dorian
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
Tell you that you've been a good boy
Dorian smiles, his expression a blend of approval and something more inscrutable. "Until I tell you otherwise," he repeats, the air thick with unspoken possibilities. As Dahlia shifts gracefully onto her knees, Dorian's gaze follows her movements, a predator assessing the dance of its prey; or is it one of a predator sizing up a twin flame?
"In theory and practice, my dear, opportunities are what we make of them," he muses softly, his eyes upon her throat. "As long as you seize the right moments.." He adds, his words a subtle encouragement that Dahlia should indeed grasp all within her reach.
"Perhaps with the carpenter boy you might...take advantage and use him to test some of your new skills?"
"In theory and practice, my dear, opportunities are what we make of them," he muses softly, his eyes upon her throat. "As long as you seize the right moments.." He adds, his words a subtle encouragement that Dahlia should indeed grasp all within her reach.
"Perhaps with the carpenter boy you might...take advantage and use him to test some of your new skills?"
He'll rekindle all the dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
It took you a lifetime to destroy
