Something's wrong when you regret [Closed]

[theothermrgray]

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.

Comments

[ghflskhu_ph]

“HMPH.” The triangle nearly looks bored by the apology, perhaps too many arguments with Ford is starting to make complacency lose its appeal.

“I’m MORE than IMPLYING it, PRINCE CHARMING."

And just like that, Bill is gone. Or is he?

“I can be ELLLLSEWHERE too-“

His voice bounces off the walls, and next thing Dorian knows the triangle is inside the paintings, running back and forth from one to another without ever leaving the frame, subtly popping to sit on Dorian’s shoulder, replacing the eyes of a few if the paintings with his own and eventually snapping back into EXISTENCE RIGHT in front of HIS FACE.

“But your DREAMS are the EASIEST REALM for our TWO DIFFERING states to MEET. Hohhh man, I can only IMAGINE what it must have been like for someone like YOU to WAKE UP in WONDERLAND- but I'm more than a RARE SIGHT, I'm ONE OF A KIND, PAL!"

[theothermrgray]

Prince Charming.

The last person who called him that was out for his blood. The one before that, an old flame that had long gone out. How on earth did this thing have the gall to call him by that horrible name?

Dorian's offense turns to frightened bemusement as the disembodied voice echoes through the halls... As the triangular form flows through the canvases, popping in and out of reality, abruptly appearing on his shoulder and right in front of him.

At this point, it is quite clear that Dorian got the point.

"... That you are. I suspect you could... I don't know, even manipulate yourself in dreams?"

[ghflskhu_ph]

Bill could have only laugh at that-- and he does- shaking with the mirth midair.

"I prefer manipulating other people, but you got it SMART STUFF-- I mean, what do you call what is happening right now?"

He glances at the opium.

"You don’t ALWAYS have TWO DIMENSIONAL NIGHTMARES do ya? If that's the case, I gotta step up my game!"

[theothermrgray]

He follows the triangle's gaze to the useless, discarded opium pipe on the floor... Yes, this must all be a hallucination. How else would he explain it?

"Well, if you mean literal two dimensional nightmares, then no. However, given Wonderland's strangeness, it wouldn't be out of the ordinary to start dreaming about things that should not exist."

He's not quite sure how well he's able to rationalize this dream, but it is a dream. He doesn't have to rationalize anything in a dream.

"Why, were you planning to transform into something less..." Not to be offensive, but, "...abstract? I'm just curious now."

[ghflskhu_ph]

“WHOA, WHOA! HARDLY! What kind of a QUESTION is THAT, PORTRAITURE?”

Too late, offense is taken. HE is perfect the way he is, thank you. If you don’t like the way he looks, perhaps Dorian will prefer the way he looks now, as he begins to expand, growing larger and larger; a shapeless black mass of multiple eyes, flickering throughout the rapidly shifting form.

“How about I TRANSFORM YOU into SOMETHING INSTEAD?!”

... It's probably not going to be a more preferable form.

“WHAT DID YOU HAVE IN MIND?”

[theothermrgray]

Bill didn't have to shout. Or distort reality. Or- GAH!

Dorian shrieks as the demon slowly encompasses the whole room and turn it into a living nightmare. Oh god, he did NOT want his form to be toyed with if this thing could turn into whatever that is.

"Nothing!" He nearly begs in a fit of terror, "Nothing! You were fine as you were!" Please have mercy on him.

[ghflskhu_ph]

"AW SHUCKS, PAL, you MEAN THAT?"

Some people fish for compliments-- others put a gun to your head and demand them. The transformation stops nearly instantly, shrinking back into a predesignated form.

Bill holds out hand to the terrified man, ready to yank him back to his feet if necessary, should he have cowered to the point of falling down. SIGH It's a BORING form to be sure, but the human guise he has worn several events now should bring this Victorian wimp out of his daze. Fully human apart from one eye perpetually leaking what could only be described as inky black smoke, Bill stares down the other individual.

"NOW, DORIAN GRAY, why don't you FILL ME IN on your IMPRESSIONS of WONDERLAND so FAR?"

Bill's going to have to keep an eye on this one.