sophbophie
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- Parts 10
The candle is flickering wildly in the corner, dancing to the solemn tune of silence. Shadows teleport and morph around the room, yet somehow, through his tired haze, Strayul can just barely make out the sight of Dorian's nails digging into his arms, forming small moons on his skin.
Strayul's breathing stops. His heart stops. Everything stops. The shadows freeze. Dorian freezes. He knows eyes are on him.
"Dorian?"
He stays silent. He stares at the wall, his eyes wide. His nails are frozen, buried in his skin. "Are you okay, Dorian?"
"Yes. Incredibly."
"Okay."
They were both silent for a long while, aware of each other's thoughts - what are we supposed to say now?
Strayul wishes he hadn't said anything. Dorian wishes he hadn't said anything. But the words have already been spoken - Strayul knows something. The lack of information is suffocating for the both of them - how much does Strayul know - what's going on with Dorian?
Dorian loosens his grip on himself, but it doesn't matter anymore. Strayul already saw what he saw.
At last, Strayul gives up. He lifts his hand, and with a harsh flick, the flame becomes smoke, and the shadows swallow the room much like they swallow Dorian's mind.
"Sleep well, Dorian."
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If you were hoping for a romance, you came to the wrong place.
We got angst, we got crime, we got societal issues and corrupt governments, but we do not have (much) romance. Don't let the cover deceive you -- I just thought the red hair was pretty.
I'll do my best to update frequently but I got The Sad so we will see how that goes :)