he had been wondering about it --- fate & all the other concepts that link to it. thought about the chains that they bring about, as if they had been the weight encircling his wrists all along. actually, it was a different burden back then, easier to carry perhaps, but hurting just as much. what was he, twenty-seven? smoother around the edges, more cheeky, with nothing but time to kill & his own persona to despise. he remembers most fondly the times where he would share his brief & intense passion with an older warden with sharp features; kissing around the corners only when he would stop poisoning his nature ( a mage? no different than his own brother, and yet! ). but that was all there was left; the blight was killing him & dorian had been dead all the while, no reason behind keeping his own beautifully empty body to himself. although he had been calling his name times & times again between shaky breaths & muffled requests, dorian must have forgotten his name along the blurred lines of something so out of reach, impossible to keep between fingers.
the equal burden had presented himself at the feet of the inquisitor himself; fate didn't become kinder, but dean's features did. apparently, dorian thought, that was just not all there was left --- there was more, and it would have been there forever if he hadn't roughed his corners. ( wishing for more never stops. )
futhermore, fate brings us to the two figures standing, sharing the same oxygen & tiny bits of each other in-between sights. ❛ an old warden without his young mage brother? now this is news, ❜ dorian knows how to act surprised, and even though his ego pushes him forward, to enter the winchesters' quarters, he doesn't, staying in his place on the very entrance. he has been in that room times before this event & surely his body doesn't feel shy to act upon his feelings, but this feels more like an invitation thrown toward the older one rather than anything else, as if grey hues are just waiting for this figure to move and meet him halfway. a small victory, if nothing else.
❛ i should have come sooner, perhaps. i seldom have the chance to share some words with the other half. ❜ now he's just being cocky --- as a matter of fact, his lips betray him ( or, mayhaps, he's merely letting them ).
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