[ Nick doesn't reply to that; he just goes back to work, to do the things that he needs to get done in order for everything to be ready for Dorian. The thing about people with Dorian's...Dorianness - which is to say that portrait issue - is that magic is trickier with them, to make sure that the painting doesn't just absorb it.
For whatever reason.
By the time Dorian gets to the church, Nick is splay legged on the floor in front of the altar - which he preserved because fucking on the altar of the False God is still a thrill - in a circle of sacred geometry. He has a pile of books next to him, and there are small selection of candles in front of him. ]
Gray.
[He says it but barely looks up from the work he's doing.]
here is fine for the sake of my poor brain
For whatever reason.
By the time Dorian gets to the church, Nick is splay legged on the floor in front of the altar - which he preserved because fucking on the altar of the False God is still a thrill - in a circle of sacred geometry. He has a pile of books next to him, and there are small selection of candles in front of him. ]
Gray.
[He says it but barely looks up from the work he's doing.]