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entrancelogs2016-10-26 05:44 pm
theothermrgray) wrote in entrancelogs2016-10-26 05:44 pm
Something's wrong when you regret [Closed]
Who: Dorian and BILL
Where: Dorian's mind
When: Oct. 26th, after the event
Rating: PG - PG13 for Bill's weirdness? May change later
Summary: Dorian dozes off while smoking opium. Triangles ensue.
The Story:
Dorian stared at the video from yesterday in shock. Yes, he remembered everything he did as a Lost One, but the video made those memories even more unbearable. Was he really wearing a fox pelt for a scarf?! And the hallucinations... Urgh... Those were the worst...
No better time to hit the opium, then. He was thankful the closets would give him anything he wanted, otherwise he would have spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to locate an opium den that may not exist. Sure, it was a bad habit, but he needed the calm and the escape. That was all.
Dorian blew out another puff of smoke as he settled into his fainting couch, letting the drug take hold and lull him into drowsy intoxication. The door was locked, of course. He had to make sure nobody would bother him while he's out of it... While his eyelids gently shut and his consciousness fades off into dreams.
Of course, he hadn't suspected anyone in the manor could invade those dreams.
Where: Dorian's mind
When: Oct. 26th, after the event
Rating: PG - PG13 for Bill's weirdness? May change later
Summary: Dorian dozes off while smoking opium. Triangles ensue.
The Story:
Dorian stared at the video from yesterday in shock. Yes, he remembered everything he did as a Lost One, but the video made those memories even more unbearable. Was he really wearing a fox pelt for a scarf?! And the hallucinations... Urgh... Those were the worst...
No better time to hit the opium, then. He was thankful the closets would give him anything he wanted, otherwise he would have spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to locate an opium den that may not exist. Sure, it was a bad habit, but he needed the calm and the escape. That was all.
Dorian blew out another puff of smoke as he settled into his fainting couch, letting the drug take hold and lull him into drowsy intoxication. The door was locked, of course. He had to make sure nobody would bother him while he's out of it... While his eyelids gently shut and his consciousness fades off into dreams.
Of course, he hadn't suspected anyone in the manor could invade those dreams.