[ Nick looking interested makes Dorian even more interested. So, he knew enough about Jon to know about his power? Small world. Nick gets a nod of confirmation at his statement. ]
He doesn't know. Sims takes...a rather hands-off approach with me. Truth be told, I think he's a little scared of me.
[ Something that Dorian is just super pleased by. ] I don't mind. I find him interesting.
Well this you should be able to keep from him. You could tell him you know where my library is, but he won't be able to pull the information out of you.
[This is a true level of trust. If Dorian breaks it, Nick will ruin his life.
He holds his hands out, and the words come out in fast, rapid-fire Latin; the incantation makes the circle lift off the ground, until the energy is floating about three feet off the ground.
Nick overlaps his hands, and says the spell again, and the energy rushes towards Dorian.]
[ Dorian watches all of this with a look of rapt interest on his face. As the magic starts and the energy floats off the ground, Dorian's body remains perfectly still while his eyes dart from point to point, trying to take in as much of the scene as he possibly can. ]
And unlike me, he's not durable enough to take a hit when that magic decides to bite back. Not that yours will, of course, [ Dorian quickly interjects. ] But I've seen his scars.
[ Dorian does so. When the candles snuff themselves out, Dorian looks around. He makes a small noise of approval before looking over to where he hopes Nick is. ]
If this is part of the magic, I hope we can have a little bit of fun in here afterwards. A pitch black room offers so many possibilities.
[He says it cheerfully enough, and then he reaches and takes Dorian by the hand. Nick has a hand of glory, which doesn't help Dorian much, but it doesn't matter. This is part of the spell.]
[He says it, and laughs. A door opens, and he guides Dorian through, and then he takes the candle out of his hand of glory, and the light of it illuminates the room.]
I just know how to get to places.
[They won't have to do this each time. Just the first; Kavinsky's charm already let Dorian in.]
[ Once the room is illuminated, Dorian blinks a few times before looking around to inspect his surroundings and take in the ins and outs of how this new library looks. After all, he suspects he'll be spending more time down here. ]
Mmm, pity. There's so much potential with the idea of seeing in the dark. [ Voyeurism? Sensory deprivation? Just plain really creepy sex? Hell yeah, load him up with that shit. ] Which isn't a slight on you, my dear Nick. It's just yet another way in which this place offers me so many new possibilities.
[He looks around, and there's a chair - big, and squashy, the leather old and spelled to stay clean, which is mostly because Nick likes to have sex anywhere he wants and he doesn't want to have to clean leather.
He tips his head a little.]
Or maybe you don't.
Maybe you're the opposite. You want it to get deeply kinky.
Scratch, I'm Dorian Gray. I invented deeply kinky.
[ said with a wide grin on his face. Okay, so 'invented deeply kinky' might be an understatement, but Dorian is certainly the sort not to turn away any fun kinks. ]
And I wouldn't know what a hand of glory was even if it bit me.
[ Taking the hand of glory, Dorian looks it over. And, one does, the moment Nick says that they smell, Dorian moves his nose towards the plant in order to smell it. ]
If it's a plant where you come from, how is it here? Are you just that lucky?
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He doesn't know. Sims takes...a rather hands-off approach with me. Truth be told, I think he's a little scared of me.
[ Something that Dorian is just super pleased by. ] I don't mind. I find him interesting.
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[He tips his head just a little to look at Dorian, his mouth slightly pleased.]
He's easy to scare. He's afraid of books.
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Tell me if he ever does something silly like that again. I've got a few things I can threaten him with to set him straight.
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Don't move for a second.
[As he starts tracing, he speaks.]
Sims has no real sense of self-preservation.
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He really doesn't. But he's interesting—his entire Archives is. I want to poke at it and pry it open until I find out how those things really work.
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Well this you should be able to keep from him. You could tell him you know where my library is, but he won't be able to pull the information out of you.
[This is a true level of trust. If Dorian breaks it, Nick will ruin his life.
He holds his hands out, and the words come out in fast, rapid-fire Latin; the incantation makes the circle lift off the ground, until the energy is floating about three feet off the ground.
Nick overlaps his hands, and says the spell again, and the energy rushes towards Dorian.]
He plays with magic he doesn't understand.
[He says it as if he didn't just cast a spell.]
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And unlike me, he's not durable enough to take a hit when that magic decides to bite back. Not that yours will, of course, [ Dorian quickly interjects. ] But I've seen his scars.
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[Once he does, all the other candles go out, and it turns black dark in the church.]
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If this is part of the magic, I hope we can have a little bit of fun in here afterwards. A pitch black room offers so many possibilities.
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[He says it cheerfully enough, and then he reaches and takes Dorian by the hand. Nick has a hand of glory, which doesn't help Dorian much, but it doesn't matter. This is part of the spell.]
I like fucking surrounded by books.
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Shall we do it now or is there still more magic to be done?
[ Dorian's impatience is VERY obvious. ]
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We're not at the library yet.
[He's taking him down a flight of stairs, now, step by slow, agonizing step.]
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[ Dorian's taking the steps as slow as Nick is, though it's obvious he'd rather they both go a little bit faster. ]
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[Because he absolutely, totally can. Well, as long as he's holding a hand of glory, he can, anyway.]
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[ Both for kinky purposes and 'having trouble judging the length of a staircase' purposes. ]
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[He says it, and laughs. A door opens, and he guides Dorian through, and then he takes the candle out of his hand of glory, and the light of it illuminates the room.]
I just know how to get to places.
[They won't have to do this each time. Just the first; Kavinsky's charm already let Dorian in.]
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Mmm, pity. There's so much potential with the idea of seeing in the dark. [ Voyeurism? Sensory deprivation? Just plain really creepy sex? Hell yeah, load him up with that shit. ] Which isn't a slight on you, my dear Nick. It's just yet another way in which this place offers me so many new possibilities.
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[He looks around, and there's a chair - big, and squashy, the leather old and spelled to stay clean, which is mostly because Nick likes to have sex anywhere he wants and he doesn't want to have to clean leather.
He tips his head a little.]
Or maybe you don't.
Maybe you're the opposite. You want it to get deeply kinky.
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[ said with a wide grin on his face. Okay, so 'invented deeply kinky' might be an understatement, but Dorian is certainly the sort not to turn away any fun kinks. ]
And I wouldn't know what a hand of glory was even if it bit me.
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It's a plant, where I come from. You hold it, and light a candle in it's palm, and only you can see the light from the candle.
It's kind of gross, though. They smell like rot. You smell it if you light the candle.
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If it's a plant where you come from, how is it here? Are you just that lucky?
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[Nick finds the entire notion of being able to survive an angel's arrow to the throat almost too strange to reason with. But he saw it happen, so.]
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Even in my world I've met people just as strange as myself. And in Duplicity? What I thought was outstanding turns out to be commonplace.