dorian
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
Tell you that you've been a good boy
"My trip was... enlightening, as expected." Dorian remarks, reaching out a hand that now bears a single ring to accept the wine. "Your hospitality is appreciated." He continues, glancing about Dahlia's room, both marking the few personal effects which reflect the new traits of his companion, as well as scrutinizing and evaluating it.
Despite feeling the magnetic pull between them—the churning cores of metal within their new bodies—Dorian moves toward the window where Dahlia's breath has left its mark on the pane. A smirk plays on his lips, a gesture that holds a delicate balance between cruelty and adoration. Tilting up his chin, the curve of which is outlined momentarily by a flash of lightning, he smiles, a gesture both cruel and adoring at once.
"How did you find your time?" He asks softly, his eyes somehow seeing more than just the storm beyond the glass.
Despite feeling the magnetic pull between them—the churning cores of metal within their new bodies—Dorian moves toward the window where Dahlia's breath has left its mark on the pane. A smirk plays on his lips, a gesture that holds a delicate balance between cruelty and adoration. Tilting up his chin, the curve of which is outlined momentarily by a flash of lightning, he smiles, a gesture both cruel and adoring at once.
"How did you find your time?" He asks softly, his eyes somehow seeing more than just the storm beyond the glass.
He'll rekindle all the dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
It took you a lifetime to destroy
