[The need to rush, his blinkered determination to find the vampire -- everything -- all crumbles unexpectedly as Toby appears, and comes close enough to touch him. Everything about him is exactly as he remembers: the vampire's mess of fluffy hair, his terrible fashion sense, the fluid and careful way he moves, the scent of whiskey floating in the surrounding air about him, and the deliberate gentleness of his touch. Taken together, it's overwhelming and makes his heart pound with relief and heartache both, and it's so good. It's everything he's wanted and dreamed of.
None of it makes any sense, and it all feels too perfect to be real. Dorian grips hard at Toby's hand, tears springing to his eyes, and then he pulls away to reach for the line of the vampire's jaw with both hands.]
It's me-- barely, [he admits. Despite making his stand with Lucifer, there's little about the way he's been living the last few months that he'd call a life. Even in his absence, Toby's been a significant part of that.
But the vampire's here now, and he can't begin to imagine how that's happened. (Been allowed?)]
How are you alive? [he asks, bewildered. Can Toby stay? Does this mean there's a fight to come if he's to keep the man? Is this really happening?] The last I saw you, [the memory crushes down upon him as he speaks, sapping all semblance of hardness from his tone and leaving a cracking vulnerability in its stead] you were gone, and Lucifer told me that there was nowhere left for you to go. He took your body and went ... god knows where with it. [He didn't care, because it wasn't Toby anymore.] But there was nothing left -- I was alone.
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None of it makes any sense, and it all feels too perfect to be real. Dorian grips hard at Toby's hand, tears springing to his eyes, and then he pulls away to reach for the line of the vampire's jaw with both hands.]
It's me-- barely, [he admits. Despite making his stand with Lucifer, there's little about the way he's been living the last few months that he'd call a life. Even in his absence, Toby's been a significant part of that.
But the vampire's here now, and he can't begin to imagine how that's happened. (Been allowed?)]
How are you alive? [he asks, bewildered. Can Toby stay? Does this mean there's a fight to come if he's to keep the man? Is this really happening?] The last I saw you, [the memory crushes down upon him as he speaks, sapping all semblance of hardness from his tone and leaving a cracking vulnerability in its stead] you were gone, and Lucifer told me that there was nowhere left for you to go. He took your body and went ... god knows where with it. [He didn't care, because it wasn't Toby anymore.] But there was nothing left -- I was alone.
[So how.... how?]