Dorian Gray (portraitof) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-01-14 16:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, dorian gray, vanessa ives |
Who: Dorian Gray and Vanessa Ives
When: Backdated: Friday, January 13th. Late Evening
Where: Their Home; The Attic
What: After Dorian's most recent dreams, he's worried.
Rating/Warnings: Mostly Family Friendly. Reference to past and dream murders
Status: Complete
Dorian sat in the black, leather wingback chair across from his portrait. Since he’d had the attic redone and placed the portrait there for safe keeping, he came up to the attic from time to time, mostly out of paranoia, making sure it was still there, but every now and then it was because he worried that he might be slipping away. That he might become the Dorian from his dreams. The Dorian who could kill without a second thought. The Dorian who had killed Angelique, a woman he had had strong feelings for all because of his complicated feelings for Lily.
Having woken up from that particular dream, Dorian had slipped out of bed, leaving Vanessa asleep, slipped on a silk bathrobe and headed up to the attic where he sat now, a glass of scotch in hand as he stared at the portrait, practically having a staring contest with the twisted, grotesque version of himself upon the canvas.
It didn’t take long for Vanessa to wake, missing Dorian next to her and also pulled to give him comfort. Her abilities were stronger now that she was working with them and when it came to Dorian she was even more attuned to him than most. Slipping on her robe she headed towards the attic, slipping inside and moving to Dorian silently. It almost broke her heart to see him sitting there looking almost lost as he stared at the portrait.
She silently and carefully sat on his lap, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “You are still you” she told him softly.
Dorian had heard Vanessa’s footsteps on the stairs so he wasn’t surprised when she slipped into his lap. Placing his glass down on the little table beside his chair, he wrapped one arm around her waist, his gaze never leaving the portrait’s. “I killed her. I killed Angelique. Because she found my portrait.” Part of him still couldn’t quite believe he’d done it while the other part wasn’t the least bit surprised by that turn of events.
“You didn’t chose to tell her. She should have waited for you” Vanessa told him, she knew how protective Dorian was of his secret. If Angelique had known him at all she would have known better than to go snooping into something he hadn’t chosen to show her his portrait.
Dorian had no way of knowing for sure that she had actually got snooping, but once he’d found the passageway open, he’d quickly made up his mind to poison her despite the fact that she claimed to be able to accept him the way he was as he had done with her. “It makes me wonder though. Had I not met Lily, would I have still killed Angelique.” He finally tore his gaze away from the painting to look at Vanessa, “If it had been you, would I have killed you?”
“No, I don’t think you would have killed me” Vanessa told him, “Because I would have understood and you would have trusted me” There was a darkness in both Vanessa and Dorian in the dreams, here too though it was not as powerful, and had things been different Vanessa truly believed that they would have found something in each other that satisfied that darkness.
It was true, he and Vanessa both had darkness in them that had attracted them to one another. It was the same thing that attracted him to Lily. With Angelique; while he had cared for her very much, it had been her uniqueness that had attracted him to her, but in the end darkness seemed to win out. “But it isn’t only in the dreams. I killed those construction workers without a second thought.” Thinking back on it, there had really been no good reason to do it aside from his paranoia that they somehow knew that he had redone the attic to keep something a secret. What would stop him from doing it again if he once again became paranoid over someone else finding his portrait?
“You reacted out of worry and to protect our secret” Vanessa reassured him, “And if you ever worry about anything like that again then you will talk to me and we’ll work something out. You are a good man Dorian, don’t ever doubt that” He couldn’t take all of the blame, after all it had been her vision which had let him to worry so she carried the responsibility just as much as he did. It was something they both lived with and if anything happened in the future they would face it together and jointly work out what to do.
Dorian couldn’t help the smile that crossed his lips as he gazed up at Vanessa. He didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky as to find a woman like her. Most people wouldn’t have been quite so understanding of their significant other murdering a couple of people for practically no reason, but Vanessa understood why he had done it and wasn’t the least bit scared of him. “You might just be the first person, in this world, who has ever called me a good man. I’ve heard charming and despicable, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard good before.” He slid his hand up her back, the other resting on her thigh.
Vanessa understood exactly why Dorian had done it, had it been her faced with everything he’d known at the time she may have taken the same steps in order to protect them. They could not risk anyone finding and harming the painting. And as for being scared, Vanessa couldn’t be afraid of the man she loved, because she knew he loved her too and they would never harm each other. “Well you are charming too” she told him with a smile, “I love every part of you Dorian” she added before she kissed him.
“I do enjoy being called charming,” He smiled against her lips as he kissed her back. His fingers tangled, gently, in her hair before his hand slid back down around her waist and he leaned his head against her chest, “I love you too, Vanessa.” He knew that the things Vanessa was saying were true, but that didn’t stop him from worrying that someday he might become just as disconnected from the human race as he was in the dreams. Hopefully Vanessa would always be there to be his anchor. “Shall we go back to bed now?”
Sliding her own hand up Vanessa stroked Dorian’s hair and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. She would always be Dorian’s anchor, just as he was hers, that support would never waver. She was his forever, no matter what came their way. “I think that is a very good idea” she said giving him another kiss before sliding off his lap, taking his hand and leading him from the room and the painting.