InsaneJournal

Week Two: Thursday
Who: Dorian (Narrative)
Where: Pioneer Square through the financial district
When: Thursday Night
What: Uh... brooding?



There was a sharp scent of flowers to the air, seemed to linger throughout the afternoon and into the night when Dorian far preferred to step free from his motel room. It wasn't entirely for the fact that sunlight lessened abilities... but there was simply something about the unforgiving glare of the sun that tended to bring out the harsh realities of the world that he walked through. Melodramatic as that seemed.

Perhaps it was just the day? Couples walking hand in hand out of the cities fancy restaurants. Smiles and side long glances between the pairs as they hurried to cars or waiting taxi's that quickly left the scene heading off to various parts of the city. He didn't begrudge any of them their happiness... in fact as Dorian moved through the darkened streets he found that he couldn't stop watching them. Though it wasn't really them that he was watching.

He'd found that he'd stopped... footsteps away from the City Centre building, Palomino being a hot spot for dates it seemed. His head lifted to the sky for a moment and with a sharp inhale of breath he was in another city and another time. It was almost as if he could hear the sound of her laughter, feel the slide of her hair and most of all... smell that scent that had always been uniquely Belle.

"Honey is that man alright? Should we call someone..." That broke Dorian from his moment of silent reverie. Distracted enough that he hadn't even taken the time to fade into the background enough to be invisible from the humans enjoying their evenings. Dorian gave a short nod of his head and moved on.

And there it was again... that scent. Even more than the scent... the feel of her. His mind hadn't played tricks like this on him in years. Maybe he was finally losing it. Too many years of pushing on and constantly moving... no, it didn't necessarily made sense but none of this was particularly making sense. Dorian's head whipped to the side, practically expecting to see her there next to him again, that secret smile on her face that had always had him, even from hello... But she wasn't there. It was just a crush of people coming out of the early showing at that theater...

Her scent was gone. Overwhelmed by too many others. Washed away again. He couldn't clutch at this and hold onto it like he did with the memories that he'd long ago given up trying to forget. They were his own form of punishment.