A Young Adonis

{Indie Semi-Selective Dorian Gray Ask/Roleplay blog}

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abusiive:

   Lucien snorted as he got up, moving with a lazy kind of grace    like he  always did as  he took the liberty  of holding back  the    door for his companion.

                “Aw, look at you, all grow up  and using your words.                   But seriously, enigmatic radiation? You make me                   sound like some kind of bomb.”

           "Who says being a bomb is a bad thing, you could kill millions with-              out effort, there are studies set forwards about you, novels written              about your inner workings. You take things to heart so often."

Dorian just slips through the door, waiting more than a little impatiently for the other blonde to lead the way once again.

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abusiive:

             He tried not to grin. Didn’t really work.

                   ”That’s the idea, right? Live life and die young. It’ll be beautiful,                      I promise, roses and jazz and something good to drink. The                      rest will answer itself when we get there, now come on, we’re                      burning moonlight.”

                 "Some days I wonder if I'll faint from all the enigmatic radiation                   coming off of you. Honestly, Lu. Will you ever be straight-forward?"

                           No like he exactly minds. But putting up a fuss is his sort                            of thing. He likes Lucien anyways, enigmatic or blunt. He's                            interesting, which is why he'll follow in toe.

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abusiive:

             ”Dorian  I’ve been  to funerals with more life  then those  events.                You’re going to shrivel up like King Lear, only there’s not going                 to be any Cordelia there to save you because at least he went                 out and got some every now and then.”

           "You're gonna get me killed one of these days with your shenanigans.             ------- And when you do you're going to make sure my              funeral is the best damn thing you've ever been to. Now,             where are you dragging me along to this time?"

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abusiive:

             ❝ So what? Ditch it, it’s not like                      you want to go, anyway. ❞

                 " I'd love to go but this is another dinner party.                   Hosted by my grandfather, Lu. Not happening."

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cervosx:

                                      Don’t think about it. 

Don’t  t h i n k.                                        Don’t think, don’t think don’t- it’s the mantra running through Jamie’s head as she wipes down tables, memorized motions she’s far from paying attention to.                                       She is hardly ever nervous, never one to fidget or                                       worry, but then again, she’s never done anything like                                       this. If she hadn’t met the other woman, she’s certain                                       she never would have. As it is, she’s chewing on her lip, taking orders and  trying not to let the fact that her heart’s beating out of her chest become apparent.                                       And then she’s walking in the door, more than a few                                       eyes drawn to her (and why shouldn’t they be?) and                                       Jamie can breathe again. She meets Ana’s eye                                        across the room, giving a small nod and a halfway                                        confidant smirk. Her hand reaches under her apron                                       subtlety, while the other woman sits down. Well, her job’s shit anyway.

She has no worry, has it down to a tee how to do these things. A few sets of eyes are on her as she walks in not that they have any reason not to be. The eyes of those watching nothing more than curious, as she sits right to the bar.

                                 She doesn't mind the look she gets when the drink she's                                  ordered is set in front of her, and gone in seconds. Few                                  gaze turn to all as the glass collides with the wall behind                                  the tender's head.

Heels click as the set on top of the bar stool she once resided in, and the .45 now in hand. Moreso in hand  and pointed at Jamie's horribly irritating boss. Deadpan.

                        "I honestly suggest you just put the fucking cash, in the                          bag that will soon be provided, unless you want a hole                          through your skull."

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abusiive:

  “We’re not going to be safe, I might slip and die. Still, living life     with precautions is just another kind of death. Haven’t you seen it?     They’re all around you, walking corpses enslaved in their own     puppet strings…really, how bad can a little elevated walk be in     comparison?”

                    He may have been making leaps to connect the dots, but somehow                     it still made sense. Lucien found himself entertaining it briefly though,                     the idea of leaving tonight. He thought about falling, and he wondered                     how easy it would be to land on his neck His bones would crumble,                     there’d be a blanket of red around him, maybe just maybe, it would                     seem just almost as if he were sleeping…how perfectly picturesque…

                                   But Lu willed himself back down to Earth this                                    time. He was very bitter about doing so.

       “I won’t tell your grandfather though, I don’t want to talk to him anyway.”         he continued, rambling as he headed down the hallways in search of         more steps to bring him closer to the sky. “He has a horribly pretensions         taste in libations, and I hope that bookshelf downstairs was just for display,         because almost everything on it was shit.”

        "Oh no, I guess. I guess dying is something that happens.          And it'll happen eventually. It's just... if he was to find out.          Let's say I'd much rather fall than let him know what we're          up to at this very moment."

                    And there it is. The persuasion one's beauty, both in looks and                      charm can have on another. Dorian's just semi-admitted to                      a near stranger something he's never uttered to anyone else                      he's ever met. Well, implications of something he'd never say                      to anyone else. He barely knows him, he knows a name, a face                      anything further and he's still enigmatic to him.

        "Would you do it? If you could avoid the consequences,           if you could leave everyone without heart break, would you?"

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abusiive:

                    “What, you mean in this place…? Of course not,                       I’ve never been before. But I’m going to…so are you.”

       It had been decided, now his mind was made up and that was quite final.        All of a sudden,  he had a destination that  wasn’t wandering,  it was up.       So with that in mind, as soon as he noticed a set of them in the corner of       his eye, Lucien turned to take the stairs, tilting his head over his shoulder       as he did so.

             “Also, it would’ve been less life threatening as a kid by the way.               The smaller you are, the more likely it is that you recover from accidents.                                    Children also don’t have the reflex to flinch or tense up yet,                                    it’s why they’re always the only survivors after wrecks.”

          "I-I don't think... that's not really a g-great idea.            My grandfather will have a fit... he doesn't allow            me to do such dangerous... And you could get hurt."

    There's the stuttered response back again, and the sudden urgency to      keep the other from hurting himself. They'd only just met, and it seems      slightly selfish, but Dorian would be rather upset if this was the very last      time they spoke to each other. He'd love to pry more into the mind of such      beauty that stood merely five inches away. Invisible rope in his hand,       leading him up the stairs to endeavor to the roof. A task he wouldn't have      even thought of yesterday.

                                "I suppose... if you can assure we'll both be safe, a-and                                  if you don't tell him. Then I'll oblige."

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abusiive:

                  “Wow, and here I thought cursing                         was invented by the English.                               Pardon my French then."

   He hadn’t known that Mr. Gray had children, yet alone a child that had a child,    as was apparent. He wondered if it was scandalous, it would seem a shame    to  waste  such a perfectly good  chance to have made one.  Then again, he    rarely paid attention to those who had status. They were always  too  dull or   too fabricated, neither which a thing that he  made time for, so really it  hardly   came as a surprise that he knew nothing.

                         “So, this is where you grew up then, right?                                …I bet you still haven’t climbed up to the roof.”

                  "Why would one want to? I-I mean it'd                     be dangerous. Especially as a, a little kid.                     I mean, y-you could fall. That wouldn't really                     end well."

    The highest place in the household he'd ever been was the attic, and he's      not too fond of that place anyways. He doesn't understand why one would      want to climb to the roof. You could get hurt, fall off. Even die if you stood       in the right place and fell. And besides, his grandfather would have his       head if he climbed to the roof anyways. The only upside to sitting on the       room would perhaps be the view of the stars. And dorian didn't even care       much for the stars anymore anyways.

                                "Have you?"

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abusiive:

     For  his entire life?  How absolutely dreadful that must’ve been.      Lucien quickly came to the conclusion that he’d rather die, but,      then again, that was also Lu. Half of the things he said weren’t      even of his own creation, merely election, and then, beautifully      sculpted onto his tongue with each repetition. Still,  something      involuntary  turned  repulsive  into  intriguing,  and  there  was      nothing better to keep in his company then a curious thing.

             ”I’d probably stutter too, if everything that came out of my mouth                was bullshit.” he told him, once again walking that strange line                between consolation and something more disparaging. It was a                lie also, because Lord knew he could spew anything with ease,                but this one didn’t. In face, Lucien got the feeling that he didn’t                know anything yet: that was going to change very soon.

   He started walking to somewhere that was essentially nowhere in particular,    and he didn’t  look over  his shoulder to  check that he was following, it was    merely something he wanted, and so he knew it would happen.

                                      “I’m Lucien by the way, so, who the hell are you?”

             "D-Dorian. My grandfather's hosting the party."

     It's a small mumble, and some part of him is dragging him along to       follow the enigmatic boy who had attended aforementioned party.      He wonders if the attendance was his choice, or someone else's.      And then he wonders if his following is of his own choice, or some      other folly part of his brain. He's been told his lack of genius before.      The foolishness he holds, the easy to break will he retains. But the      latter thought is fleeting though. Some momentary that he forgets it      only seconds later. He attempts to keep the other interested, as so      he does not send him off to attend to someone else.

                           "I don't mean to be, forgive me for my words but                             are you always so... vile tongued?"

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abusiive:

       He turned to them with precision, and a carefully crafted grin.        The urge to smile came naturally, but the way his lips curved        back over his teeth was cultivated in the moment. They were        stained red, and upon seeing his expression, Lucien wouldn’t        have had them any other color.

  Something about it  was utterly delicious,  though he didn’t  care enough   to find out what. He raised up his smoke to his mouth, wrapped around   the little white stick again  as he stood up and breathed  out the fumes.   That was discarded first inside of his wine, the short sizzle as the spark   turned  to ash  just audible,  and then,  he sucked  in  his cheeks for a   moment before spitting the carnage back to join the wreck as well. A fair   bit of blood went with the shards too of course, and soon the glass was   flooded  with  the  hue.  It  was  only then  after it  had been  completely   destroyed in the best way  Lucien  could’ve  managed  that he shoved it   gently into the other’s hand, cracked, broken, and with two different ways   to kill yourself slowly dumped down into the liquid.

             ”No, but thank you,” was the answer he got, politely given                as any could be.”But if you want to do something for me,                you can start  by not stuttering the next time you talk. It                sounds disgusting.”

       He takes it without word. Both the insult and the glass. It's strange        how one with such beauty can say such ugly things and another can        disregard it simply because of the other's beauty. It's strange, and        dangerous. Yet it seems nearly everything he wanted to try, and was        thus forbade to do is. There's something different about this boy though.        Something telling him this feat would be easier than anything else        he's been forbidden to do. Smoking leaves scent, alcohol leaves        drunk. How can a person be traced? How can one tell that you've        been with another? And how, how could something so beautiful be        bad for him?

                           "I can..." His words come out slower, in an attempt to                             destroy the told revolting noise he makes when he speaks.                            "An attempt can be... I can try. I've spoken w-with a                              stutter the entirety of my life. It's not easily... gotten                             rid of."

      He feels idiotic, attempted to not stutter just makes his words even       further disgusting as far as he thinks. One who speaks so slowly speaks       without a real end to their words. Dorian tries to make each moment       he speaks worth the stuttering, and as quick as possible. Stumbling       and slowing down seem more revolting than a simple stutter.

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        The night seemed to drag  on indefinitely, the polite chatter,          the  idle  way  of  the  world as they’d  move  with  gravity’s          influence to guide their  lives.  Part  of  him  found it quaint,          the whole simply perfect and charming in it’s own ironic way,             but, laughing silently at a room bourgeois pigs would only             suffice so far as entertainment.

     He’d  been told  specifically  to behave tonight,  so of course,      Lucien was currently plotting the best way to not do so.  For      the moment, that included the blood on his lips,  the  crystal      in  his  mouth,  that  iron  taste.  In  one of his  hands was a      broken wine glass, in the other  was  a  cigarette,  and  he’d      keep staring down those who averted their eyes and passed      by without so much as a common decency.

              It was wonderful, Lu simply loved it to death. How easy it was to               make a scene, without ever having  to  w a s t e  a single word…

         Best behavior kind of party. Not that Dorian had to be           told twice. Any words out of his grandfather's mouth           were seldom disobeyed, with good reason. Rebellion           was not to be tolerated in his grandfather's house and           many things were considered rebellion in his eyes.

                                But surely assisting an injured guest under                                 their own roof could not count as rebellion.                                 If anything it was considerate, no?

       "Y-your lip. It's, um. Y-your mouth is b-bleeding.         D-do you need a napkin?"

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abusiive replied to your post:ok no but before i reply to that i want abusiive...

I CAN’T TELL IF THIS IS YOU’RE WAY OF SAYING THEY’RE GOING TO GET HIGH OR LU IS GOING TO TAP THAT ASS TONIGHT BC THAT FACE COULD BE EITHER???

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ok no but before i reply to that i want abusiive to know why i'm using the other fc instead of main fc and that's because this icon will come in handy soon;

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when your roleplay partner responds to a thread with something angsty as hell

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if any of you are curious my top five favorite films are;

blue is the warmest color

kill your darlings

fight club

kill bill v.2

kill bill v.1

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innoxiousx:

                                   ”What an absurd idea, Dorian. You’re                                     not going anywhere, so I’ll be sane                                     as ever.” Which is to say, not very much at all. Sibyl offers her prince a small smile. Doesn’t want him to think she’s still upset.

                          "And I, as sane as well."

Not that he was ever down to earth enough to be considered sane before what had happened, happened.

                          "Ah, I should inform you that I won't be home for                            dinner. The theater's directer wishes to speak with                            me about my classical pieces. Do not expect me                            home until late or even tomorrow."

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innoxiousx:

                                   ”…I do suppose you could be right.                                    I’m being silly again, aren’t I?” She knows she’s not, but why argue with him? As long as she pretends that there’s nothing wrong, nothing will be.

                       "Of course you are, my love. What                         would you do without me? Drive                          yourself insane with worry, I suppose."

She'd probably be better off without him, but of course Dorian doesn't like that idea. So it's not going to happen soon.