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There was an obvious air of disappointment about the man, as there always was when he found Harry to be missing from his gatherings. True, there were many other guests in attendance, but it was no secret that Dorian adored the lord’s company and hung on his every word. There was a palatable dullness in the conversation without his friend; one that he found almost unbearable.
He flitted about the party like a little bird, peeking into one conversation and flitting away before anyone could capture him, though many tried. It was only their longing for him to join them that kept Dorian amused at the moment. And so he continued to wander about, asking if they were enjoying themselves and fluttering off before any real conversation began.
The sound of someone at his door stirred some interest in him. He’d assumed everyone who would be arriving was already here. A late arrival only brought one face to mind and Dorian rushed to the door with a newfound burst of enthusiasm. He was surprised, though not entirely disappointed to see a face not belonging to his dear friend Harry, but a mutual companion of theirs.
“Duchess.” He smiled, a glisten appearing in his eyes that had been absent prior to her arrival, “You truly have brightened my evening with your arrival.” With one fluid motion he brought her hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss upon it. Perhaps now he could be amused. The Duchess was the only person he could imagine whose wits were close to those of Lord Henry. He would have to keep her by his side as often as possible or he was sure he might die from the dreary dullness that the party had about it until now.
arriving late AMUSED gladys. she does have a flare for dramatics so ; & henry would AGREE with that, not that she ever did listen to him. she loves arriving, & having all eyes on HER, on her wonderful french fashions & the stylish little feather on her hat, the one that her beloved maid had made her only days previously. she has not worn it out before, & the dress is new, lined with PEARLS & all things beautiful. she is, perhaps ( no, not perhaps, surely! ) the star of the party in all cases. except one. & that is when dorian is there. but she does not mind. he is QUITE the perfect thing.
a laugh past ruby-red lips. the kiss on her hand SEARS, & she feels eyes on them. of course, why shouldn’t she? she is a married woman, & here he is, kissing her hand so. but let them talk, let them GOSSIP. gladys loves being the root of their back-lash. she seeks adventure, FREEDOM.
❛ dorian, my dear! if i may say, you look absolutely DARLING. tell me, has harry abandoned you? oh, he is so unfair, leaving you unattended. ❜ she laughs a laugh that brought rome to RUINS. there is something about dorian, something she cannot put her finger on, & yet completely UNDERSTANDS. he may be older than her, older by quite the bit, but she still feels wiser. in her flirting, in her objective adoration-- he is nothing but a BOY. he lets henry whisper into his ear, makes the same mistakes gladys had NARROWLY AVOIDED. he’s foolish, & that is, perhaps, why she loves him so.
she slips an arm through his, her eyes alight with JOY, her lips curled up in her mischievous smile. ❛ & now that i AM here, then perhaps this party can truly begin. though, i am afraid, without our dear harry, our philosophical stimulation shall be naught. but we will find other ways, won’t we? ❜ she likes his view of the world. like a BOY’S. not as stained & ruined as gladys’ own.
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