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]

[That gives him pause. For a moment he just looks at Dorian.]

Do you know for sure that you were really dead? Maybe because you're immortal, Hell didn't open for you. Maybe that painting would need to be destroyed, too.

But I don't know. If you aren't going to become a demon, then... Even I don't know where the dead really go. As far as I can tell, every God from every religion exists... but they can't all be right, since they all make claims about the same things.

[...]

Do you remember anything? From when you were dead.

[brushoff]

[ There's a pause before Dorian talks. It's obvious that talking about this is HARDER THAN HE EXPECTED. ]

I thought it was a good decision. I sacrificed myself so a lost soul could finally find peace. [ He can't help but laugh at that, a short bitter laugh. ] She didn't deserve that peace and yet there I was, being the good Samaritan, so beaten down after being confronted by my demons that it was the only way out.

[ Another pause as Dorian steadied himself. ] I was trapped in my portrait, just me and my mistakes, looking back on all the people I had hurt, all the things that I've done. It was awful.

[abduxel]

[He listens, fascinated, quiet when Dorian needs to pause. He gives him a squeeze, comforting.]

That... Sounds worse than hell.

How'd you escape it?

[brushoff]

A convoluted means of escape that I don't want to talk about when our waitress is in earshot, [ he said, as the waitress returned with the drinks, sliding them on the table. ]

Get me alone and then you'll find out.

[abduxel]

Well, here's to getting Dorian Gray alone by the end of the night.

[He raises his shot glass in a cheers. After they knock them back,]

Were you stuck that way long?

[brushoff]

[ Getting Abduxel alone by the end of the night is right on top of Dorian's priorities right now.

Raising his glass in cheers, Dorian knocks back some of the drink as well. ]

It felt like an eternity. When I got out, imagine my shock that it had only been two years.

phone tagging at a party woops

[abduxel]

[He shakes his head at that idea. How awful.]

In hell I was only ever tortured a couple weeks at a time, and only when I got out of line.

[what a great date topic torture was.]

If you die again, maybe I'll be able to put in a good word for you downstairs.

Who was the lost soul you were trying to help out, anyway?

a+ on the html tho, i fuck that up whenever i phone tag

[brushoff]

Constance Harker.

[ Constance "walking trigger warning" Harker. and wow, Dorian sure is getting a bit shifty just at the thought of her. ]

thanks I tried really hard

[abduxel]

Someone you'd rather not talk about? Is she in the book?

/golfclaps

[brushoff]

She's not, [ said a bit too quickly, a bit too snappish. ] She's before the book. We met when I was younger.

[abduxel]

[Abduxel is torn between his undying, intrusive, all-consuming curiosity and his want to get laid. I mean, did it work, was her lost soul freed or whatever? But Dorian seems so testy about it like it's souring his mood. Mayday, mayday, emergency shutdown. That arm still around Dorian, he rubs at his side to try to bring his mind back to Now, pausing in his indecision. Quick, make a joke!]

Well, you know what they say, no good deed goes unpunished. This is why it's probably better just to be a sinner through-and-through. Not that I'm biased.

[brushoff]

[ He can't help but smile a little at that. ] You, biased? I could hardly think it.

[abduxel]

[Yes, it's working]

Right. I'm the most objective person I've ever met.

[brushoff]

It's part of the perks of being a demon. That memory thing, shapeshifting, utter objectivity.

[abduxel]

[He laughs along, subdued. He reaches over with his other hand, fingers under Dorian's chin to lift it and angle it towards himself, like someone inspecting a prime specimen at a dog show or something.]

And don't forget good taste.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian doesn't move, letting Abduxel move and angle his head. ]

I think you mean excellent taste.

[ And then, without missing a beat, Dorian leans in, attempting to kiss the demon. ]

[abduxel]

[He allows the kiss, and reciprocates in kind. The hand under Dorian's chin slides around the back of his neck and up into his hair; the one around his torso tightens, pulling him in. Yep, let's make out in a bar, no problem.]

[brushoff]

[ trashy, trashy make outs. Dorian wraps a hand around Abduxel's torso as well, while his other hand braces itself against the man's thigh. And yeah, he's still making out. ]

[abduxel]

[ The waiter had been about to return to ask if they wanted more drinks, when he notices what's happening. He's like oh, awkward and just leaves instead.

Abduxel notices, but doesn't react. He's busy, here.

Two trashy, morally degenerate immortals, just getting to know each other. This was important. Everything else can wait.

The fingers in Dorian's hair clench into a fist, gripping him rather roughly as they kiss. ]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian also notices and also doesn't react. Good. He doesn't want any distractions right now, not when he has Abduxel close, not when he has the other immortal right where he wants him.

As Abduxel grips his hair, Dorian's hand on his thigh clenches, gripping tightly onto the demon as he forces himself closer to him. ]

[abduxel]

[ He reacts well to that grip on his thigh, upping the intensity of his kissing, running his hand along Dorian's back.

After some time, Abduxel breaks the kiss, using his grip on Dorian's hair to pull the other man's head away just a few centimeters. Breathy and with a sly little grin, ]

Maybe we should go back to your place.

[brushoff]

Considering that I have an apartment all to myself now? I think we should. I can show you around the place and we can give some objects a test drive.

[abduxel]

[Before Dorian's finished speaking, Abduxel is tossing some crumpled bills in the table, uncounted and almost certainly excessive. As they hopefully exit the booth, he replies with a suggestive tone.]

Some objects? What do you mean?

[brushoff]

My new couch.

[ LET'S GO FUCK ON A COUCH, ABDUXEL. ] Or, a new mattress if that's more your style.

[abduxel]

[He barks a laugh, grabs Dorian by the hand to lead him out the door.]

We'll just have to try them both.