ic contact

[brushoff]

"Hello. This is Dorian Gray's cellphone. I can't talk right now. Don't forget to leave me a message. If you're interesting, I'll get back to you."

voice, video, text, action
[ certain threads in this post contain nsfw content (sex, blood, violence, etc.) so, you know, don't read them where Gramma can look over your shoulder. just kind of a blanket trigger warning for gore & body horror as well ]

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[abduxel]

A tried-and-true ability, it sounds like. Some of my scandal caught up with me. I guess I'm no good at it.

But as for men, I got around that issue by marrying a woman. Seemed to pull the wool over everyone's eyes.

[brushoff]

In modern parlance, they call that a beard, [ said with a smirk. ]

[abduxel]

[He grins.] A "beard." I like that. I was her beard, too. We were on the same page. Really was a match made in Heaven. [Good joke Abduxel]

[brushoff]

How delightfully modern of you to forget about love and marry for convenience.

[abduxel]

What about you?

[He leans forward, elbows on the table, hands under his chin. Nosy bastard.]

Marriage? Love?

[brushoff]

Love? Plenty. None of it lasted, however. [ There's a look that's borderline wistful on Dorian's face. ] Never marriage, though. It's just not my taste.

[abduxel]

How could it last, if you live so long when nobody else does? That's a problem I don't share, assuming I only wanted to seek out other demons. [He says it like that certainly isn't something he wants to do.]

[There's a pause, his eyes studying Dorian.]

But I find other people much more interesting. Like you, for example.

[brushoff]

[ Damn right he's interesting. Dorian's just lapping the attention up. ]

And do you want to know the really interesting part? You've only scratched the surface of just how interesting I am.

[abduxel]

[He laughs.]

Tell me about it, but I think I've got a better hint than you realize. You know, when we first met, I didn't guess at what you were capable of. But I guess every immortal will have to get his hands dirty eventually.

[brushoff]

I got my hands dirty before I realized the true nature of my immortality, [ said with a shrug. Dorian Gray: terrible person. ]

[abduxel]

You'd make a great demon, Mr. Dorian Gray. How many people have you killed?

[brushoff]

At least five? Maybe more like nine, does driving someone to suicide count as killing? [ It's obvious that Dorian's having a hard time remembering everything. A hundred years'll do that to you, buddy. ]

[abduxel]

[He whistles.] Apparently you're the wicked one.

[brushoff]

[ griiiiiiin ] I never said I was a saint.

[abduxel]

I guess that angelic face of yours fooled me.

[ He slides around the semi-circular booth, grabbing a menu from the table. A flimsy excuse to move beside him - there's more than one menu to use - but of course he has to hold just one of them open so that they can both read it. ]

What will Saint Dorian be having?

[brushoff]

[ As Abduxel moved beside him, Dorian couldn't help but take the opportunity to scoot closer to the man, cuddling up to him in the process, ostensibly to read the menu but really because Dorian's ridiculous and loves physical contact. ]

Can't go wrong with straight whiskey. And yourself?

[abduxel]

[Well he notices. He not-so-subtly slips an arm around Dorian's. Looks over at him.]

I'm a fan of tequila, myself. They call it the Devil's drink.

[brushoff]

Now you're buying into a stereotype, [ said with a small laugh. ]

[abduxel]

[He smirks, moving that arm to around Dorian's body now.] I'm just embracing my nature.

[He waves staff over, places the order.]

[brushoff]

[ He finds himself leaning more into the demon, really just enjoying this and his company. ] Funny, I think I've used that excuse plenty of times.

[abduxel]

[Pleased that he's being well-received, he keeps his arm tucked around the other man, cuddled up quite close.]

Is it really an excuse if it's the simple truth? God set out a path for us, didn't he? Of course we should follow it.

[brushoff]

[ He couldn't help but scrunch up his nose a bit at the idea of 'God.' ] You know, I used to believe there wasn't a god. But now that I'm getting drinks with actual demon Matthew Lin...it makes one wonder.

[abduxel]

You can call me Abduxel. That's my real name.

[He pulls Dorian against himself, essentially joking that he's protecting him with that strong arm, complete with a sly little grin.] Does it scare you to think there might be a god?

All of them are real. I haven't met him - not the Christian one. He's shy. But I've met others, some lesser gods. And, of course, the Devil himself. [...] Should have gotten his autograph.

[brushoff]

Abduxel... [ He says the name slowly, enjoying every syllable. But as for the question, ] Nothing scares me. I've seen things you wouldn't believe, been through ordeals you can't imagine. Besides, I'm already damned. If there is a god, I know my fate.

[abduxel]

[Abduxel's reaction when Dorian says his name is too obvious not to notice, especially considering how much they've leaned up against each other; the hairs on his neck and arms stand, and he bristles with a shiver down the spine. When it's done, he talks like it didn't happen.]

You traded your soul much like I did, but for smarter terms. Maybe you'll end up like me, if they ever manage to kill you. I'm sorry to inform you, though, that Hell really is a drag. [Shrug.] It's such a dreary, dark and boring place. And my god the heat. But, you know what? It really could have been worse. Eternal torture, for example? Never seen any evidence of that.