We aren't done talking about this, not by a long shot.
[ The exclamation is enough of a clue; something else happened. The tension in his body is so rigid it's almost painful so, with a growing sense of unease, he lets out a sigh as his stance loosens up. As soon as Dorian is able, he fully intends to continue the conversation. His expression is grim as he carefully helps the man shrug out of the shirt that is likely ruined and beyond repair.
It's taking every bit of his will power not to lose his temper again as his own wounds, both physical and mental, are still raw. It will take time to rebuild the bridges he's burned, if they even can be. But his biggest concern right now is finding Vanessa. If Dorian did stick around after being injured, maybe he had seen her. Maybe she was safe. He grabs a washcloth and turns the faucet back on, letting the water soak the material thoroughly. ]
Are you? I wonder. [ A muscle twitches in his jaw as he surveys the damage he caused. If the wound is still here, does the mean he didn't kill him? Suddenly, he isn't as interested in conversation, choosing to remain silent as he lifts the cloth and carefully begins to tend to the wounds he can see. There are others, ones that are deeper and can't be treated physically, even a blind man could see that. ]
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[ The exclamation is enough of a clue; something else happened. The tension in his body is so rigid it's almost painful so, with a growing sense of unease, he lets out a sigh as his stance loosens up. As soon as Dorian is able, he fully intends to continue the conversation. His expression is grim as he carefully helps the man shrug out of the shirt that is likely ruined and beyond repair.
It's taking every bit of his will power not to lose his temper again as his own wounds, both physical and mental, are still raw. It will take time to rebuild the bridges he's burned, if they even can be. But his biggest concern right now is finding Vanessa. If Dorian did stick around after being injured, maybe he had seen her. Maybe she was safe. He grabs a washcloth and turns the faucet back on, letting the water soak the material thoroughly. ]
Are you? I wonder. [ A muscle twitches in his jaw as he surveys the damage he caused. If the wound is still here, does the mean he didn't kill him? Suddenly, he isn't as interested in conversation, choosing to remain silent as he lifts the cloth and carefully begins to tend to the wounds he can see. There are others, ones that are deeper and can't be treated physically, even a blind man could see that. ]
[ Finally: ] What happened?