[Dorian doesn't even remember hitting the bed. Hell, he doesn't remember the walk home, if there was one.
The bed jostles and there's a voice, but it's muffled. Dorian's body immediately curls into a fetal position, hands covering his ears, but the instinctive movement itself clues him into his whereabouts before his eyes even open. If he were still in the chair, he wouldn't be able to move. Was it a dream?
No, it wasn't. He can feel the raw skin hidden beneath his long sleeves where the straps chafed his wrists. His head is pounding. His shoulder is throbbing. His eyes are closed. His eyes can close. And someone is yelling at him. Are they going to take him ba--no, humans don't do the city's bidding. If Dorian was going back there, he would have just shown up back there.
His red-rimmed eyes finally open, gaze trailing up to Ethan's face.
Oh. This is a reckoning of a different kind. The one he knew was coming the entire time he was in that chair. At least, at the times when he was confident he'd make it out of the chair.
His hands drift away from his ears and he blinks up at Ethan.]
What? [There's no audible vocalization, just a hoarse whisper. He coughs, realizing how thirsty he is, and starts to struggle to his feet.]
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The bed jostles and there's a voice, but it's muffled. Dorian's body immediately curls into a fetal position, hands covering his ears, but the instinctive movement itself clues him into his whereabouts before his eyes even open. If he were still in the chair, he wouldn't be able to move. Was it a dream?
No, it wasn't. He can feel the raw skin hidden beneath his long sleeves where the straps chafed his wrists. His head is pounding. His shoulder is throbbing. His eyes are closed. His eyes can close. And someone is yelling at him. Are they going to take him ba--no, humans don't do the city's bidding. If Dorian was going back there, he would have just shown up back there.
His red-rimmed eyes finally open, gaze trailing up to Ethan's face.
Oh. This is a reckoning of a different kind. The one he knew was coming the entire time he was in that chair. At least, at the times when he was confident he'd make it out of the chair.
His hands drift away from his ears and he blinks up at Ethan.]
What? [There's no audible vocalization, just a hoarse whisper. He coughs, realizing how thirsty he is, and starts to struggle to his feet.]