[Somewhat anticlimactic, he has to admit, but in the end it seems like the reading is a psychic skill. One thing Dorian's sure of is that whatever Grayson's seeing, it's complicated. There's no way it wouldn't be.
He's interested. Also unsurprised that there isn't much reaction from the vampire besides the intensity of focus. He's stabbed this man and drank his blood.]
I'll pick them up the next time I'm out on the town. [But to the more important point here:]
So, am I a hundred shades of Gray? [Does his aura look anything like his deformed soul? Or does it show any of the nuance of the brighter spots that, on the portrait, were slathered over with blood and pestilence long ago?
There's a marked feeling of nostalgia in holding out the smallest hope for that, when the portrait's message has been clear for over a century.]
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He's interested. Also unsurprised that there isn't much reaction from the vampire besides the intensity of focus. He's stabbed this man and drank his blood.]
I'll pick them up the next time I'm out on the town. [But to the more important point here:]
So, am I a hundred shades of Gray? [Does his aura look anything like his deformed soul? Or does it show any of the nuance of the brighter spots that, on the portrait, were slathered over with blood and pestilence long ago?
There's a marked feeling of nostalgia in holding out the smallest hope for that, when the portrait's message has been clear for over a century.]