might react. He didn't know it was him that Bull was referring to and now he may be getting the man in trouble. "He didn't tell me who. Meng Yao, was that you?"
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He's not sure, but what he does know is that whatever scenario he's thought up, this was not one of them. Again he allows himself to look as surprised as he feels and then embarrassed, brow furrowing as his fingers curl into his robes.
"It... is likely it was me." He admits slowly, frowning at them both. "Huaisang is in charge of my wardrobe when I'm to accompany him to events or to... other people." He speaks as delicately as possible, clearing his throat, clearly choosing his words carefully. "It's uncomfortable and humiliating, yes. Bull has seen me dress up for Huaisang, and has seen how I dress when I can dress myself outside of those situations." He gestures vaguely to his more conservative state.
"The Iron Bull is... distressingly observant," he continues, voice dry a moment before he continues. "I'm sure he's picked up on these sorts of things and drawn his conclusions about them. But forgive me, I fail to understand why this is being brought up now."
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Though Huaisang considers the possibility that Meng Yao has improved to the point that Huaisang can no longer read him, it seems like Meng Yao is just as confused by this.
"There was also something about me hurting people and abusing my position," Huaisang prompts, though he's not clear about which of them he wants to expand upon it. Either, if they have details.
He snaps out his fan, opening it with a whirl and fanning himself with sharp irritability. "It seems he saw Charlotte's network post and drew some additional conclusions regarding it. I want my name cleared, Meng Yao. Clarify the Iron Bull's misconceptions. I won't include you in scenes with friends of mine any longer if you're leaving them with such impressions."
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Slowly he looks at Huaisang though, frowning slightly. He doesn't feel guilty about his own doubts about Huaisang, since clearly Huaisang still had plenty about him.
"A-Sang," he begins, in a tone that suggests he's disappointed in him, not sure if Huaisang truly believes Meng Yao has knowingly twisted Bull's perception of him, or if he's just latching onto the most convenient scapegoat. "I have only ever discussed my own crimes with The Iron Bull. He asked about the strangeness of our relationship and I told him the things I had done. I have never told him of any punishments you've given me, how I felt about them, or if I thought they were deserved or not. Any conclusions he made beyond knowing I find the clothing embarrassing were on his own, seperate from myself."
I want my name cleared, Meng Yao, Huaisang had said, and though he carefully keeps his expression schooled, on the inside he can't help but smile. Does the thought of building a successful life from the ground up, clawing as high as you can go, only to have it torn down because of one man's all-too-astute observations make you uncomfortable, A-Sang? He thinks to himself, viciously amused.
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He hesitates for a moment, tentatively edging around what he wants to say next. "I'm proud of you for facing such topics."
Huaisang's fan snaps. He's still irritable about this entire situation. "Charlotte's unpleasantness has already been awful enough. She's doing plenty to smear my name, I don't need it compounded with misconceptions. Explain to the Iron Bull urgently. Right now, explain to Dorian. You don't have to be complimentary about me, just be honest."
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He's just glad to be hearing this from Meng Yao, even if it is being a bit... pressured.
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