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#( sorry i haven't been here for 84 years uhh )#( i'll come back soon )

[ dyson ]

❝ …and it seems you still like to play cryptic games — how exactly am i lying to myself, dorian? ❞

❝ the world has tamed you -- no -- you have tamed yourself. there have been moments, like our tryst in the bar, but -- tame. ❞

#hxwlin #{v: fracture}

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❝ you lied to me. ❞

immorxal

❝ you speak as if you are appalled. lies are grey on the moral scale. but dyson, old friend -- you are pitch black. you are far worse than me by lying to yourself. ❞

#hxwlin #{v: fracture}#[ boom ]

{ dyson }

❝ why? ❞

❝ you always had to spoil the fun with your morbid questions, dyson. ❞

#hxwlin #{v: fracture}#[ he knew the whole time ok ]#[ also fuck u ]

{ familiar gruff }

❝ i remember you now. ❞

❝ -- were you drunk in the art exhibition, too? ❞

#hxwlin #{v: fracture}#[ classy men ]

walkeverystep

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❝ careful, miss. scarlett. wouldn't want any dirt on that dress now, would we? ---- or you'll have to get some fool to buy you three more. ❞

#walkeverystep #{v: modern day man}#[ hEY BOO ]

toothwillrend

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❝ ---- mr. chandler! quite unexpected. i would have dressed for the occasion you had given me prior warning. ❞

#toothwillrend #{v: of the time}

franklinfactory-blog

#re: the devils wear #[ sO dorian ]

{ a woman with questions }

▀✰ ▄ Fay isn’t too sure how to approach the man, murder cases were usually met with hostility and an averted gaze. But she noted he seemed too preoccupied to care. A smile forms on her worn lips as she mentally tries to stop herself making a pun. "It is actually, lives are on the line, so if you could drop the attitude it would be helpful.” She pauses, deciding using a cipped tone would have the most effective. "I need to know where exactly you were two days ago at around midnight?”

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with great reluctance he rises from the bench, grabbing a navy towel to pat his glistening chest and then to his face. once his blue hues are uncovered, he locks them with the dark set in front. a tone that is rid of sarcasm, yet conveys a playfulness which is hard to not take as a truth is heard when he gives his alibi.

❝ i arrived at a party of sorts at exactly fifty minutes past nine in the evening. ---- i shall not tell you what sort of party. but this party was in hertfordshire, far from any london murder scene. i stayed until half past two in the morning, and then i was driven back home. ❞

dorian's hands rest upon his hips, and an eyebrow flicks upwards at the woman. he was challenging the other, ready for anything else she could ask.

#aurxr #{v: modern day man}

{ arthur jimmy branham }

caution finds itself in his posture, in his gaze, and while he’s practically screaming dangerous, that uneasiness curls his lips into something like a smile, gentle, innocent yet absolutely full of secrets. they all had them.

“pleasure to meet you mr. gray——— are you sure you want me of all people as company to keep?”

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❝ certainly. ❞

for only seven minutes they walked, until he stopped in front of the large ivory palace that stood on the left of the london street. just hidden away by the trees but still in enough view to be marveled at. dorian unlocks the large white door and beckons the man inside with a cocked head, entering in front of arthur and drifting to the lounge with a selection of red wines set upon the glass table.

❝ you may not drink until you have removed your jacket, mr. branham. ---- i cannot have you in my home unless you treat it like your own. ❞

#brokenmagxc #{v: modern day man}

{ dr. henry jekyll }

Henry had not meant anyone in particular when mentioning the company he had kept at the feast. He was deeply fond of his friend although some of his childish tendencies did manage to make him feel rather frustrated. The wine is mentioned and as the Doctor approaches his friend’s chair the rich smell begins to crawl up his nostrils. " …Dorian, my dear friend, you are beyond drunk.” There is a small pause as Dr. Jekyll offers a warm almost brotherly smile to the ( seemingly ) younger fellow. “I fear any conversations we might have while you’re in this state might prove to be rather… Pointless.” He speaks softly. There’s something almost motherly about Henry. A calmness and patience that many did not own. “Perhaps you should sleep.”

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to suggest that the boy needed sleep was to imply that he had burned out his potential as good company. dorian wouldn't stand for that -- and he saw it as a challenge. rising up from his seat, shaking his head with one of his charming smiles, a heavy hand pats the man's chest, the other finding it's way to his back. he now spoke gently, a soft hum that tried to assure the man that his words were advice.

❝ now I believe I have been an awful host. ---- To not even offer you a drink? be seated henry, please. ❞

his hands and his words guided the other to sit upon the white sofa. turning around to the table in the center, his back conceals his actions. dorian pours the pale-yellow wine into the twin gold-beaded venetian glasses. a small mistake on his own share, as a droplet manages to trickle down the side of his glass. now facing henry, his thumb between his lips as to not waste the drop, he hands the wine to his friend, then grabs his own glass.

❝ and shall we touch glasses? do you wish to toast to anything? ❞

#violentliving #{v: of the time}

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The 6th gif in your gifs folder will be your muse's reaction to being asked on a date.

immorxal

#[ he's like bitch whaaaat i haven't loved for decades are you mad ]

{ dr. henry jekyll }

The doctor followed the younger man into the room with a furrowed brow, quietly shutting the door behind him as he shook his head lightly at Dorian. “Now it wasn’t that bad. Jonathan may not provide the most entertaining feasts, but the company was quite pleasant.” Henry rarely spoke illy of anyone. He had been taught to avoid conflict. To avoid angering anyone or offending them. This wasn’t necessarily a good trait. ”You seemed quite entertained.”

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his tired eyes perk up as henry spoke of the pleasant company, and the younger man was almost certain that was a kind word in his direction. well, he should hope so. dorian thought the rest of their company to be exceedingly dull, with even jonathan failing to match expectations -- which were rather low to begin with.

❝ i was entertained by nothing other than the wine. ❞

a failed stifled laughter escapes as a childish giggle. as much as he considered himself a young man, those around him still saw him as a boy when drunk. his features appeared young as he laughed, and he looked up at the older man, speaking behind a few fingers that tried to hold back more giggles.

❝ oh do sit down henry! ---- this house is too expensive to look untidy. ❞

#violentliving #{v: of the time}#[ oh no drunk dorian ]

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❝ quite a bore wasn't it? jonathon has never been a good host. ❞

he doesn't bother to close the door behind him, and with stiff and tired legs he makes his way to his armchair and slumps into it.

❝ and it was such a long affair. ---- it feels like an ungodly hour. ❞

#violentliving #{v: of the time}

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jung typology test;

immorxal

SUBJECT: Dorian Gray

Result: ESTP

Introvert: 67%

Sensing: 1%

Thinking: 25%

Perceiving: 11%

TEST HERE: (x)

#{headcanon}#[ i tried ]

{ mr. rumancek }

” — well, if you say so.”

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❝ i jest, of course. i'm just not a fan of a wet floor. awfully slippery. ---- not that we have to worry about injuries. ❞

#txrning #{v: modern day man}

{ zayn sinclaire }

❝oh. yes, uh- sorry sir.” ❞

zayn’s nerves began to unfold themselves, as they rarely ever did, being the interviewer which usually meant he had the upper hand, but not in this case. the man was overly intimidating and his presence was somehow frightening. no man had ever really had this effect on him, not even one’s he felt attraction towards.

❝ lets start with a summary of what you are.

something brief, just so i can get a better idea. ❞

he’d come here knowing little about the other, only a few facts from the man who’d sent him to dorian. after putting his class down in it’s original station, he retrieved a small notepad from his pocket and a black Biro, the only equipment needed really.

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as the interview officially started, he sighs just lightly enough to be off-putting. dorian loved to talk about himself these days, but it all seemed to lose its appeal when put into an almost scripted throw and catch fashion. now back into his horizontal position on the sofa, he puts his hands behind his head and looks to the ceiling.

❝ a creature of d e s i r e. i have been so for over a century now. you can imagine it to boring, to live for as long as i have. ❞

his blue hues trail down from the ceiling, his body shifting slowly and the silk opens up loosely to expose his chest a little more. a sultry smirk upon his ruby lips.

❝ ---- but there is always something new to try. ❞

#zayn-sinclaire #{v: modern day man}

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