InsaneJournal

Current mood:	romantic
Entry tags:	dorian gray, emily wotton

WHO: Dorian & Emily
WHAT: A romantic evening
WHEN: Tuesday 4/5
WHERE: Their apartment
WARNINGS: We shall see...


While Emily was out taking photographs, Dorian was at home, slaving over the stove. Or rather, he was following the directions on the back of a frozen pasta dish, slicing a loaf of take-and-bake bread, and steaming vegetables in the microwave. It was a bit of a change for him, but then, there was little about Colligo that had not forced him to change--like water flowing around rocks. Or perhaps he was just feeling a bit Zen after having died, been resurrected, and losing his immortality while he yet lived, all in a few short months.

He wondered if Emily had noticed anything different. He almost hadn't noticed himself, except for the fact that he had given himself a half a dozen, nasty little paper cuts on the cards that he had left her around the house. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a paper cut--probably not in a good eighteen years. After all, if he healed from knife wounds almost instantaneously, a paper cut was hardly worth noticing. Until he was mortal again, and even the salt in his own sweat made it sting like nothing else.

He also flattered himself to think that he was becoming more attentive to those around him ever since he'd offered to forgo his own comfort and sleep on the floor while he was bound to Toph, so that she could 'see' and rest more easily on the floor herself. But who could really tell? The picture was nowhere to be seen, and in fact, it had been weeks since Dorian had even given it a thought.

What he was thinking now, as he set the table, drew the drapes, turned the lights and music down low, and lit candles in the dining room was that he was really, really looking forward to romancing his lady-love.