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INTRO
"uh, hi! My name is Dorian Hale. But feel free to just call me Dorian, I'm a gen collector and I really like sea life too!"
"I'm in a little... Uh, movement, I suppose you could call it. And we could always use more members!"
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[oculus was out drinking again. Took a crawl for almost a whole block before deciding that the shaking in his legs was to the point that he needed to go home before it got worse.]
[he slid down to the elevator floor on the way up, repeatedly tapping his head against the wall sluggishly. He started crying some time during bar 3, he estimates, and it was painfully obvious it would be starting again the second he found his room again.]
[he tried to stand up to get out of the elevator once the door opened, but fell to the floor again. Dorian found him after maybe a minute of Oculus having been there, lying facedown to cry a little.]
- @its-a-movement
"Gray?"
[Dorian asked, a bit surprised as he ran to oculus' side, trying to help him up only for oculus to collapse on top of him]
… papa?
[he leaned into Dorian. His hair is all messed up and his tie is just… gone. He sniffles a little to try to stop crying around who he thinks is Vox.]
"..no, I'm not Vincent"
[Dorian whispered, tilting oculus' head up enough for him to see his face]
… ohhhh… close enoughh…
[he smiles at Dorian, though the second he gets his head out of Dorian’s hands, he buries it again to hide his tears.]
You’re llike a dad to mme anywayys…
"how about we get you out of this elevator?"
[Dorian asked, helping oculus to stand up, stumbling a bit when oculus leaned his full body weight against him]
Ookay…
[he murmurs a soft “im sorry” when Dorian stumbles.]
I rememmber you carrying mme when I was ittyy bittyy… whered you go aafter the accident anywayss…?
"I uh, I moved away. Couldn't deal with it anymore"
[Dorian explained simply, guiding oculus out of the elevator]
… yyou could’ve stayyed with uss… we alll knowwe needed it…
[he stumbles, but he tries to at least keep himself somewhat upright.]
[Dorian caught him easily, holding him upright]
"I just.. couldn't bare to live there anymore. Sorry, gray"
[he nestled his face into Dorian, still crying a little.]
It’s- itsokayy… i thought for awhiile that yyou died with everyyone else- and- mmomma had totell mme you just… moved away…
… ithink i was mmad yyou left for awhile too.
"I can understand why.. I would be mad at me too"
Nno- don’t do that- dad- i wasa dumb kid-
[he cries a little more into Dorian’s shoulder.]
aand i missed you- mmore thanthe anger-
"I missed you too, gray.. I just.. I thought you had died with everyone else.."
Oh-
[its a little broken sound- accompanied by more tears seeping through Dorian’s shirt.]
I- ii looked ffor yyou- inthe hospital inn case you visited- everyysingleday-
[he doesn’t try to talk after that, just sobs quietly into Dorian. There’s the occasional “im sorry,” mixed in.]
[Dorian holds Oculus close, whispering occasional "it's okay" or "it's alright"]
Ggod, iimsoo pathetic when imdrunk-
[he sniffles and tries to stop the tears.]
Why am i like this, Dorian?
Why am I such a shitty person?…
"You're not a shitty person..." [Dorian reassured him] "I promise.."
No- nno I aaaamm-
[he wipes his eyes.]
I- i killed people- i- iii-
iimfuckingterrible- imsorry-
"gray, we're in hell" [Dorian reminded him] everyone here is terrible"
You’re not.
[he fiddles with Dorian’s hair sluggishly. He tries to be as gentle as he can considering how out of it he is.]
… howwlong were yyou alone?..
"Only a few years" [Dorian reassured him] "I started to work in crystal mines"
… iif i hadtried tto find yyou before ii died- wwould i have mmissed you?
[he’s quieter now, voice softer. He still smells of cheap liquor and sadness.]
"Gray, it's alright.. I wasn't mad at you at all"
iif id ttrieda little harderr iiknow you’dve livedlonger- and-
[he nestles in again.]
wwouldyou have diedbefore i eveen gotthere, dadd?
"Gray, I slipped.. it's not your fault I died"
ii- iknowthat- but… ijust- iwish iicoulldve sseen youagain before-
[he goes quiet. Sniffles again.]
can i stay the night with you tonight, dad?
[he says it the way he used to back when he was barely over eight- a little sad, a little scared, quietly.]
"of course you can.. you never needed to ask" [Dorian told him softly, gently ruffling his hair like he used to]
[oculus was out drinking again. Took a crawl for almost a whole block before deciding that the shaking in his legs was to the point that he needed to go home before it got worse.]
[he slid down to the elevator floor on the way up, repeatedly tapping his head against the wall sluggishly. He started crying some time during bar 3, he estimates, and it was painfully obvious it would be starting again the second he found his room again.]
[he tried to stand up to get out of the elevator once the door opened, but fell to the floor again. Dorian found him after maybe a minute of Oculus having been there, lying facedown to cry a little.]
- @its-a-movement
"Gray?"
[Dorian asked, a bit surprised as he ran to oculus' side, trying to help him up only for oculus to collapse on top of him]
… papa?
[he leaned into Dorian. His hair is all messed up and his tie is just… gone. He sniffles a little to try to stop crying around who he thinks is Vox.]
"..no, I'm not Vincent"
[Dorian whispered, tilting oculus' head up enough for him to see his face]
… ohhhh… close enoughh…
[he smiles at Dorian, though the second he gets his head out of Dorian’s hands, he buries it again to hide his tears.]
You’re llike a dad to mme anywayys…
"how about we get you out of this elevator?"
[Dorian asked, helping oculus to stand up, stumbling a bit when oculus leaned his full body weight against him]
Ookay…
[he murmurs a soft “im sorry” when Dorian stumbles.]
I rememmber you carrying mme when I was ittyy bittyy… whered you go aafter the accident anywayss…?
"I uh, I moved away. Couldn't deal with it anymore"
[Dorian explained simply, guiding oculus out of the elevator]
… yyou could’ve stayyed with uss… we alll knowwe needed it…
[he stumbles, but he tries to at least keep himself somewhat upright.]
[Dorian caught him easily, holding him upright]
"I just.. couldn't bare to live there anymore. Sorry, gray"
[he nestled his face into Dorian, still crying a little.]
It’s- itsokayy… i thought for awhiile that yyou died with everyyone else- and- mmomma had totell mme you just… moved away…
… ithink i was mmad yyou left for awhile too.
"I can understand why.. I would be mad at me too"
Nno- don’t do that- dad- i wasa dumb kid-
[he cries a little more into Dorian’s shoulder.]
aand i missed you- mmore thanthe anger-
"I missed you too, gray.. I just.. I thought you had died with everyone else.."
Oh-
[its a little broken sound- accompanied by more tears seeping through Dorian’s shirt.]
I- ii looked ffor yyou- inthe hospital inn case you visited- everyysingleday-
[he doesn’t try to talk after that, just sobs quietly into Dorian. There’s the occasional “im sorry,” mixed in.]
[Dorian holds Oculus close, whispering occasional "it's okay" or "it's alright"]
Ggod, iimsoo pathetic when imdrunk-
[he sniffles and tries to stop the tears.]
Why am i like this, Dorian?
Why am I such a shitty person?…
"You're not a shitty person..." [Dorian reassured him] "I promise.."
No- nno I aaaamm-
[he wipes his eyes.]
I- i killed people- i- iii-
iimfuckingterrible- imsorry-
"gray, we're in hell" [Dorian reminded him] everyone here is terrible"
You’re not.
[he fiddles with Dorian’s hair sluggishly. He tries to be as gentle as he can considering how out of it he is.]
… howwlong were yyou alone?..
"Only a few years" [Dorian reassured him] "I started to work in crystal mines"
… iif i hadtried tto find yyou before ii died- wwould i have mmissed you?
[he’s quieter now, voice softer. He still smells of cheap liquor and sadness.]
"Gray, it's alright.. I wasn't mad at you at all"
iif id ttrieda little harderr iiknow you’dve livedlonger- and-
[he nestles in again.]
wwouldyou have diedbefore i eveen gotthere, dadd?
"Gray, I slipped.. it's not your fault I died"
[oculus was out drinking again. Took a crawl for almost a whole block before deciding that the shaking in his legs was to the point that he needed to go home before it got worse.]
[he slid down to the elevator floor on the way up, repeatedly tapping his head against the wall sluggishly. He started crying some time during bar 3, he estimates, and it was painfully obvious it would be starting again the second he found his room again.]
[he tried to stand up to get out of the elevator once the door opened, but fell to the floor again. Dorian found him after maybe a minute of Oculus having been there, lying facedown to cry a little.]
- @its-a-movement
"Gray?"
[Dorian asked, a bit surprised as he ran to oculus' side, trying to help him up only for oculus to collapse on top of him]
… papa?
[he leaned into Dorian. His hair is all messed up and his tie is just… gone. He sniffles a little to try to stop crying around who he thinks is Vox.]
"..no, I'm not Vincent"
[Dorian whispered, tilting oculus' head up enough for him to see his face]
… ohhhh… close enoughh…
[he smiles at Dorian, though the second he gets his head out of Dorian’s hands, he buries it again to hide his tears.]
You’re llike a dad to mme anywayys…
"how about we get you out of this elevator?"
[Dorian asked, helping oculus to stand up, stumbling a bit when oculus leaned his full body weight against him]
Ookay…
[he murmurs a soft “im sorry” when Dorian stumbles.]
I rememmber you carrying mme when I was ittyy bittyy… whered you go aafter the accident anywayss…?
"I uh, I moved away. Couldn't deal with it anymore"
[Dorian explained simply, guiding oculus out of the elevator]
… yyou could’ve stayyed with uss… we alll knowwe needed it…
[he stumbles, but he tries to at least keep himself somewhat upright.]
[Dorian caught him easily, holding him upright]
"I just.. couldn't bare to live there anymore. Sorry, gray"
[he nestled his face into Dorian, still crying a little.]
It’s- itsokayy… i thought for awhiile that yyou died with everyyone else- and- mmomma had totell mme you just… moved away…
… ithink i was mmad yyou left for awhile too.
"I can understand why.. I would be mad at me too"
Nno- don’t do that- dad- i wasa dumb kid-
[he cries a little more into Dorian’s shoulder.]
aand i missed you- mmore thanthe anger-
"I missed you too, gray.. I just.. I thought you had died with everyone else.."
Oh-
[its a little broken sound- accompanied by more tears seeping through Dorian’s shirt.]
I- ii looked ffor yyou- inthe hospital inn case you visited- everyysingleday-
[he doesn’t try to talk after that, just sobs quietly into Dorian. There’s the occasional “im sorry,” mixed in.]
[Dorian holds Oculus close, whispering occasional "it's okay" or "it's alright"]
Ggod, iimsoo pathetic when imdrunk-
[he sniffles and tries to stop the tears.]
Why am i like this, Dorian?
Why am I such a shitty person?…
"You're not a shitty person..." [Dorian reassured him] "I promise.."
No- nno I aaaamm-
[he wipes his eyes.]
I- i killed people- i- iii-
iimfuckingterrible- imsorry-
"gray, we're in hell" [Dorian reminded him] everyone here is terrible"
You’re not.
[he fiddles with Dorian’s hair sluggishly. He tries to be as gentle as he can considering how out of it he is.]
… howwlong were yyou alone?..
"Only a few years" [Dorian reassured him] "I started to work in crystal mines"
… iif i hadtried tto find yyou before ii died- wwould i have mmissed you?
[he’s quieter now, voice softer. He still smells of cheap liquor and sadness.]
"Gray, it's alright.. I wasn't mad at you at all"
[oculus was out drinking again. Took a crawl for almost a whole block before deciding that the shaking in his legs was to the point that he needed to go home before it got worse.]
[he slid down to the elevator floor on the way up, repeatedly tapping his head against the wall sluggishly. He started crying some time during bar 3, he estimates, and it was painfully obvious it would be starting again the second he found his room again.]
[he tried to stand up to get out of the elevator once the door opened, but fell to the floor again. Dorian found him after maybe a minute of Oculus having been there, lying facedown to cry a little.]
- @its-a-movement
"Gray?"
[Dorian asked, a bit surprised as he ran to oculus' side, trying to help him up only for oculus to collapse on top of him]
… papa?
[he leaned into Dorian. His hair is all messed up and his tie is just… gone. He sniffles a little to try to stop crying around who he thinks is Vox.]
"..no, I'm not Vincent"
[Dorian whispered, tilting oculus' head up enough for him to see his face]
… ohhhh… close enoughh…
[he smiles at Dorian, though the second he gets his head out of Dorian’s hands, he buries it again to hide his tears.]
You’re llike a dad to mme anywayys…
"how about we get you out of this elevator?"
[Dorian asked, helping oculus to stand up, stumbling a bit when oculus leaned his full body weight against him]
Ookay…
[he murmurs a soft “im sorry” when Dorian stumbles.]
I rememmber you carrying mme when I was ittyy bittyy… whered you go aafter the accident anywayss…?
"I uh, I moved away. Couldn't deal with it anymore"
[Dorian explained simply, guiding oculus out of the elevator]
… yyou could’ve stayyed with uss… we alll knowwe needed it…
[he stumbles, but he tries to at least keep himself somewhat upright.]
[Dorian caught him easily, holding him upright]
"I just.. couldn't bare to live there anymore. Sorry, gray"
[he nestled his face into Dorian, still crying a little.]
It’s- itsokayy… i thought for awhiile that yyou died with everyyone else- and- mmomma had totell mme you just… moved away…
… ithink i was mmad yyou left for awhile too.
"I can understand why.. I would be mad at me too"
Nno- don’t do that- dad- i wasa dumb kid-
[he cries a little more into Dorian’s shoulder.]
aand i missed you- mmore thanthe anger-
"I missed you too, gray.. I just.. I thought you had died with everyone else.."
Oh-
[its a little broken sound- accompanied by more tears seeping through Dorian’s shirt.]
I- ii looked ffor yyou- inthe hospital inn case you visited- everyysingleday-
[he doesn’t try to talk after that, just sobs quietly into Dorian. There’s the occasional “im sorry,” mixed in.]
[Dorian holds Oculus close, whispering occasional "it's okay" or "it's alright"]
Ggod, iimsoo pathetic when imdrunk-
[he sniffles and tries to stop the tears.]
Why am i like this, Dorian?
Why am I such a shitty person?…
"You're not a shitty person..." [Dorian reassured him] "I promise.."
No- nno I aaaamm-
[he wipes his eyes.]
I- i killed people- i- iii-
iimfuckingterrible- imsorry-
"gray, we're in hell" [Dorian reminded him] everyone here is terrible"
You’re not.
[he fiddles with Dorian’s hair sluggishly. He tries to be as gentle as he can considering how out of it he is.]
… howwlong were yyou alone?..
"Only a few years" [Dorian reassured him] "I started to work in crystal mines"
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[oculus was out drinking again. Took a crawl for almost a whole block before deciding that the shaking in his legs was to the point that he needed to go home before it got worse.]
[he slid down to the elevator floor on the way up, repeatedly tapping his head against the wall sluggishly. He started crying some time during bar 3, he estimates, and it was painfully obvious it would be starting again the second he found his room again.]
[he tried to stand up to get out of the elevator once the door opened, but fell to the floor again. Dorian found him after maybe a minute of Oculus having been there, lying facedown to cry a little.]
- @its-a-movement
"Gray?"
[Dorian asked, a bit surprised as he ran to oculus' side, trying to help him up only for oculus to collapse on top of him]
… papa?
[he leaned into Dorian. His hair is all messed up and his tie is just… gone. He sniffles a little to try to stop crying around who he thinks is Vox.]
"..no, I'm not Vincent"
[Dorian whispered, tilting oculus' head up enough for him to see his face]
… ohhhh… close enoughh…
[he smiles at Dorian, though the second he gets his head out of Dorian’s hands, he buries it again to hide his tears.]
You’re llike a dad to mme anywayys…
"how about we get you out of this elevator?"
[Dorian asked, helping oculus to stand up, stumbling a bit when oculus leaned his full body weight against him]
Ookay…
[he murmurs a soft “im sorry” when Dorian stumbles.]
I rememmber you carrying mme when I was ittyy bittyy… whered you go aafter the accident anywayss…?
"I uh, I moved away. Couldn't deal with it anymore"
[Dorian explained simply, guiding oculus out of the elevator]
… yyou could’ve stayyed with uss… we alll knowwe needed it…
[he stumbles, but he tries to at least keep himself somewhat upright.]
[Dorian caught him easily, holding him upright]
"I just.. couldn't bare to live there anymore. Sorry, gray"
[he nestled his face into Dorian, still crying a little.]
It’s- itsokayy… i thought for awhiile that yyou died with everyyone else- and- mmomma had totell mme you just… moved away…
… ithink i was mmad yyou left for awhile too.
"I can understand why.. I would be mad at me too"
Nno- don’t do that- dad- i wasa dumb kid-
[he cries a little more into Dorian’s shoulder.]
aand i missed you- mmore thanthe anger-
"I missed you too, gray.. I just.. I thought you had died with everyone else.."
Oh-
[its a little broken sound- accompanied by more tears seeping through Dorian’s shirt.]
I- ii looked ffor yyou- inthe hospital inn case you visited- everyysingleday-
[he doesn’t try to talk after that, just sobs quietly into Dorian. There’s the occasional “im sorry,” mixed in.]
[Dorian holds Oculus close, whispering occasional "it's okay" or "it's alright"]
Ggod, iimsoo pathetic when imdrunk-
[he sniffles and tries to stop the tears.]
Why am i like this, Dorian?
Why am I such a shitty person?…
"You're not a shitty person..." [Dorian reassured him] "I promise.."
No- nno I aaaamm-
[he wipes his eyes.]
I- i killed people- i- iii-
iimfuckingterrible- imsorry-
"gray, we're in hell" [Dorian reminded him] everyone here is terrible"
[oculus was out drinking again. Took a crawl for almost a whole block before deciding that the shaking in his legs was to the point that he needed to go home before it got worse.]
[he slid down to the elevator floor on the way up, repeatedly tapping his head against the wall sluggishly. He started crying some time during bar 3, he estimates, and it was painfully obvious it would be starting again the second he found his room again.]
[he tried to stand up to get out of the elevator once the door opened, but fell to the floor again. Dorian found him after maybe a minute of Oculus having been there, lying facedown to cry a little.]
- @its-a-movement
"Gray?"
[Dorian asked, a bit surprised as he ran to oculus' side, trying to help him up only for oculus to collapse on top of him]
… papa?
[he leaned into Dorian. His hair is all messed up and his tie is just… gone. He sniffles a little to try to stop crying around who he thinks is Vox.]
"..no, I'm not Vincent"
[Dorian whispered, tilting oculus' head up enough for him to see his face]
… ohhhh… close enoughh…
[he smiles at Dorian, though the second he gets his head out of Dorian’s hands, he buries it again to hide his tears.]
You’re llike a dad to mme anywayys…
"how about we get you out of this elevator?"
[Dorian asked, helping oculus to stand up, stumbling a bit when oculus leaned his full body weight against him]
Ookay…
[he murmurs a soft “im sorry” when Dorian stumbles.]
I rememmber you carrying mme when I was ittyy bittyy… whered you go aafter the accident anywayss…?
"I uh, I moved away. Couldn't deal with it anymore"
[Dorian explained simply, guiding oculus out of the elevator]
… yyou could’ve stayyed with uss… we alll knowwe needed it…
[he stumbles, but he tries to at least keep himself somewhat upright.]
[Dorian caught him easily, holding him upright]
"I just.. couldn't bare to live there anymore. Sorry, gray"
[he nestled his face into Dorian, still crying a little.]
It’s- itsokayy… i thought for awhiile that yyou died with everyyone else- and- mmomma had totell mme you just… moved away…
… ithink i was mmad yyou left for awhile too.
"I can understand why.. I would be mad at me too"
Nno- don’t do that- dad- i wasa dumb kid-
[he cries a little more into Dorian’s shoulder.]
aand i missed you- mmore thanthe anger-
"I missed you too, gray.. I just.. I thought you had died with everyone else.."
Oh-
[its a little broken sound- accompanied by more tears seeping through Dorian’s shirt.]
I- ii looked ffor yyou- inthe hospital inn case you visited- everyysingleday-
[he doesn’t try to talk after that, just sobs quietly into Dorian. There’s the occasional “im sorry,” mixed in.]
[Dorian holds Oculus close, whispering occasional "it's okay" or "it's alright"]
Ggod, iimsoo pathetic when imdrunk-
[he sniffles and tries to stop the tears.]
Why am i like this, Dorian?
Why am I such a shitty person?…
"You're not a shitty person..." [Dorian reassured him] "I promise.."
[oculus was out drinking again. Took a crawl for almost a whole block before deciding that the shaking in his legs was to the point that he needed to go home before it got worse.]
[he slid down to the elevator floor on the way up, repeatedly tapping his head against the wall sluggishly. He started crying some time during bar 3, he estimates, and it was painfully obvious it would be starting again the second he found his room again.]
[he tried to stand up to get out of the elevator once the door opened, but fell to the floor again. Dorian found him after maybe a minute of Oculus having been there, lying facedown to cry a little.]
- @its-a-movement
"Gray?"
[Dorian asked, a bit surprised as he ran to oculus' side, trying to help him up only for oculus to collapse on top of him]
… papa?
[he leaned into Dorian. His hair is all messed up and his tie is just… gone. He sniffles a little to try to stop crying around who he thinks is Vox.]
"..no, I'm not Vincent"
[Dorian whispered, tilting oculus' head up enough for him to see his face]
… ohhhh… close enoughh…
[he smiles at Dorian, though the second he gets his head out of Dorian’s hands, he buries it again to hide his tears.]
You’re llike a dad to mme anywayys…
"how about we get you out of this elevator?"
[Dorian asked, helping oculus to stand up, stumbling a bit when oculus leaned his full body weight against him]
Ookay…
[he murmurs a soft “im sorry” when Dorian stumbles.]
I rememmber you carrying mme when I was ittyy bittyy… whered you go aafter the accident anywayss…?
"I uh, I moved away. Couldn't deal with it anymore"
[Dorian explained simply, guiding oculus out of the elevator]
… yyou could’ve stayyed with uss… we alll knowwe needed it…
[he stumbles, but he tries to at least keep himself somewhat upright.]
[Dorian caught him easily, holding him upright]
"I just.. couldn't bare to live there anymore. Sorry, gray"
[he nestled his face into Dorian, still crying a little.]
It’s- itsokayy… i thought for awhiile that yyou died with everyyone else- and- mmomma had totell mme you just… moved away…
… ithink i was mmad yyou left for awhile too.
"I can understand why.. I would be mad at me too"
Nno- don’t do that- dad- i wasa dumb kid-
[he cries a little more into Dorian’s shoulder.]
aand i missed you- mmore thanthe anger-
"I missed you too, gray.. I just.. I thought you had died with everyone else.."
Oh-
[its a little broken sound- accompanied by more tears seeping through Dorian’s shirt.]
I- ii looked ffor yyou- inthe hospital inn case you visited- everyysingleday-
[he doesn’t try to talk after that, just sobs quietly into Dorian. There’s the occasional “im sorry,” mixed in.]
[Dorian holds Oculus close, whispering occasional "it's okay" or "it's alright"]
[oculus was out drinking again. Took a crawl for almost a whole block before deciding that the shaking in his legs was to the point that he needed to go home before it got worse.]
[he slid down to the elevator floor on the way up, repeatedly tapping his head against the wall sluggishly. He started crying some time during bar 3, he estimates, and it was painfully obvious it would be starting again the second he found his room again.]
[he tried to stand up to get out of the elevator once the door opened, but fell to the floor again. Dorian found him after maybe a minute of Oculus having been there, lying facedown to cry a little.]
- @its-a-movement
"Gray?"
[Dorian asked, a bit surprised as he ran to oculus' side, trying to help him up only for oculus to collapse on top of him]
… papa?
[he leaned into Dorian. His hair is all messed up and his tie is just… gone. He sniffles a little to try to stop crying around who he thinks is Vox.]
"..no, I'm not Vincent"
[Dorian whispered, tilting oculus' head up enough for him to see his face]
… ohhhh… close enoughh…
[he smiles at Dorian, though the second he gets his head out of Dorian’s hands, he buries it again to hide his tears.]
You’re llike a dad to mme anywayys…
"how about we get you out of this elevator?"
[Dorian asked, helping oculus to stand up, stumbling a bit when oculus leaned his full body weight against him]
Ookay…
[he murmurs a soft “im sorry” when Dorian stumbles.]
I rememmber you carrying mme when I was ittyy bittyy… whered you go aafter the accident anywayss…?
"I uh, I moved away. Couldn't deal with it anymore"
[Dorian explained simply, guiding oculus out of the elevator]
… yyou could’ve stayyed with uss… we alll knowwe needed it…
[he stumbles, but he tries to at least keep himself somewhat upright.]
[Dorian caught him easily, holding him upright]
"I just.. couldn't bare to live there anymore. Sorry, gray"
[he nestled his face into Dorian, still crying a little.]
It’s- itsokayy… i thought for awhiile that yyou died with everyyone else- and- mmomma had totell mme you just… moved away…
… ithink i was mmad yyou left for awhile too.
"I can understand why.. I would be mad at me too"
Nno- don’t do that- dad- i wasa dumb kid-
[he cries a little more into Dorian’s shoulder.]
aand i missed you- mmore thanthe anger-
"I missed you too, gray.. I just.. I thought you had died with everyone else.."
[oculus was out drinking again. Took a crawl for almost a whole block before deciding that the shaking in his legs was to the point that he needed to go home before it got worse.]
[he slid down to the elevator floor on the way up, repeatedly tapping his head against the wall sluggishly. He started crying some time during bar 3, he estimates, and it was painfully obvious it would be starting again the second he found his room again.]
[he tried to stand up to get out of the elevator once the door opened, but fell to the floor again. Dorian found him after maybe a minute of Oculus having been there, lying facedown to cry a little.]
- @its-a-movement
"Gray?"
[Dorian asked, a bit surprised as he ran to oculus' side, trying to help him up only for oculus to collapse on top of him]
… papa?
[he leaned into Dorian. His hair is all messed up and his tie is just… gone. He sniffles a little to try to stop crying around who he thinks is Vox.]
"..no, I'm not Vincent"
[Dorian whispered, tilting oculus' head up enough for him to see his face]
… ohhhh… close enoughh…
[he smiles at Dorian, though the second he gets his head out of Dorian’s hands, he buries it again to hide his tears.]
You’re llike a dad to mme anywayys…
"how about we get you out of this elevator?"
[Dorian asked, helping oculus to stand up, stumbling a bit when oculus leaned his full body weight against him]
Ookay…
[he murmurs a soft “im sorry” when Dorian stumbles.]
I rememmber you carrying mme when I was ittyy bittyy… whered you go aafter the accident anywayss…?
"I uh, I moved away. Couldn't deal with it anymore"
[Dorian explained simply, guiding oculus out of the elevator]
… yyou could’ve stayyed with uss… we alll knowwe needed it…
[he stumbles, but he tries to at least keep himself somewhat upright.]
[Dorian caught him easily, holding him upright]
"I just.. couldn't bare to live there anymore. Sorry, gray"
[he nestled his face into Dorian, still crying a little.]
It’s- itsokayy… i thought for awhiile that yyou died with everyyone else- and- mmomma had totell mme you just… moved away…
… ithink i was mmad yyou left for awhile too.
"I can understand why.. I would be mad at me too"
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[oculus was out drinking again. Took a crawl for almost a whole block before deciding that the shaking in his legs was to the point that he needed to go home before it got worse.]
[he slid down to the elevator floor on the way up, repeatedly tapping his head against the wall sluggishly. He started crying some time during bar 3, he estimates, and it was painfully obvious it would be starting again the second he found his room again.]
[he tried to stand up to get out of the elevator once the door opened, but fell to the floor again. Dorian found him after maybe a minute of Oculus having been there, lying facedown to cry a little.]
- @its-a-movement
"Gray?"
[Dorian asked, a bit surprised as he ran to oculus' side, trying to help him up only for oculus to collapse on top of him]
… papa?
[he leaned into Dorian. His hair is all messed up and his tie is just… gone. He sniffles a little to try to stop crying around who he thinks is Vox.]
"..no, I'm not Vincent"
[Dorian whispered, tilting oculus' head up enough for him to see his face]
… ohhhh… close enoughh…
[he smiles at Dorian, though the second he gets his head out of Dorian’s hands, he buries it again to hide his tears.]
You’re llike a dad to mme anywayys…
"how about we get you out of this elevator?"
[Dorian asked, helping oculus to stand up, stumbling a bit when oculus leaned his full body weight against him]
Ookay…
[he murmurs a soft “im sorry” when Dorian stumbles.]
I rememmber you carrying mme when I was ittyy bittyy… whered you go aafter the accident anywayss…?
"I uh, I moved away. Couldn't deal with it anymore"
[Dorian explained simply, guiding oculus out of the elevator]
… yyou could’ve stayyed with uss… we alll knowwe needed it…
[he stumbles, but he tries to at least keep himself somewhat upright.]
[Dorian caught him easily, holding him upright]
"I just.. couldn't bare to live there anymore. Sorry, gray"
[oculus was out drinking again. Took a crawl for almost a whole block before deciding that the shaking in his legs was to the point that he needed to go home before it got worse.]
[he slid down to the elevator floor on the way up, repeatedly tapping his head against the wall sluggishly. He started crying some time during bar 3, he estimates, and it was painfully obvious it would be starting again the second he found his room again.]
[he tried to stand up to get out of the elevator once the door opened, but fell to the floor again. Dorian found him after maybe a minute of Oculus having been there, lying facedown to cry a little.]
- @its-a-movement
"Gray?"
[Dorian asked, a bit surprised as he ran to oculus' side, trying to help him up only for oculus to collapse on top of him]
… papa?
[he leaned into Dorian. His hair is all messed up and his tie is just… gone. He sniffles a little to try to stop crying around who he thinks is Vox.]
"..no, I'm not Vincent"
[Dorian whispered, tilting oculus' head up enough for him to see his face]
… ohhhh… close enoughh…
[he smiles at Dorian, though the second he gets his head out of Dorian’s hands, he buries it again to hide his tears.]
You’re llike a dad to mme anywayys…
"how about we get you out of this elevator?"
[Dorian asked, helping oculus to stand up, stumbling a bit when oculus leaned his full body weight against him]
Ookay…
[he murmurs a soft “im sorry” when Dorian stumbles.]
I rememmber you carrying mme when I was ittyy bittyy… whered you go aafter the accident anywayss…?
"I uh, I moved away. Couldn't deal with it anymore"
[Dorian explained simply, guiding oculus out of the elevator]
[oculus was out drinking again. Took a crawl for almost a whole block before deciding that the shaking in his legs was to the point that he needed to go home before it got worse.]
[he slid down to the elevator floor on the way up, repeatedly tapping his head against the wall sluggishly. He started crying some time during bar 3, he estimates, and it was painfully obvious it would be starting again the second he found his room again.]
[he tried to stand up to get out of the elevator once the door opened, but fell to the floor again. Dorian found him after maybe a minute of Oculus having been there, lying facedown to cry a little.]
- @its-a-movement
"Gray?"
[Dorian asked, a bit surprised as he ran to oculus' side, trying to help him up only for oculus to collapse on top of him]
… papa?
[he leaned into Dorian. His hair is all messed up and his tie is just… gone. He sniffles a little to try to stop crying around who he thinks is Vox.]
"..no, I'm not Vincent"
[Dorian whispered, tilting oculus' head up enough for him to see his face]
… ohhhh… close enoughh…
[he smiles at Dorian, though the second he gets his head out of Dorian’s hands, he buries it again to hide his tears.]
You’re llike a dad to mme anywayys…
"how about we get you out of this elevator?"
[Dorian asked, helping oculus to stand up, stumbling a bit when oculus leaned his full body weight against him]
[oculus was out drinking again. Took a crawl for almost a whole block before deciding that the shaking in his legs was to the point that he needed to go home before it got worse.]
[he slid down to the elevator floor on the way up, repeatedly tapping his head against the wall sluggishly. He started crying some time during bar 3, he estimates, and it was painfully obvious it would be starting again the second he found his room again.]
[he tried to stand up to get out of the elevator once the door opened, but fell to the floor again. Dorian found him after maybe a minute of Oculus having been there, lying facedown to cry a little.]
- @its-a-movement
"Gray?"
[Dorian asked, a bit surprised as he ran to oculus' side, trying to help him up only for oculus to collapse on top of him]
… papa?
[he leaned into Dorian. His hair is all messed up and his tie is just… gone. He sniffles a little to try to stop crying around who he thinks is Vox.]
"..no, I'm not Vincent"
[Dorian whispered, tilting oculus' head up enough for him to see his face]
[oculus was out drinking again. Took a crawl for almost a whole block before deciding that the shaking in his legs was to the point that he needed to go home before it got worse.]
[he slid down to the elevator floor on the way up, repeatedly tapping his head against the wall sluggishly. He started crying some time during bar 3, he estimates, and it was painfully obvious it would be starting again the second he found his room again.]
[he tried to stand up to get out of the elevator once the door opened, but fell to the floor again. Dorian found him after maybe a minute of Oculus having been there, lying facedown to cry a little.]
- @its-a-movement
"Gray?"
[Dorian asked, a bit surprised as he ran to oculus' side, trying to help him up only for oculus to collapse on top of him]
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[there was a man outside of the tower, cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other.]
Light, you stupid fuckin’ bitch- you have one job, just do it!
[it finally lights and he relaxes against the wall, cigarette sticking out of his mouth. His hat was missing from its usual spot, instead, on the ground beside him. Two wolf ears picked up when Dorian got out of the building, and his eyes darted over.]
You.
- @texan-wolf
[Dorian was going to visit surge, he had told vox he was going to do some work across the city, so he could get out]
"why are you always at the tower? I have somewhere to be"
[Dorian said, trying to ignore him and keep walking]
Ah-ah-ah, pretty boy. That’s what he calls you, isn’t it? Stick around for a bit, we need to chat.
[he grabs one of Dorian’s wrists firmly. He had no intention of leaving him alone tonight.]
Where are you off to in such a hurry, hm?
"that's none of your business, is it?"
[Dorian said rather harshly, trying to yank his wrist away. When it didn't work, his crystals grew, sharpening slightly.]
Now, now, now, baby, that’s no way to talk to me, is it?
[his ears pin back, and there’s aggression behind his smile.]
I need to talk to you about your pretty little soul. Now, I know the offer for Surge is up and done, he’s been outta my hands for a while, but you’re more than welcome to request anything from me.
What do you want, Dorian?
"how.. do you know my name."
[Dorian asked, his crystals growing sharper and longer by the second. He was clearly ready to defend himself anyway he could if he so needed]
Sparky told me. He’s an asshole, but at least he tells me shit.
[he takes a drag on his cigarette and blows the smoke in Dorian’s face.]
So, again, what do you want?
"I want you to leave me alone"
[Dorian coughed, fanning the smoke away from his face]
Now, that ain’t very nice to say, is it?
[he tilts his head like a confused dog.]
Listen, and listen good, Dorian. I’ve got angelic weaponry now. I don’t believe you want to mess with that, do you?
[his hand slides to one of his guns- one that is clearly now angelic.]
"I'm still vox's best employee. He wouldn't like it if I was dead."
[Dorian said, staring at the gun]
You think he cares about his employees? You’re fuckin’ cute thinkin’ like that.
[he fiddles with the hammer, before his hand goes back up to take his cigarette out of his mouth.]
"Why can't you just leave me alone?"
[Dorian finally asked, finally looking back up]
[he took the cigarette and jabbed it into Dorian’s neck to put it out.]
Cause Im not gonna stop till I get your soul, pretty boy.
[Dorian let out a hiss, smacking the other demon's hand away]
"stop calling me that."
[he’s taken aback for about two seconds… before he shoves Dorian by one of the crystals.]
I don’t think I will, pretty boy.
[Dorian let out a cry of pain, before slapping his hand over his mouth, knowing that Harold would take full advantage of this.]
Oh?
That hurt?
Good. Let’s test that.
[harold shuffled around in his pockets for another cigarette, a hand shooting out to hold Dorian by the neck. He didn’t need Dorian getting away just yet.]
"Let me.. go.."
[Dorian gritted out, trying to squirm his way out of Harold's grip]
I don’t think I will, pretty boy.
[he shoved Dorian to the wall, leaning against him to keep him down as he grabbed his lighter.]
Stop squirmin’.
"They're.. sensitive.. you're gonna hurt them."
[Dorian said, trying to push Harold off of him]
Good.
[he lights the cigarette and takes a drag on it first before he shoves it into one of the crystals.]
[Dorian Cried out in agony, trying so hard to push Harold away, his hands trembling harshly]
[he grabs Dorian by the collar and shoves him to the wall.]
STOP SQUIRMIN’.
[he takes his lighter and holds it close to one of the crystals. He hasn’t lit it yet.]
"Then.. Stop!"
[Dorian panted out, clearly still in severe pain, his whole body remember]
[he flicks it on for maybe three seconds. He figures that’s enough. His hand goes up to dorians hair to tug.]
You should’ve listened.
[Dorian had to try hard to not cry out in pain again, gritting his teeth. He wasn't going to give Harold any more satisfaction of seeing him in pain]
[He tugs Dorian down to knee him in the face. Harold forces him to stay on the ground.]
Fuckin’ pathetic, waste of air, paper bag of a human.
"Just go away..."
[Dorian whispered, unable to stand up anymore. Not even trying to fight]
[he stomps on one of Dorian’s crystals, with as much force as he can manage, with full intention to shatter it.]
I’ll be seeing you in a week. I hope by then you’ll change your mind about your soul.
[Dorian let out a loud cry of pure agony, soon after, the pain became too much, causing the crystal covered demon to faint.]
[he spits on Dorian before he leaves.]
Fuckin’ pathetic.
[he’d been looking for Dorian for a while now. He knew he’d be here, so he’d put on a shitty disguise and a trenchcoat looking for him outside of the tower.]
Dorian?
[his eyes landed on dorian. It took him a moment, but he darted towards him once he knew it was Dorian.]
… Dorian!
[Dorian was completely still, one of his crystals was shattered, the pieces scattered around him]
Shit shit shit shit-
[he gathered the pieces in his hands. He was being so gentle about it. His hands were shaky.]
Dorian, please-
[He looked like he had been in a lot of pain. Surge knew that shattering one of Dorian's crystals took a LOT of force and pressure, so whoever did it, did it on purpose.]
[he looked around for a moment. Making sure every way, he wouldn’t be seen. He grabbed Dorian and stifled his electricity to avoid hurting him more.]
Up you go, Dorian- hang tight.
[Dorian instinctively leaned against surge, as if even while unconscious, he knew it was surge carrying him]
… hey, pretty boy. You’re in good hands.
[he rushes Dorian to surges own run down apartment and lays him down on his own bed. He puts the crystal shards on the nightstand next to Dorian and cozies up next to him.]
[he looked a lot more at ease when he was put on an actual bed and not just the cold floor in front of the vee tower. His body relaxed]
[he stayed beside Dorian for a while. He played with Dorian’s hair gently.]
You just have to wake up before Harold comes back, okay?
Please.
[Dorian did wake up eventually, making a noise of pain as his body remembered what happened]
Dorian!
[he holds Dorian’s face gently, being careful not to burn him.]
"Surge...?"
[Dorian whispered, his voice rough with sleep and pain]
"what.."
Oh, my pretty boy…
[surge clinged to Dorian tightly. His voice is softer than Dorian has ever heard it.]
I was so worried about you- do- do you need anything?
"My.. my crystals.. they hurt.."
[Dorian barely whispered, trying to bring his hand up to the crystal that was shattered]
I know, I know, baby…
[he moves Dorian’s hand away from it before he can touch it.]
Don’t do that, it’ll hurt more-
"what.. happened..?"
[his voice was quiet, barely awake]
Someone beat the shit out of you- do you remember what happened?..
[he held Dorian’s face again.]
"a.. a lighter.. cigarettes.."
[he said, leaning into surge's touch]
[he brushes the hair from Dorian’s face.]
Who did this?.. do you know their name?
"no.. they were.. tall."
[Dorian told him, his eye tearing up a small bit]
Nonononono, hey, hey hey-
[he wipes the tears from Dorian’s eye.]
It’s okay, it’ll be okay- I’m here…
"it hurts.."
[he whispered again, trying once again to touch the shattered crystal]
They- uh- whoever they were, they shattered it and- and I don’t know how to fix it or if I bandage it or-
[surge has to remind himself to breathe.]
Just- just don’t touch it, okay?
"how bad is it..?"
[Dorian asked his voice quiet]
"the.. the damage.."
… the shards from that crystal are on the bedside.
[he sat up, getting out of bed to gather them in his hands and hand them to Dorian.]
These were the ones I could get. Other than that, there’s a few bruises and that burn…
[Dorian treated the shards like they were something fragile(which they absolutely were NOT), carefully looking over them]
… can I get you anything? I- I might have pain pills, if you need them-
[he sighs.]
Please don’t ask why I have them.
"..pain pills would be helpful.."
[Dorian was clearly still in pain, as he asked for pain medication, but he didn't.. look like he was in pain.]
… yeah I’ll get it.
[he goes to his bathroom and returns a minute later with the bottle. He sits on the corner of the bed.]
How many?
"uh.. three."
[he told him, holding up three fingers]
[he pops them out of the bottle and hands them over to him.]
I’ve got water if you need help swallowing it, too.
"I think I'll be okay.."
[Dorian said, popping them into his mouth and swallowing]
Just… take it easy, okay?
[He cozies up to Dorian again.]
D’you know why they did all of this to you?
"because I wouldn't give them my soul.."
[there was a man outside of the tower, cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other.]
Light, you stupid fuckin’ bitch- you have one job, just do it!
[it finally lights and he relaxes against the wall, cigarette sticking out of his mouth. His hat was missing from its usual spot, instead, on the ground beside him. Two wolf ears picked up when Dorian got out of the building, and his eyes darted over.]
You.
- @texan-wolf
[Dorian was going to visit surge, he had told vox he was going to do some work across the city, so he could get out]
"why are you always at the tower? I have somewhere to be"
[Dorian said, trying to ignore him and keep walking]
Ah-ah-ah, pretty boy. That’s what he calls you, isn’t it? Stick around for a bit, we need to chat.
[he grabs one of Dorian’s wrists firmly. He had no intention of leaving him alone tonight.]
Where are you off to in such a hurry, hm?
"that's none of your business, is it?"
[Dorian said rather harshly, trying to yank his wrist away. When it didn't work, his crystals grew, sharpening slightly.]
Now, now, now, baby, that’s no way to talk to me, is it?
[his ears pin back, and there’s aggression behind his smile.]
I need to talk to you about your pretty little soul. Now, I know the offer for Surge is up and done, he’s been outta my hands for a while, but you’re more than welcome to request anything from me.
What do you want, Dorian?
"how.. do you know my name."
[Dorian asked, his crystals growing sharper and longer by the second. He was clearly ready to defend himself anyway he could if he so needed]
Sparky told me. He’s an asshole, but at least he tells me shit.
[he takes a drag on his cigarette and blows the smoke in Dorian’s face.]
So, again, what do you want?
"I want you to leave me alone"
[Dorian coughed, fanning the smoke away from his face]
Now, that ain’t very nice to say, is it?
[he tilts his head like a confused dog.]
Listen, and listen good, Dorian. I’ve got angelic weaponry now. I don’t believe you want to mess with that, do you?
[his hand slides to one of his guns- one that is clearly now angelic.]
"I'm still vox's best employee. He wouldn't like it if I was dead."
[Dorian said, staring at the gun]
You think he cares about his employees? You’re fuckin’ cute thinkin’ like that.
[he fiddles with the hammer, before his hand goes back up to take his cigarette out of his mouth.]
"Why can't you just leave me alone?"
[Dorian finally asked, finally looking back up]
[he took the cigarette and jabbed it into Dorian’s neck to put it out.]
Cause Im not gonna stop till I get your soul, pretty boy.
[Dorian let out a hiss, smacking the other demon's hand away]
"stop calling me that."
[he’s taken aback for about two seconds… before he shoves Dorian by one of the crystals.]
I don’t think I will, pretty boy.
[Dorian let out a cry of pain, before slapping his hand over his mouth, knowing that Harold would take full advantage of this.]
Oh?
That hurt?
Good. Let’s test that.
[harold shuffled around in his pockets for another cigarette, a hand shooting out to hold Dorian by the neck. He didn’t need Dorian getting away just yet.]
"Let me.. go.."
[Dorian gritted out, trying to squirm his way out of Harold's grip]
I don’t think I will, pretty boy.
[he shoved Dorian to the wall, leaning against him to keep him down as he grabbed his lighter.]
Stop squirmin’.
"They're.. sensitive.. you're gonna hurt them."
[Dorian said, trying to push Harold off of him]
Good.
[he lights the cigarette and takes a drag on it first before he shoves it into one of the crystals.]
[Dorian Cried out in agony, trying so hard to push Harold away, his hands trembling harshly]
[he grabs Dorian by the collar and shoves him to the wall.]
STOP SQUIRMIN’.
[he takes his lighter and holds it close to one of the crystals. He hasn’t lit it yet.]
"Then.. Stop!"
[Dorian panted out, clearly still in severe pain, his whole body remember]
[he flicks it on for maybe three seconds. He figures that’s enough. His hand goes up to dorians hair to tug.]
You should’ve listened.
[Dorian had to try hard to not cry out in pain again, gritting his teeth. He wasn't going to give Harold any more satisfaction of seeing him in pain]
[He tugs Dorian down to knee him in the face. Harold forces him to stay on the ground.]
Fuckin’ pathetic, waste of air, paper bag of a human.
"Just go away..."
[Dorian whispered, unable to stand up anymore. Not even trying to fight]
[he stomps on one of Dorian’s crystals, with as much force as he can manage, with full intention to shatter it.]
I’ll be seeing you in a week. I hope by then you’ll change your mind about your soul.
[Dorian let out a loud cry of pure agony, soon after, the pain became too much, causing the crystal covered demon to faint.]
[he spits on Dorian before he leaves.]
Fuckin’ pathetic.
[he’d been looking for Dorian for a while now. He knew he’d be here, so he’d put on a shitty disguise and a trenchcoat looking for him outside of the tower.]
Dorian?
[his eyes landed on dorian. It took him a moment, but he darted towards him once he knew it was Dorian.]
… Dorian!
[Dorian was completely still, one of his crystals was shattered, the pieces scattered around him]
Shit shit shit shit-
[he gathered the pieces in his hands. He was being so gentle about it. His hands were shaky.]
Dorian, please-
[He looked like he had been in a lot of pain. Surge knew that shattering one of Dorian's crystals took a LOT of force and pressure, so whoever did it, did it on purpose.]
[he looked around for a moment. Making sure every way, he wouldn’t be seen. He grabbed Dorian and stifled his electricity to avoid hurting him more.]
Up you go, Dorian- hang tight.
[Dorian instinctively leaned against surge, as if even while unconscious, he knew it was surge carrying him]
… hey, pretty boy. You’re in good hands.
[he rushes Dorian to surges own run down apartment and lays him down on his own bed. He puts the crystal shards on the nightstand next to Dorian and cozies up next to him.]
[he looked a lot more at ease when he was put on an actual bed and not just the cold floor in front of the vee tower. His body relaxed]
[he stayed beside Dorian for a while. He played with Dorian’s hair gently.]
You just have to wake up before Harold comes back, okay?
Please.
[Dorian did wake up eventually, making a noise of pain as his body remembered what happened]
Dorian!
[he holds Dorian’s face gently, being careful not to burn him.]
"Surge...?"
[Dorian whispered, his voice rough with sleep and pain]
"what.."
Oh, my pretty boy…
[surge clinged to Dorian tightly. His voice is softer than Dorian has ever heard it.]
I was so worried about you- do- do you need anything?
"My.. my crystals.. they hurt.."
[Dorian barely whispered, trying to bring his hand up to the crystal that was shattered]
I know, I know, baby…
[he moves Dorian’s hand away from it before he can touch it.]
Don’t do that, it’ll hurt more-
"what.. happened..?"
[his voice was quiet, barely awake]
Someone beat the shit out of you- do you remember what happened?..
[he held Dorian’s face again.]
"a.. a lighter.. cigarettes.."
[he said, leaning into surge's touch]
[he brushes the hair from Dorian’s face.]
Who did this?.. do you know their name?
"no.. they were.. tall."
[Dorian told him, his eye tearing up a small bit]
Nonononono, hey, hey hey-
[he wipes the tears from Dorian’s eye.]
It’s okay, it’ll be okay- I’m here…
"it hurts.."
[he whispered again, trying once again to touch the shattered crystal]
They- uh- whoever they were, they shattered it and- and I don’t know how to fix it or if I bandage it or-
[surge has to remind himself to breathe.]
Just- just don’t touch it, okay?
"how bad is it..?"
[Dorian asked his voice quiet]
"the.. the damage.."
… the shards from that crystal are on the bedside.
[he sat up, getting out of bed to gather them in his hands and hand them to Dorian.]
These were the ones I could get. Other than that, there’s a few bruises and that burn…
[Dorian treated the shards like they were something fragile(which they absolutely were NOT), carefully looking over them]
… can I get you anything? I- I might have pain pills, if you need them-
[he sighs.]
Please don’t ask why I have them.
"..pain pills would be helpful.."
[Dorian was clearly still in pain, as he asked for pain medication, but he didn't.. look like he was in pain.]
… yeah I’ll get it.
[he goes to his bathroom and returns a minute later with the bottle. He sits on the corner of the bed.]
How many?
"uh.. three."
[he told him, holding up three fingers]
[he pops them out of the bottle and hands them over to him.]
I’ve got water if you need help swallowing it, too.
"I think I'll be okay.."
[Dorian said, popping them into his mouth and swallowing]
