Appearances Can Be Deceiving

Dorian Thorne Still temperamental, still immortal Please ignore the mess; it's just my latest nervous breakdown.

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Consequences | Dorian & Maria

[younglectors]

Maria was one of the lucky ones, the order and all those random societies that took over liked her a lot, she was taken care of at that point with anything she needed. Though they weren’t aware their little doll was doing them harm from under the radar, she was a writer and a dangerous one for governments at that. Getting info at meetings where she pretended to be a ditz she wrote most everything up on her blog for the rebels, some hard copy publications were handed out as well, her alias kept her identity safe while the order had people looking for her.

Waking in her neighborhood she looked around nervously the streets were oddly empty and that brought on plenty of fear for what was to follow. Looking at the houses that were cookie cutter homes for the ‘behaved’ individuals that managed to play the game with the leaders and were winning.

Walking from her house to visit a friend at some café to talk and enjoy themselves in the brisk evening. Dressed up in jeans and red top she was trying to avoid eyes and any one that dared to try to mess with her. Ducking into an alley she froze seeing a man sitting down looking like he knew all the world’s sorrows. Moving a little closer she knelt inf ront of him, ‘sir are you alright?” she didn’t know why she was asking but her wolf side was telling her to do so, ‘Its alright, I’m Maria, who are you?”

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Lately Dorian's reaction has been to immediately go for his gun. As he looks up at this girl though (if indeed that's what she is; it's hard to tell these days) he doesn't think that she means him any harm. Or perhaps he just doesn't care if she does. He shakes his head as she moves closer. Doesn't she know that it's dangerous to be wandering the streets? Doesn't she know that there are people out there who would kill her?

He stares at her looking normal and going about her life and feels a moment of burning jealousy. It passes and he looks away. He'd wanted to be left alone so he could mope, but not that the girl is there, he finds himself grateful.

He gives her a weak smile. "Hi Maria. My name is Dorian." He sighs and shrugs. "As for whether I'm alright...I never really have been before so I suppose it's not a big deal." He pushes himself back up the wall, suddenly towering over her. "What are you doing out here, Maria?"

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Consequences | Dorian & Maria

Dorian wanders the streets of northern Copenhagen. He tells himself that it's an aimless walk, but he knows that isn't true. He's heading, vaguely, toward Klampenborg, even though he knows that Mathias and Luca aren't there. He chuckles at the thought that, in his time of crisis, he wants to see Mathias. Mathias of all people. 

The raid had come in the middle of the night and, at first, they thought it was retaliation from The Order. But it had turned out to be nothing more than regular thugs. Most of the resistance had scattered and regrouped later, but some didn't. The Seraph was still locked in his vault, but they had taken the boy. He wonders whether the slavers knew how important he was and what he could do?

As he slowly strolls into a more residential areas, he notices that the life looks better here, almost as if The End never happened. He'd lost his big gun in the raid, but he still had his hand gun tucked into the back of his pants. He thinks about using it, but knows that it would only cause him pain and not kill him. Instead, he ducks into a back alley and slides down the wall for a proper feeling sorry for himself session.

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Penance, pt. 6

The pale Seraph glares up at Dorian, but doesn't get off of his knees. Then he weakly turns his gaze toward the boy who, he can see, is faring much better than him. "What is it you think you will accomplish here?" he spits at them.

"Just hoping for some information," Dorian answers. "It would have been a lot simpler if you'd have just told us what we wanted to know."

"You can not stop us!"

Dorian bends close to the man again and growls, "Stop what?" At first the Seraph is quiet, but then Dorian nods to the boy. "I'll ask you again, what is it we can't stop?"

The little boy brings his hands to his temples and focuses his mind on the pale man. Words and images fly through his mind; more things than he's ever seen in anyone else's. He shakes his head, having no idea what he's looking for. He feels the immortal's hand on his shoulder again and the gesture gives him the courage to keep going.

The Seraph screams in anger and tries to lunge for the boy, but the two men haul him to his feet. He's lost all control now and can feel the boy pouring through his memories. He's buried the knowledge deep, but he knows it's only a matter of time before it's found. He also knows that it could leave his brain irrepably damaged.

Dorian watches the struggle between the two, sneaking glances around the room now and then. Some of his new allies move closer, their fear of the Seraph deminishing. Some of them move further away, fearing what the boy can do. He can read minds, put thoughts in another's and even make them do things if he tries hard enough. He can't talk though and no one even knows his name.

Dorian addresses the pale man again. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" he whispers. "Or would you rather the boy ripped it from you?"

"It doesn't matter what you do to me. We destroyed the world and now we will rebuild it. We will create a new religion. People will welcome us openly as their rulers."

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Penance, pt. 5

Dorian glances around the basement full of people until he finds the face he's looking for. He nods and a young boy, no more than ten or twelve, walks over to his side. He puts a hand on the boy's shoulder and gives him an encouraging squeeze.

The Seraph chuckles. "Is this your great plan to get me to talk?" He looks away in contempt. The room grows hushed and then something begins to build in the back of his mind. It is small enough to be unnoticable at first. A moment later, he shoots the boy a look of anger and disbelief. The boy jumps in surprise and releases his hold on the man's mind.

"Do not test me, immortal," the man says to Dorian. "I will not hesitate to crush this boy's mind."

Dorian smiles and shakes his head. "You misunderstand. You mistake his surprise for weakness." He places both hands on the boy's shoulders now and bends down to offer him encouragement. When he straightens up, he glances back at the Seraph and winks.

The pale man glares at him and then feels the boy's presence in his mind again. He puts up a wall and pushes the boy away, smiling when he sees the boy's startled look. it is quickly replaced with a look of determination though and he feels the boy push back, firmly and effectively. The Seraph squeezes his eyes shut, concentrating on keeping the boy out. He can't enter the boy's mind; that's beyond his powers, but he's been well trained against telepathic incursions.

He can feel the boy going deeper and fresh blood trickles down his nose. He opens his eyes and yells, pushing back as hard as he can. The boy's head falls back, but he picks it back up, wiping away the blood from his own nose. The Seraph's yell turns into a scream and the men holding him let him fall to his knees.

Dorian steps over and kneels down in front of him. "Like I said, I think you're going to tell me everything."

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Penance | Dorian, pt. 4

Dorian frowns at the man, his mouth opening to ask if he'll volunteer a little more information. Before he can say anything though, Troels nods toward the basement door. He turns to see what he's gesturing at and standing in the doorway are two large men he recognizes from allying with before. Between them, though, is another man he does not know. The man is tall and lanky with platinum blond hair.

Dorian nods at the men and then walks over to meet them. As the two of them cross the basement, everyone in the room gives them space and as he gets close, it becomes clear why. The realization makes him stop in his tracks. Their prisoner is Serpahim. He looks around to see if anyone else in the room recognizes what he is. He sees fear on a few faces, but mostly just the disturbance caused by his presence. They all look to him so he sets aside his own discomfort and walks up to the man. Luckily, his own height gives him some leverage. He stands eye to eye with the pale man and looks him over.

"Who are you?" he demands.

The man looks Dorian over in turn. A smirk touches the corners of his lips, but he doesn't say anything.

The immortal leans closer and growls, "I know what you are."

"Then you should know to beware."

Dorian smiles, mirthlessly. "I've been around long enough to witness things much more frightening than you."

"Immortal then. Tell me your name and I'll let you know how frightening your life has been."

He hesitates and then shakes his head. "I'll give you another name instead; that of a friend of mine to let you know how frightening your life could be. I'm sure you've heard of Lucifer."

The Seraph's head snaps back to Dorian. "You know the Betrayer?"

Dorian smiles and says, "I don't know, he seems pretty loyal to me." The man laughs so he continues over him, "Unless you belong to a secret society that does evil things like trying to end the world."

The Seraph's laugh faulters and his jaw sets in a hard line. "Look around you," he says. "We did end the world."

For a moment, the two of them only stare at one another. Then Dorian lands a hard punch, sending blood splattering from the other man's nose. "And what are your plans for the world now? What are you doing here?" he yells.

The Seraph slowly looks back at him, laughing through the blood streaming down his face. "You don't really believe I'm going to tell you anything?"

"Actually...I think you're going to tell me everything."

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Penance | Dorian, pt. 3

Dorian and Mikael pull the dumpster flush with the wall and then move further into the building. Once inside, they discover a trap door and climb down to the basement below. The basement is lit by oil lamps and light produced by a generator. It's also enormous; the space between the adjacent basements having been dug out to make one large room.

When Dorian had first found the place, it was being used as a shelter, mostly for a group of homeless children. They'd told him that it had been created after The End when the bandits and thugs had gone to war for the city. Now, it's still mostly homeless teenagers, some of them just needing a purpose, but some of them sorcerers or even immortals who, like his sister, found out what they were early on. He trusted them more than the few adults he's managed to find.

As they step into the basement or, as Dorian's come to think of it, the new headquarters, there are nods and waves. There is no true leader so he doesn't command special treatment, but some of the kids look up to him. The adults keep mostly to themselves and he wonders if some of them don't have a different agenda.

There's a middle-aged black woman who reminds him very much of an actress he used to see in the movies. She's become the official den mother. Then there's a large Danish man who reminds him in no way of Mathias. He's broad and bald with a scar along one side of his face that's damaged his eye. He says he's Malakhim like Petra, but Dorian doesn't know for sure. He doesn't share any information, but he's helpful in tight situations. The rest of the adults are regular human, as far as he knows, but old enough to remember The End and want to prevent the people who caused it from doing anything else to the world.

"No demons tonight, Dorian?" The Danish man asks.

"No Troels, no demons, no bandits, no one actually. Maybe it's over," he says with a huff of humor. "Maybe the Order left."

"I wouldn't count on it."

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Penance | Dorian, pt. 2

He'd only thought that Copenhagen was quiet when he'd first come in October. Now that it is February, it sometimes seems like Dorian is the only person in the world. In certain neighborhoods, he can scout for days without finding a sign of another human being. The day is cold; a blustery wind blowing in off the water and he pulls the collar of his coat up around his neck.

He'd abandoned the headquarters when he decided to find out what was going on in the city. That was a month ago and he'd been on the move ever since. It reminds him of what Cadmus had been up to when they first met. He knows that the Seraph is a much braver man than him and it sparks a bit of pride. Then again, Dorian has nothing to lose so he wonders if maybe, it's something other than bravery driving him. They few worldly possessions he'd had are gone now, traded away for a heavier coat, some food and a big gun, like the one he'd imagined Petra carrying.

Dorian knows that Cadmus had encountered some of the Council of Elders; walked in on some secret meeting, but he'd been to bent on finding his sister to pay much attention to what it was all about. Besides, he doesn't think that the man actually learned very much anyway. He does remember that the meeting had been conspicuous. They hadn't met somewhere tucked away like an abandoned waterfront warehouse, but instead, right downtown amongst the old shops and restaurants. The problem is that most of downtown is controlled by bandits and thugs. He has no way to get in and find the right place; no special powers and only his one gun.

So, instead of going straight to the Elders, he'd started looking for others in the Order; immortals, sorcerers, people like him who'd had no idea the thing existed. At first, he'd found it hard to convince anyone, but the stranger things got in the city, the more they came to believe him. The landscape of the city is changing and, as he walks alone, he can feel a constant presence. It's similar to the feeling he had when he was around Cadmus, but now the whole of Copenhagen seems to pulse with it.

He isn't looking for anything or anyone in particular tonight; just routine patrolling. It isn't only immortals and Elders who have been drawn to this city, but also people, or perhaps things, that make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The sunset has turned over to gloaming and he knows that twilight will follow quickly. He ducks down an alleyway strewn with bricks from the adjacent building. He comes to an old dumpster, near the end of the alley and, with considerable difficulty, pushes it just far enough away from the building to squeeze between. There is a hole in the side of the building and sitting just inside the hole, a sentinel.

"Dorian," says a dark skinned boy with a local accent. "I thought I was going to have to shoot you."

His grin is wide and mischievous and Dorian shakes his head. "Thanks for not, Mikael."

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Penance | Dorian

When he's showered and shaved and found some relatively clean clothes, he goes into the kitchen to find some food. There isn't much left and he doesn't really feel like eating, but he knows he needs to. He puts together a light soup and tests it carefully to see if his stomach will take it. When it doesn't make him feel too bad, he tries a little more. He picks up the bowl and moves through the now empty apartment.

It's quiet and cold; the harshest part of winter having descended on the city. His mind is still numb, but he feels himself slowly waking up. He doesn't know how long it's been since he'd seen his sister; days, weeks, he's not sure. She may not even be in Copenhagen anymore. He doesn't know if she still has a reason to stay. Then he remembers; he'd followed her there.

What had Cadmus said? Members of the Order were flocking to Copenhagen, some without even knowing why. And when he'd left, he's told Petra that members of some Council were there and had asked her to keep an eye out. Maybe that means that Victoria will still be there. Petra too maybe. He has a vision of her heading up some resistance movement; barking orders, her curls flying wildly and a very big gun in her hand. It makes him smile.

Then it hits him; if the Order really is as bad as Cadmus and Petra made it out to be, maybe there will be a resistance or should be. Maybe he can find out what's going on. He laughs at the idea of Dorian Thorne saving the world, but then again, maybe he will.

[thetwilightofoblivion]

The End of the Beginning | Dorian & Petra

[petraofthemalakhim]

Petra stares at her lover. His face is drawn and gaunt; shadows on his cheeks and under his eyes. His clothes hang off of him and look like they haven’t been changed in days. She glances around at all the food he hasn’t eaten and then her head drops. She stares at the floor, grappling with that she knows she must do.

Slowly, she looks up at Dorian, fighting back tears, and whispers, “I can’t do this.” She knows that he isn’t really registering her words so she steps a little closer and talks a little louder. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m not what you need. I’m not helping.” She pauses as he sputters at her, confused. “No, Dorian. I’m just a crutch for you. As long as I’m here you don’t have to face this. But you have to.” She can no longer hold back her tears.

"This is something you’re going to have to figure out on your own. I can’t see you waste away. I just can’t. I can’t do this anymore." Her voice dries up and she stares at him, hoping he can see her eyes, pleading with him to understand. She stares at him a while longer and then turns toward the doorway where she has a packed suitcase waiting. If Dorian says anything, she doesn’t hear it. She can only hear the sound of the sobs she can’t hold back.

[thetwilightofoblivion]

For a while, Dorian had barely comprehended what she'd said; his eyes staring at the suitcase by the door. But when Petra had moved away and picked it up, the reality had sunk in. He'd surged forward, practically tripping over an ottoman, and grabbed her shoulders. "Don't leave me," he'd pleaded, but she'd wiped away his tears, kissed him and told him she had to. And then, she'd been gone.

He doesn't know how much time has passed. He's not even sure it's the same day. His head comes up from where it's been resting on his chest and he knows that he had two choices. He's never tried to end it all; doesn't know whether it would even work, but he can try. Or he can move on. He's torn between the two, not even sure he has the energy to make a decision, but then a faint light begins to shine in the back of his mind. It's so dim that it takes him a while to realize what it is.

It's his sister's face and she's in pain; not the pained face of a frightened little girl, but the face he'd seen on the dock. And he realizes that, in essence, he'd left her alone again, though she didn't really seem to want anything to do with him. But what if he could make her see that he isn't a horrible person? A little vain, a little selfish, but not all bad. What if he could believe it himself? What if he could make himself worthy of her love again?

Slowly, he picks himself up off the floor and walks into the bathroom. His curly hair is long and matted and a thick strawberry blond heard covers his face. His eyes are hollow and his face drawn and ashen. He gives himself the barest glance before turning on the tap and getting to work.

[thetwilightofoblivion]

The End of the Beginning | Dorian & Petra

Vague shapes blur in the darkness. The room is cold, a bitter iciness that creeps into the bones. Somewhere water drips; a steady, mind numbing sound. Dorian's breath comes out in small, white puffs. A quilt hangs on the back of his chair, but he doesn't bother to cover himself. He doesn't notice the cold; only hears the steady drip, only sees the images flowing through his mind. They replay on a constant loop; images of men doing unspeakable things to the child body of his sister.

With these images come ones of himself swearing that he would find her, that he would protect her. With that comes the knowledge that he did neither. He closes his eyes, but it only makes the new memories clearer. He still has none of his own, but it doesn't matter. Either way, he now has the truth he'd always wondered about.

He doesn't remember the last time he ate. Vaguely, he recalls Petra bringing him something and he glances around to see plates of now ruined food. In the momentary lift in his reverie he notes that it seems too bright for night. He stands up stiffly, his body not wanting to move, and stumbles over to the window. He pushes open the curtains; the light from a very dreary day trying in vain to push its way passed the threshold of the window pane. Though it's dim, he squints nonetheless.

There is little movement in the city and the gray sky is so cold that it can't release its snow. He has no idea what time it is or even what day it is. He hears movement and wonders who else is home. Then he remembers that August and Cadmus are gone. It must be Petra so he turns to face her.

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Folie a Deux | Dorian, Petra, Victoria & Janick

[victoriathorne-blog-blog]

Victoria hesitates for a moment now she had come to the end of their childhood together. what followed would be even more painful for all of them and she hears her brother sobbing already. but then decides that he should know what happened to her, so she continues but is more careful about choosing the images and enlighten them with commentary. “after dad sold me, I was taken to a house in the city centre” and in her mind grows an image of the abandoned looking place where she lived for years. “I kept hoping that you would find me Dorian, that you would save me like you promised” she can’t keep the anger out of her voice when she sees herself as a young girl crying with the sound of her brothers voice echoing from earlier memories. “I was kept as a sex-slave, did anything to survive” a random stream of images run through her mind of man grasping her, hitting her and worse, she soon turns to janick and tells him to stop. after taking a few breaths she adds “only to find out that I would have survived no matter what”

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Petra watches carefully, knowing that something strange is going on. But as fear and recognition begin to show on Dorian’s face, she knows that he is seeing the memories he’d lost long ago. Her face turns to Janick. He is unlike any Seraphim she’s ever met; his powers much stronger and much more varied. She feels a ripple of fear go through her as well, though he has seemed nothing, but kind so far. 

Her breast grows heavy, watching the man she loves suffer. Finally, as he sinks to his knees and Victoria begins to explain her fate to him, Petra looks her and Janick over in horror.

She quickly kneels down beside Dorian, trying to take him in her arms, but he bats her away, inconsolable. “Stop this!” she yells at Victoria, standing back up to face her. “It’s not his fault, what happened to you. There was nothing he could do! He couldn’t save you,” she pleads desperately, her voice growing weak and small. “He couldn’t remember. Don’t you think that’s haunted him his whole life?”

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Janick opens his eyes and sees before him Dorian and Petra on the ground. he had been so occupied with the disturbing content of the memories that he had forgotten what effect they must have on Dorian. the man looked broken and the women rather pissed off. “I am so sorry” he says but neither of them seem to hear him, then he turns to Victoria and repeats “I am so sorry” “I had no idea” he added. he wonders if it was the wrong thing to do, Petra’s deadly looks certainly suggest that. he had heard her screaming something but was too focused on the images to hear what it had been. Victoria seemed cool under the situation but he knew that it could be an act and could change within a blink of an eye. Janick feels tears welling up in his eyes as he thinks about what she went through, he walks to her and tries to hug her but she just steps away from his arms.

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Dorian hears Petra's voice, feels her touch, but it's as if from some kind of dream. His mind is still reeling. He can sense too, that Janick has stopped sending him the images, but it doesn't matter; they are still all he can see. The images of the things his sister had been put through are burned forever into his memory and he thinks that these are not the memories he'd wanted. He suddenly wishes he'd never seen that psychiatrist, never remembered her name. But he knows that's selfish and not really true.

If only he hadn't forgotten. He would have saved her, would have protected her. He knows he would have. He would have even done the things she'd been forced to if it came to that. Heck, he'd done them before with only himself to look after. It should have been just them against the world, but it hadn't been. Without warning, his stomach empties its contents onto the dock. In a moment of disconnect, he smiles, having thought that that kind of thing only happened in the movies.

He spits out the taste and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. Then he stands up on shaky legs and puts a hand on Petra's arm to let her know that he's alright and to quell her anger. He nods at her and then steps in between the two women.

He knows that nothing he could say now would change how she feels, may never be able to change how she feels. "It's alright if you hate me," he whispers. "I understand. I don't know if it helps you any, but I feel the same way." He gives her a sad smile. It seems like the last six months of his life have been one quest after another and it's kept him afloat. But now, he feels more retched than he ever has and wishes it could all just end. "I won't bother you again, if that's what you want," he adds and turns to walk away.

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Folie a Deux | Dorian, Petra, Victoria & Janick

[victoriathorne-blog-blog]

Oh, Victoria thinks sarcastically he didn’t mean to, well that makes it all al right then. She wishes that she could show him all that he forgot and all that happened after that. Then an idea blows through her mind and she gives Janick a look, hoping he can guess what she needs.

He does and in her head she hears his voice asking “what is it my dear?” magical telepathy takes some getting use to as you speak without making a sound, she had discovered this ability of his when they got into a bit of trouble with a less then kind gang. “can you use your magic to show Dorian my memories?” she asks. She sees that he thinks about it for a bit but then hears the answer “I can do it but I will see the memories myself” she thinks about it for no more then a second and decides that its a price she is willing to pay. “okay” she says “what do I have to do?”

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Janick has doubted for a moment weather he should do this, Victoria never spoke of her past and to say he wasn’t curious would be a lie but this felt like violating her even though she had agreed to it. he also considered Dorian for a moment, the poor fellow would have no idea what hit him, on the other hand he might be glad to know what he forgot.

now that he has decided he makes contact with Victoria again and gives her the instruction “just close your eyes and think of what you want to share, I do the rest” it doesn’t take long for images to start flowing in, he watches her childhood come by and is surprised at the detail of the memory. he sends everything he is getting directly through but Dorian isn’t the only one that is pained by what he sees, Janick finds it hard to watch the pains that he knows he can’t cure or change for the women he loves.

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At first, Dorian has no idea what's happening. He can sense that some kind of exchange is going on between Victoria and Janick. He is rarely surprised by any new powers he learns about at this point and figures that some kind of inner telepathy is going on. If Janick is Seraphim, there's no telling what he might be able to do. But, suddenly, he feels a presence in his mind, a heaviness that he knows he isn't controlling. At first, there are only painful bursts that his mind resists, but then he sees a little girl that is clearly Victoria.

A mixture of excitement and terror flows through him, but his mind no longer resists. He has been much too curious, much too lost without these memories. He soaks in the images; the two of them happy and playing when his sister was very little, quickly replaced by their sick and dying mother, the blows of their drunk and abusive father. He frowns, but it isn't anything he hadn't really figured on.

He begins to recognize himself, being around the age of his own earliest memories. But the scenes are not those of him sick, at least not yet. Instead he sees the two of them, Victoria no more than eight or nine, slaving away at work all day and then even worse, begging on the streets for tuppence. This must have been when I got sick, he thinks, tears starting to form in his eyes, but the memories of that never come. Instead, he sees men; vile, dirty men, laughing and carrying his sister away.

His mind reels. No! it screams. This isn't how he remembers their seperation at all. He was sick, kicked out of their home. Or was he? The two memories begin to meld; Victoria screaming his name and reaching for him and he realizes that this had been an earlier memory all along. By the time the cholera hit him and their father kicked him out, she was already gone. His mind begs and pleads to be released; to not be forced to watch what has to be coming next and he drops to his knees, weeping.

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Desperate Hours | Dorian & Jayk

[suchafinelady-arent-yeh]

Setting the hat at his feet on the hood of the car Jayk looked at the man, he wasn’t really much to fight was a taller smaller fella. As the light hit him Jayk growled a little in warning, he hated bright beams that weren’t natural or at least just a latern, those new ones from the century were far too harsh for the immortals eyes. His gun glinted happily and jayk’s hand touched it lightly then looking at the stranger who seemed caught off guard by his presence, they both were rather uneasy with the new man before them.

Seeing  how the man reacts as Jayk was speaking the old cowboys rested his hand on the gun thinking about just taking the man down and leaving it all be, the traders could take the body if they wanted the clothing on his back or something. he spit away from the stranger and licked his lower lip.

"Dorian?" he asked, he wasn’t judging the name just making sure he heard it correctly, this century had some werid names starting with their children and the poor fella seemed no different,"I think lying isn’t the smartest thing you ought to be doing right now boy," he growled when he said he was just passing through, "You were looking for someone, why?" he demanded but made no moves forward to see if the stranger would answer or not

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Dorian eyes the man a little closer thinking that, perhaps, a little more caution is in order. He gets the impression that he's starting to annoy the man and his words sound tinged with a hint of impatience. He takes in the hat and gun and barely suppresses a snort of amusement. "Aren't you slightly far away from home yourself?" he taunts.

He sees the cowboy's fingers lightly dance over the holster of his pistol, but he finds he doesn't care. Let him shoot him. Maybe a little pain will make him feel alive again. "Yes, it's Dorian," he answers. "I didn't catch your name." He feels his own temper begin to rise though and grits his teeth. The word boy does not sit well with him, but he chuckles mirthlessly. He's spent his whole life all too aware of how young he still looked.

"I really don't see how it's any of your business why I'm here. I could ask you the same thing? Do you own this scrap heap or something?" Dorian crosses his arms and leans back against the side of the car. "Looks like we might have a stalemate, my friend."

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Folie a Deux | Dorian, Petra, Victoria & Janick

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Victoria steps a few passes forward with Janick in her shadow, now she is sure that he can see who she is as Dorian gasps. she had seen him before but being seen was a whole different matter but she made sure that non of what she felt was shown. Her brother whispered “Victoria” that seemed all the man was capable of saying at the time. he looked so small and fragile, not like the brother she knew. not like the man who had sheltered her from the blows that her father had handed out on a regular basis. the silence between the four grows uncomfortable but Victoria is afraid to break it as she isn’t sure that she can speak without crying. she stands on the point to turn around and forget about the whole thing when Petra, who stands with her arm locked in Dorians, begins to talk. 

[petraofthemalakhim]

At first, Petra isn’t sure who she’s seeing. Victoria’s hair is different than it had been in the photo and there’s someone with her. But after a few moments it becomes obviosu that Dorian recognizes her. She can also see that he is barely holding himself together. She steps forward protectively and suddenly feels the presence of a Seraph. She looks up into the man’s face, but doesn’t remember meeting him which is strange to her.

"Victorian Thorne," she says as if they are old friends who haven’t seen each other in a long time. "We’ve been looking for you for a couple of months. We thought that, maybe, our information was wrong. But then again," she adds, looking at the man again, "it seems like everyone’s coming to Copenhagen. Who’s your angel friend?"

[janickthegentlekiller-blog]

Janick hates to be called an angel, because people have such different ideas by it then what they really are. he sees the surprise on Victoria’s face and realises that he never told her that they where called that way by some. he steps forward and sees the man back up in reaction of his presence but the women does not flinch, Janick senses that she is almost as powerful as he is what makes him causes. “angel is such a misleading term that I never use it” he says to Petra but the explanation is more meant for Victoria. “I am hardly a source of good nor a massager of god” he adds.

[victoriathorne-blog-blog]

Victoria processes the new information and decides that its not relevant now. she knows that if she wants to tell her brother anything its now or never and she has come too far not to finish it. she takes a deep breath and starts to speak, staring Dorian straight into his eyes. “I was surprised to say the least when Janick, and she nodded to the man beside her as a way of introduction, told me that my brother was immortal too. naturally I started looking for you almost immediately. It took a while before I had any information on you Dorian” she swallows away the emotion that comes with saying his name and continues. ” but when the detective came back with his rapport an even bigger shock was awaiting me” “all we went through together, everything I can’t get out of my mind. you forgot!  the pain! the promises you’ve made and the horror of being apart! you just forgot!! you don’t even remember me” she adds with a sigh. Victoria pauses, to catch her breath but also to hear what her long lost brother has to say for himself.

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Dorian had noticed Janick's presence too at first, but now he's completely forgotten about everyone except Victoria. She looks different now, but he can tell that it's the same woman who drugged him in the bar. After all the centuries of seperation and the months of searching, though, he's having a hard time connecting her to the little girl he knew.

As she begins to talk though, he knows it's her, knows that it's true. His heart begins to pound and his mind reel. He'd thought that she would blame him for leaving her, for not being there, but she didn't. She blamed him for forgetting.

When she's through, he shakes his head. He opens his mouth to answer, but doesn't know how. The truth is that he blames himself just as much as she does. He knows it'll sound hollow, but he averts his eyes and whispers, "I didn't mean to. I don't know why I can't remember." He pauses, trying desperately of what he can say that will make a difference. "I remember flashes...of you. You're the only thing I remember."

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Folie a Deux | Dorian, Petra, Victoria & Janick

[victoriathorne-blog-blog]

meanwhile Victoria is well aware that her brother is in town, as she had been the one that lead him to it. But to her surprise he hadn’t come alone, she knew that the women at his side was Petra but beyond her name she knew nothing about her. she blessed her decision to choose Copenhagen, as the many fairly intact buildings made it nearly impossible to find someone, especially one that doesn’t want to be found. Victoria had aware that there was some kind of history between Dorian and the mystery women, that’s why she had let her, though some others, know who she was and what she had done to her brother but had foolishly assumed the women would deliver the message and stay out of the way, that her instinct for self-preservation was stronger then whatever she felt for Dorian, a mistake she wouldn’t make again. aimlessly she stares through the broken window, thinking about the first time she had come really close to her brother in more then 200 years, in de café she had seen with her own eyes what she had been told, there had been no sign of recognition in Dorians eyes, he truly had forgotten her. the door opened with a crack and Vicoria’s thoughts where abruptly broken, her eyes shoot over to whomever is coming in and smiles slightly when her eyes meet Janick’s.

[petraofthemalakhim]

Petra gives Dorian his space. She knows that Copenhagen has been hard on him. He’d been expecting to find his sister right away and also hoping that the experience would help him remember more about his past. So far, neither has panned out. The tips have dropped off. It seems no one knows where Victoria is anymore. Even Cadmus has found other, more pressing matters that required his attention.

She smiles back at him as she stops beside him. She puts an arm around his shoulder, knowing better by now than to ask him how he is. Instead, she just rests her head against him, wondering if he’s trying to remember again. She feels bad that she got him into this and also wonders if there wasn’t some ulterior plan behind how it happened.

"I’m sorry we haven’t found her," she whispers. She is quiet again for a moment, thinking how to best broach what she wants to say. Then she hesitantly continues, "You know, we don’t have to stay here, Dorian. Not if you don’t want to. I don’t think she wants to be found anyway, sweetie."

[janickthegentlekiller-blog]

Janick keeps standing in the doorway, unsure if he should enter the room. when Victoria sent the message asking for his help he did what he always did when she called, he dropped everything to meet her but now here he hesitates. Victoria jumps up from the only chair in the room, runs to him like an enthusiastic child en greats him with a kiss. Janick pushes her off him, he won’t go down that road again. “I came to help, but that is all Victoria” he said calmly. she looks disappointed and even slightly confused by his reaction but nods after a short pause. 

[victoriathorne-blog-blog]

Victoria, steps back from her former lover, she understands his reaction but had sort of hoped that the past would be forgotten en they where still the same. “my brother is in town but he brought a date and I hate to be the third wheel here” she said with a unconvincing smile. “so, you want me to escorted you to meet your long lost brother?” he replied earnestly. she knew Janick well enough to know that he wouldn’t refuse her this small favour and also knows the he knew her well enough to know the real reason behind this request. she just was frightened to see Dorian again and of all the memories that meeting would stir up but she couldn’t tell him that and he knows that too. he seemed to sense what Victoria needed at this moment and puts his arms around her and simply answers yes. she trembles slightly by the idea of that this really would happen soon, trembling from fear, anger and pain alike.

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Dorian chuckles mirthlessly. "Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane," he admits. "I've never had anything to worry about but myself." He pauses and then adds, "Maybe I designed it that way on purpose. Maybe it was because I left her. Somewhere deep inside I knew that I left her so I didn't ever want to be beholden to anyone again. I didn't want to risk it."

Normally Petra would be telling him he's wrong or that it's all alright, but this time she isn't, and he's grateful for that. He needs to work things out in his head. Her suggestion sounds nice to him, very nice right. He's been fighting the impulse to just run for weeks now. But he doesn't want to go, not really. Yes, he's afraid; afraid of finding Victoria and afraid of not finding her. He's never put everything he had into something before and he's also afraid of what that could mean.

Finally he shakes his head and says, "No, Petra, I have to stay. I have to see this through. I have to stop running away eventually. I have to face what happened and what I can't remember." He starts to say more, but suddenly hears someone else on the dock behind them. He's learned that Copenhagen can be a very funny place, with territorial disputes and bandits as bad as the ones in the Wastelands. He spins around to see who's sneaking up on them, but the shadowy figures don't strike him as bandits.

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Folie a Deux | Dorian & Petra

Dorian stands at the edge of the pier, letting the cold salt spray dampen his face. He'd thought this would be easy, thought it would be quick. From what he can tell, his sister had been stalking him, maybe for years, even decades; watching him, plotting to make his life miserable. And yet, when he'd set out to look for her, to give her the chance to face him directly, she'd gone into hiding.

He doesn't know what to feel anymore. He'd been filled with a desperate need to find her, no matter what the consequences, but as the weeks had passed, a nagging guilt had crept into his mind. He's tried more and more to remember his childhood; anything from before the cholera outbreak. There's still very little of it there, though. He thought that seeing his sisters face in the photo had helped, but he isn't sure if it's memories or his imagination. He hadn't known her as an adult so he wouldn't remember her that way.

He knows now that his psychiatrist had been right; there was nothing he could do about abandoning her. He wasn't given a choice. His real guilt stems from not remembering her, of feeling like it was all so painful that he just had to forget. What had she had to live with? Was she taken care of when he was gone? He doesn't remember clearly, but he still believes that the two of them had not really been taken care of as children. He feels more and more than it was him that she'd relied on. And then he was gone.

He runs a hand through his blond curls, in distress, and then sees Petra walking up the pier. He wonders how much she senses of the pain he's trying to keep at bay. It seems like she's always able to sense everything, but to her credit, she hasn't said anything about it. He's afraid that he will end up just pushing her away like he does everyone else, especially considering the stress he's under. He gives her a weak smile and nods.

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Desperate Hours | Dorian & Jayk

[suchafinelady-arent-yeh]

Jayk had been alive long before The end, over 100 years before that. He was tired of humanity especially after the bombs dropped over the area he had grown to love, he was close to the explosions and was left rather ill from the radiation given off, he refused to leave his home that was now rumble. It was his home, he wasn’t going to leave except to get the necessities to survive which meant some food little water and some contact with the traders.

Making a little under ground cave system over the months he had he gathers beds and plenty to make it look like a home, he managed to find one clean water line and got plumbing together. he had too much time to himself so he got really good and putting things together and exploring during the night hours so he wouldn’t risk hunters or strangers finding his little paradise in the destruction.

it was a normal night, moon was full and Jayk was trusting his instinct to guide him over using any form of light, he was really good at it now. His eyes adjusted well to the dark and he saw a grand shadow on the car, his foot crushed a piece of glass letting the shadow know he was there. Standing strong he was a good 6ft so not a lot really bugged him with size.

hearing he warning the od cowboy slipped off his hat that was grey worn leather, a hole over the right ear where a bullet had gone through  it. He held it in his hand and his holster showed off his old colt 45 he kept on at all times. Stepping closer he lifted his chin putting back on his hat, “What’s your business here?” he asked crossing his arms over his chest, “And what’s your name?”

[thetwilightofoblivion]

Dorian can barely see the stranger, so he turns his flashlight back on and sweeps it toward the man as he sweeps off his hat. The light glints off the holstered pistol and he squints a little. The gun is quaint, an antique and it wouldn't kill him. Still, it would hurt like hell and it means that the man is willing to do what it takes to protect himself. This is a complication he hadn't foreseen, nor does he really want. Then again, his goal is starting to feel like a pipe dream anyway.

The man speaks as if he owns the place which gets on Dorian's nerves. He doesn't like people to get under his skin, especially not this quickly, but it's been an easy thing to do lately. He steps closer, to get a better look at the man, crossing his arms as well.

"My name is Dorian Thorne," he sneers with manufactured politeness. He stares at the cowboy, wondering what he's doing, what he assumes is, so far from home. He doesn't even carry a light though, so he figures the man must know his way around Copenhagen. He glances around, feeling somewhat reluctant to divulge his purpose in the neighborhood. Finally he sighs and says, "No specific business. I'm just passing through; looking for someone. If this is your...territory or something, I can move on."