I'm very much a fan of backrubs and, um, petting my hair, my back: touch. Closeness. Kissing; I could kiss you for ages, I think. Or listen to you talk about things. N-not even supernatural things, just- music or movies or something. And, um...
I do like- [ just a little sheepish ] l-looking at you. T-the way I did earlier. It's- it's very good.
[ Jon immediately looks a great deal more enthused. He nods as he reaches down and carefully starts to pull off his shirt. There's some hesitance as he gets to the point of actually pulling it off, as he knows that the ribs missing make his chest look a bit odd and his waist even thinner than it ought to be and that the stab wounds never really look any better, but... at least there are a great deal less worm holes? ]
Should I- I mean, of course.
[ And he'll crawl onto the bed, turning to give Dorian a hopeful smile. ]
Oh, stop worrying, [ Dorian points out, shoving down any secret irritation at the fact that he was denied the handjob or blowjob opportunity and pushing it all behind a little grin of his own. He climbs up on the bed, positioning himself so that he's behind Jon. He starts to rub small circles on the man's back, trying not to think about what must have caused all those stab wounds. ]
The band was called Dorian Gray and the Hedonists because of course we were. And we were mod.
[ He will, at least, get to see the results of his work, a singular and unique shift in Jon. He's not, at least publicly, a terribly sensual person. He's got a personal space bubble a mile wide unless you are on a very small list of people he wants to fall over onto but even then, it's a very different thing from the languid relaxation and the soft sounds that slip between his breaths happening now. He almost sounds dazed as he notes- ]
Christ, I can imagine the haircuts now. Probably cut people with the line of your suits.
[ He says that with the utmost pride in his voice. You're getting a back rub from a cliche, Jon. Dorian saw the mod subculture and went full tilt into it. ]
We even had a confrontation with some rockers. Granted, that was mostly because the leader of the rockers turned out to be an extra-dimensional being that could whip the crowd into a frenzy, but that's the unique Dorian Gray spin on that nonsense.
You're ridiculous. A beautiful farce. I'm sorry I didn't get to see it.
[ He sounds so relaxed, all melted chocolate and whipped cream. Even if it's not sex, it's clear he's greatly enjoying this, having Dorian's hands on him.]
You told me about the rocker, though. And how you killed him.
Most of my stories end in murder, [ Dorian admits. He adjusts his position so that he can give Jon a shoulder rub instead, trying something new as he talks. ]
Halloween's coming up soon, isn't it? If we have a costume party, I know what I'll dress as.
[ Dorian continues rubbing circles on Jon's back, moving slightly so that he can lightly trail his fingers down the man's spine. ]
I don't think they're official? But Misty's so codependent they might as well be. Have you met Natalie yet? She just arrived. Admittedly, I know her best from that flood she showed up in, but I am keeping very quiet about that so as not to freak the poor dear out.
[ that flood she showed up in and that Misty IMMEDIATELY bothered Dorian about once the flood was over with questions about Natalie. ]
[ He makes a noise of annoyance at the mention of Misty. But Natalie- ]
I like Natalie. Gave her a pack of cigarettes and bought her a lighter. We listened to the Sex Pistols for a bit. Misty's already threatened me over her.
[ You've got an avatar of the Ceaseless Watcher in your bed, Dorian. You may just have to get Creative. ]
I don't need- I mean, I'm always up for more music but it was- it was just a moment to relax. I wasn't going to pop up with some last pressing edition of a song only produced in 1974 just for the novelty.
Technically... [ he breathes out slowly and keeps his eyes closed ] I could destroy my eyes. It would sever the connection with the Ceaseless Watcher. But...
It might also kill me. Since... what I am is all that keeps me from the End.
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[ Christ, this is awkward ]
I'm very much a fan of backrubs and, um, petting my hair, my back: touch. Closeness. Kissing; I could kiss you for ages, I think. Or listen to you talk about things. N-not even supernatural things, just- music or movies or something. And, um...
I do like- [ just a little sheepish ] l-looking at you. T-the way I did earlier. It's- it's very good.
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[ He is going to have to reconsider how the world works. ]
Then maybe we can lie on your bed and I can give you a backrub while telling you about...hell, I don't know, my old band?
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Should I- I mean, of course.
[ And he'll crawl onto the bed, turning to give Dorian a hopeful smile. ]
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The band was called Dorian Gray and the Hedonists because of course we were. And we were mod.
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Christ, I can imagine the haircuts now. Probably cut people with the line of your suits.
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[ He says that with the utmost pride in his voice. You're getting a back rub from a cliche, Jon. Dorian saw the mod subculture and went full tilt into it. ]
We even had a confrontation with some rockers. Granted, that was mostly because the leader of the rockers turned out to be an extra-dimensional being that could whip the crowd into a frenzy, but that's the unique Dorian Gray spin on that nonsense.
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[ He sounds so relaxed, all melted chocolate and whipped cream. Even if it's not sex, it's clear he's greatly enjoying this, having Dorian's hands on him.]
You told me about the rocker, though. And how you killed him.
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Halloween's coming up soon, isn't it? If we have a costume party, I know what I'll dress as.
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[ Those shoulders are sinking now too. He's very happy, really. ]
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She has a girlfriend?
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I don't think they're official? But Misty's so codependent they might as well be. Have you met Natalie yet? She just arrived. Admittedly, I know her best from that flood she showed up in, but I am keeping very quiet about that so as not to freak the poor dear out.
[ that flood she showed up in and that Misty IMMEDIATELY bothered Dorian about once the flood was over with questions about Natalie. ]
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I like Natalie. Gave her a pack of cigarettes and bought her a lighter. We listened to the Sex Pistols for a bit. Misty's already threatened me over her.
[ After a moment- ]
Keep doing that please, it's lovely.
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You can do better than the Sex Pistols. That's a cliche pick.
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Neither of us were... in the mood for anything special. Sometimes, the classics are good.
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This just means I need to introduce you to more music. You'll have more options that way.
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I don't need- I mean, I'm always up for more music but it was- it was just a moment to relax. I wasn't going to pop up with some last pressing edition of a song only produced in 1974 just for the novelty.
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[ He says the phrase 'fuck-up addict' like it's a compliment. ]
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Because you know that if she's here... It's a symptom. Not the problem. And you won't judge her for coping.
[ He closes his eyes again. ]
I used to view my situation like that. An addiction.
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We can quit. You can't.
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It might also kill me. Since... what I am is all that keeps me from the End.
I do... I do have an option.
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