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 listened in silence, his posture unchanging as Vox's filaments caught the wind and Pierce’s frown settled like a bruise. The storm roared below, as it always did, but it may as well have been birdsong for all the attention he paid it.
When they had finished—when Vox’s melancholy coiled like fog around the stones and Pierce’s voice faded into the churn of waves—he turned his head slightly. Not a dramatic gesture, but the kind of subtle pivot that reoriented the world around him. "Two days," he said to Pierce, his voice smooth as ever. "They will bring her to the coast."
He allowed the silence to settle again before continuing. "If there are any among your Friends"—the word was used without inflection, as if it were no different than blade, or debt, or pawn—"who wish to come with us, they will be permitted." No warmth touched the words. There was no invitation, no nostalgia, no mourning of what was being lost. Only logistics. Only control.
Then he turned back toward the ocean, letting the wind buffet his coat, letting the storm call to something deeper and older within him than even Vox could reach. His hands folded behind his back once more, and he said nothing else.
~FIN
When they had finished—when Vox’s melancholy coiled like fog around the stones and Pierce’s voice faded into the churn of waves—he turned his head slightly. Not a dramatic gesture, but the kind of subtle pivot that reoriented the world around him. "Two days," he said to Pierce, his voice smooth as ever. "They will bring her to the coast."
He allowed the silence to settle again before continuing. "If there are any among your Friends"—the word was used without inflection, as if it were no different than blade, or debt, or pawn—"who wish to come with us, they will be permitted." No warmth touched the words. There was no invitation, no nostalgia, no mourning of what was being lost. Only logistics. Only control.
Then he turned back toward the ocean, letting the wind buffet his coat, letting the storm call to something deeper and older within him than even Vox could reach. His hands folded behind his back once more, and he said nothing else.
~FIN
He'll rekindle all the dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
It took you a lifetime to destroy
