Don't do it because someone told you to, do it because you want to. It's your life in the end. If doing things like this makes you happy, then so be it.
[ Ethan lingers at his side for a second, looking like he might want to say something else, but walks back to the bathroom with the supplies he didn't use to clean up. Everything will be put back in its proper place before he makes any attempt to leave, right down to the needle and thread once the former is cleaned off. He pauses in front of the mirror and hangs his head, eventually looking up again to meet his reflection.
Even now he's trying to understand his motivations. The fact that he trusted Dorian enough to share his secret, only for him to betray that trust stings. Friends are few and far between for him and this isn't exactly making him want to branch out and collect more. He pushed people away to protect them, what do you do for someone who added to the threat? He wants to understand.
When he finally exits the bathroom, he walks past Dorian intent on walking out the door without another word. Talking to him as he is now isn't going to solve anything, maybe leaving him to his thoughts will. He pauses, glancing over his shoulder with his hand on the doorknob. ]
I need to find Miss Ives. Once I do, I'll come back and we'll finish this talk.
[Dorian gives Ethan a surprised look. He wasn't expecting the man would ever want to speak to him again.
Remember what you're feeling right now.
Because it isn't just the guilt, the fear, and whatever else is happening that he can't define. There's also a bit of hope now. Maybe he hasn't chased away the only person who's believed in him since he was actually a young man.
Maybe, one of these days, he'll even accept his apology.]
Of course. [Dorian's throat has gone dry again, so his voice is barely there.]
[ Maybe that's his weakness, he shouldn't ever want to see Dorian again after what he did but something is pulling at him, making him want to hear him out before he makes his choice. The trust will be the hardest thing to get back, he's unlikely to ever ask Dorian to help him during a full moon again. ]
Get some rest, Dorian.
[ He watches him for another couple of seconds before opening the door and closing it behind him almost too quietly. The rage is still hiding beneath the surface but sometimes not losing one's temper can leave just as much of an impact. ]
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[ Ethan lingers at his side for a second, looking like he might want to say something else, but walks back to the bathroom with the supplies he didn't use to clean up. Everything will be put back in its proper place before he makes any attempt to leave, right down to the needle and thread once the former is cleaned off. He pauses in front of the mirror and hangs his head, eventually looking up again to meet his reflection.
Even now he's trying to understand his motivations. The fact that he trusted Dorian enough to share his secret, only for him to betray that trust stings. Friends are few and far between for him and this isn't exactly making him want to branch out and collect more. He pushed people away to protect them, what do you do for someone who added to the threat? He wants to understand.
When he finally exits the bathroom, he walks past Dorian intent on walking out the door without another word. Talking to him as he is now isn't going to solve anything, maybe leaving him to his thoughts will. He pauses, glancing over his shoulder with his hand on the doorknob. ]
I need to find Miss Ives. Once I do, I'll come back and we'll finish this talk.
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Remember what you're feeling right now.
Because it isn't just the guilt, the fear, and whatever else is happening that he can't define. There's also a bit of hope now. Maybe he hasn't chased away the only person who's believed in him since he was actually a young man.
Maybe, one of these days, he'll even accept his apology.]
Of course. [Dorian's throat has gone dry again, so his voice is barely there.]
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Get some rest, Dorian.
[ He watches him for another couple of seconds before opening the door and closing it behind him almost too quietly. The rage is still hiding beneath the surface but sometimes not losing one's temper can leave just as much of an impact. ]