#basilisms

i luv sweet potatoes

It sounds fun and spooky!

@basilisms Crystal glasses tinkle as they clink against one another, the champagne fizzes with each tap, protesting its being disturbed, and the laughter as crystal as the glasses. Pretty women with pretty faces, fresh perfumes – the older they get the heavier these scents, to mask the breath, the age. He takes it all in his stride however, kissing the wrinkled hand of wealthy women, letting his eyes rake over the young ones, feeling the burn of the eyes of boys and the breath of suspicion of their fathers. All very amusing, all lots of fun. Ever the gentleman. He excuses himself from present company and crosses the room, eyes on the table of champagne bottles – some open, some closed – and food. There he stands for a moment, shoving a little canape into his mouth as he fills his glass again. Really, someone ought to be doing it for him, but Dorian Gray knows a little about satisfying his own wants. He knows about slumming it. It is then that he catches a man a the door, a familiar profile, a familiar head of hair. And over he goes. ‘Dear Basil, fancy seeing you here, I should imagine it’s been quite some time since you showed your face, hm? You look like you haven’t seen the sun in over a year.’ Dorian, on the other hand, has, a golden glow to his skin.

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basilisms | STARTER CALL;

{ the man who painted Dorian }