Every Imperfection ~ Thomas & Basil
@ofjustinian
The artist was in shock, his mind still trying to process what has just happened. Fingers occasionally reached up to brush over his lips, recalling the memories of Dorian’s party. He’d never expected...not that he hadn’t wanted...
Oh, god...how he’d wanted!
But not like that. Not as a conquest...not as some trifle to make him forget about the painting. That DAMNED painting! Why was the other being so stubborn about the whole thing?! He couldn’t think straight...needed a good drink and a friendly ear. So Basil headed to the place where he was at least certain of the friend...if not the drink.
As he strode up to the apothecary’s store, the dark-haired man knew how out of place he must look in his party finery, but he didn’t care. Reaching for the door, it opened, and he stared for a moment in surprise at Thomas Clayton - the friend he’d come to see...and the owner of the shop in question.
“T-thomas...my apologies for appearing on your doorstep so late. Something’s h-happened and I...well, I suppose I needed someone to talk to...to help me make sense of...” He shook his head. “I’m not entirely certain I’m thinking clearly. Do you have time tonight to t-talk with me tonight...?”
