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[tevintage]

Who| Dorian Pavus and YOU
What| Dorian returns after being MIA for a couple weeks
Where| D7, out in the city, i'll write you a prompt if you want something else!
When| Right about now, funk soul brother.
Warnings/Notes| N/A

 

The first thing that Dorian did when he awoke was reflexively touch his chest, only to find the scarred over flesh was instead smooth and unbroken, just as it was when he had first arrived in the capitol. He just breathed, for a moment, staring up at the ceiling with his hand resting against his lungs, feeling the breath fill them and then slip away. After a moment he got up - found the clothes waiting for him, and dressed, before spending a few long minutes carefully looking over himself in the mirror. Every cut, every gash, every scar was gone. The hunger and the illness no longer hollowed his cheeks, the bags were gone from under his eyes. He carefully waxed his moustache and tousled his hair, looking at his reflection and feeling, not for the first time, older than he appeared.

When he stepped out his door, he nearly tripped over the small candle burning at his feet, but somehow managed to keep his dignity. He frowned, leaning down to pick it up.

"Exactly how long have I been gone?" He wondered aloud.

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Later, when he could finally steal a moment of peace from his escort's overbearing gaze, Dorian escaped into the city. He made a beeline for a small, but up-class, bar - the kind that seemed to cater to people of more peculiar tastes than the usual. He needed a drink. Or, you know, ten.