[ She gives him a long look, clearly not believing this. There were powers to getting around the sun, but. Whatever. She was secure in his patheticness, which made her current state seem slightly less horrifying. Even as she sprawls back out on a floor pillow, in her blanket fort, and takes a chug of vodka while lying on her back.
Fair warning, I'm going to sound completely desperate. [ Which Dorian knows April will make fun of him for. He deserves it, though. And really, if her making fun of him makes her feel better, he's up for that. ]
1986, Whitby. We met at a costume party. I knew almost everybody there but I didn't know him. Even from a first glance I could tell Toby was wonderful. He looked like he got dressed in the dark, Marty McFly or so he claimed. But I could tell there was something special about him right from the moment I saw him. I chatted him up, brought him a drink...and then he brushed me off. He told me I was nothing special. [ It's truly amazing how nostalgic Dorian looks when he's telling this story. ]
Well, I'm stubborn enough to get what I want, so I worked my way into Toby's social circle. We met again, I was rebuked, again. The third time though, we met up, I went back to his place, and we had an...eventful night.
[ Toby nommed on a girl right in front of Dorian and scared the shit out of him. ]
By the end of the night, we had both come to an understanding that we'd be good for each other. I don't know whether I wore him down or I finally proved myself to him, but those months afterward...God, they were so wonderful.
[ Dorian was dressed as Adam Ant. He's even more pathetic. ]
He got ported in after I had a disastrous string of lovers. [ well, after Yuri and Dio. Kate wasn't disastrous, it was just more 'why were they dating in the first place.' Abduxel was awesome until Dorian broke it off by being an ass and having Tobias Matthews tunnel vision. ]
We had just recently, ah, made up back home, so our relationship was on shaky footing then. [ Toby got brought back from the dead due to magic tarot cards. ] We gave each other space here at first, because he didn't want to disturb the life I made for myself. I, however, desperately wanted him to disturb that life, so it should come as no surprise we ended up back together.
You're a tragic romantic, Dorian. Good job. I...mm. Wouldn't have bet that.
[ But she's happy to be surprised- that was the point, after all. If life was half as predictable as April cynically proclaimed it was, there wouldn't be any fun in living. She'd just take a Polaroid, write her predictions out, and throw herself into a river. ]
Only for certain people! [ he responded with a teasing little smile. Or, at least, only for Toby. Mostly for Toby. Has he told April about just how awesome Toby is, he could do that all day.
But not right now, back to drinks. ] I can make you a gin and tonic if you want something that doesn't taste like you're drinking bleach.
I don't think you know what gin and tonic tastes like.
[ She would have thought the opposite would be true, that hearing about ~happy~ in other people would just piss her off but...god. She was the most pathetic of them all. It made her feel a little better, that the porter hadn't declared a full war against love. She wanted...
Hm.]
I want- you. Grey. Promise me a boon or whatever. Now, when I'm pathetic, too.
[ Because Will is coming back, no question. It will just have to wait until he comes back from the dead after April kills him for vanishing in the first place. ]
[ said with a big grin on his face. And glad that she has faith because Dorian would not know what to do if April believed Will wasn't coming back (which for him, is a valid possibility) ] The question now is, Heropa or Maurtia Falls?
In that case, barring Toby obviously, you're the best muse I've ever had. Certainly nobody else in the pantheon of my terrible inspirations has pushed my arts and crafts side like you have.
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Date: 2015-10-26 03:53 am (UTC)Like an adult.]
Tell me how you met. All that stupid stuff.
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Date: 2015-10-26 04:03 am (UTC)1986, Whitby. We met at a costume party. I knew almost everybody there but I didn't know him. Even from a first glance I could tell Toby was wonderful. He looked like he got dressed in the dark, Marty McFly or so he claimed. But I could tell there was something special about him right from the moment I saw him. I chatted him up, brought him a drink...and then he brushed me off. He told me I was nothing special. [ It's truly amazing how nostalgic Dorian looks when he's telling this story. ]
Well, I'm stubborn enough to get what I want, so I worked my way into Toby's social circle. We met again, I was rebuked, again. The third time though, we met up, I went back to his place, and we had an...eventful night.
[ Toby nommed on a girl right in front of Dorian and scared the shit out of him. ]
By the end of the night, we had both come to an understanding that we'd be good for each other. I don't know whether I wore him down or I finally proved myself to him, but those months afterward...God, they were so wonderful.
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Date: 2015-10-26 04:41 am (UTC)But, god. Marty McFly. That was a twisted kind of sexy. ]
And here?
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Date: 2015-10-26 04:48 am (UTC)He got ported in after I had a disastrous string of lovers. [ well, after Yuri and Dio. Kate wasn't disastrous, it was just more 'why were they dating in the first place.' Abduxel was awesome until Dorian broke it off by being an ass and having Tobias Matthews tunnel vision. ]
We had just recently, ah, made up back home, so our relationship was on shaky footing then. [ Toby got brought back from the dead due to magic tarot cards. ] We gave each other space here at first, because he didn't want to disturb the life I made for myself. I, however, desperately wanted him to disturb that life, so it should come as no surprise we ended up back together.
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Date: 2015-10-26 04:57 am (UTC)[ But she's happy to be surprised- that was the point, after all. If life was half as predictable as April cynically proclaimed it was, there wouldn't be any fun in living. She'd just take a Polaroid, write her predictions out, and throw herself into a river. ]
So I owe myself a drink.
[ Good thing she has all this vodka ]
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Date: 2015-10-26 05:02 am (UTC)But not right now, back to drinks. ] I can make you a gin and tonic if you want something that doesn't taste like you're drinking bleach.
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Date: 2015-10-26 05:06 am (UTC)[ She would have thought the opposite would be true, that hearing about ~happy~ in other people would just piss her off but...god. She was the most pathetic of them all. It made her feel a little better, that the porter hadn't declared a full war against love. She wanted...
Hm.]
I want- you. Grey. Promise me a boon or whatever. Now, when I'm pathetic, too.
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Date: 2015-10-26 02:49 pm (UTC)But alright. What boon shall I promise?
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Date: 2015-10-26 11:27 pm (UTC)[ Because Will is coming back, no question. It will just have to wait until he comes back from the dead after April kills him for vanishing in the first place. ]
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Date: 2015-10-27 12:02 am (UTC)[ said with a big grin on his face. And glad that she has faith because Dorian would not know what to do if April believed Will wasn't coming back (which for him, is a valid possibility) ] The question now is, Heropa or Maurtia Falls?
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Date: 2015-10-27 12:25 am (UTC)[She just wanted to see the pathetic in person.]
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Date: 2015-10-27 01:42 am (UTC)[ it's gon be soooo pathetic ]
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Date: 2015-10-27 09:43 pm (UTC)[ She takes another big vodka swallow, the lack of a cough after maybe hinting at a life with slightly too many of these nights in it.
But this was a good distraction. Something to look forward to, someone agreeing Will's return was just a matter of time. ]
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Date: 2015-10-27 11:22 pm (UTC)[ said in a teasing tone as he went for more of the wine. ]
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Date: 2015-10-27 11:23 pm (UTC)[ Work, Dorian? Please. You can do that. Even if she wasn't in misery, you can do that. ]
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Date: 2015-10-28 02:16 am (UTC)and nooooo, he don't wanna do work, April. ]
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Date: 2015-10-29 03:28 am (UTC)[ She's in mourning, man. Not suddenly humble. ]
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Date: 2015-10-29 03:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-29 11:28 pm (UTC)[ But eventually. ]
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Date: 2015-10-30 12:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-30 12:59 am (UTC)[ Don't worry, Dorian. She's making an honest effort on the vodka, but by the time it's empty she will be sleeping in his lap. ]
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Date: 2015-10-30 01:02 am (UTC)[ hey, at the rate he's going with this wine, it's gonna be a cuddle party in the blanket fort ]
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Date: 2015-10-30 01:06 am (UTC)The count down started. Figure it out. Or get inspired.
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Date: 2015-10-30 01:29 am (UTC)In Dorian's defense, like half of that bottle of wine is GONE. ]
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Date: 2015-10-31 07:34 pm (UTC)Nice acceptance of fate. Pale. But nice.
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