Dorian Copperfield (boy_silhouette) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2009-04-18 23:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | balam, dorian, finished thread, flauros, rating: pg-13, setting: emptiness |
Some Stranger To You And Me
Who: Dorian, Flauros, and Balam
Where: The streets of Emptiness
When: The morning of April 19th
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Bullying
Summary: While usually a reserved, but cheerful, individual, Dorian has exhausted himself the last few months by going on talisman quests and fretting over his friend, Metatron. Now that the vines are long gone and everyone appears to be settling down, Dorian takes a break from Asgard and heads to Emptiness to clear his thoughts.
*This thread is here for anyone who'd like their villain to pester someone / who just wants their character in some action / or for casual interaction.
There was a childlike pride in Dorian's step. He had been in this world for nearly a year now, and he had grown so much. Admittedly, he was still very young and ignorant in many respects, but he had learned to fight, had encountered terrors both of man and of monster, and had made more friends than he could have ever imagined. While many people assumed Dorian spent most of his time making pudding and then leaving it in the fridge (he liked pudding, but didn't require food to live and really just liked doing something with his old, broken hands), he more often than not snuck out to Emptiness, which hardly scared him anymore, despite the enemies the others had faced here.
Dorian knew his body was near its end. Even the bandages Sydonai had given him would not be able to hold his brittle, frail body together much longer. But it didn't stop the soulless mummy from going on long walks, trying to keep it in "shape". More often than not, he slipped into a marble form and let it explore. Quigby was always keen on taking them to the library, where he'd devour three books within an afternoon. But this morning, there was no talk of libraries. There was no superhero Sydonai for Poppy to play with. There was just a low sun in the sky, the faint scents of spring permeating the the air of the abandoned streets, and a lone figure moving at an even, slow pace down one of the sidewalks.
He was used to solitude. It was a familiar comfort, just himself and the five voices of the souls murmuring in the back of his mind. He preferred this to anything else the universe could offer him.
Sighing merrily, the mummy ambled over to the nearest bench and sat himself down carefully. He'd usually worry about his royal purple robes snaring on the wood, but he was more than grateful for the chance to rest. Once seated, he leaned his head back, situated his marble bag (which included his tracking device), and closed his eyes, basking in the moment.