[And it's a few hours later, only after Dorian's made his delivery and Jon's checked there isn't anything missing that a reply comes.]
The Corruption. The fear of rot, decay, putrescence. Of toxic tendencies and whatever passes for love within a blackened heart. Your portrait is a monument to all that grips you with terror, Dorian. The Corruption would feast on you.
no subject
The Corruption.
The fear of rot, decay, putrescence.
Of toxic tendencies and whatever passes for love within a blackened heart.
Your portrait is a monument to all that grips you with terror, Dorian.
The Corruption would feast on you.