You'll have a chance to ask the natives yourself before too long. They reveal themselves from time to time preceding events. Only they can really say for sure, though it goes without saying that they resist speaking in straight lines.
[Kind of like Dorian himself. His Dorian, at least. It remains to be seen if this one is in the habit of using pretty words to dissemble in the same way, never quite saying what he means in a way that would disturb the pristine, elegant surface of his outward appearance. The Dorian Gray he'd met is exactly like his art--still, contained, a thing of marble more than flesh.
Victor might have envied that once. The insufferable calm confidence.
As it is, he's not unskilled at affecting composure when he's in need of it, and right now he's hidden any eagerness to remove himself from Dorian's presence with a benign show of patience, hands clasped in front of him.]
I'd assumed you'd prefer your own company while you looked around. I'll remain if you have need of me.
[He's not fond of the idea of playing tour guide when memories of another Dorian's blood-splattered white suit linger near, but Victor's managed civility this long; he won't insist on leaving. As much as he might like to be a brat, he's supposed to be maturing. Theoretically.]
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[Kind of like Dorian himself. His Dorian, at least. It remains to be seen if this one is in the habit of using pretty words to dissemble in the same way, never quite saying what he means in a way that would disturb the pristine, elegant surface of his outward appearance. The Dorian Gray he'd met is exactly like his art--still, contained, a thing of marble more than flesh.
Victor might have envied that once. The insufferable calm confidence.
As it is, he's not unskilled at affecting composure when he's in need of it, and right now he's hidden any eagerness to remove himself from Dorian's presence with a benign show of patience, hands clasped in front of him.]
I'd assumed you'd prefer your own company while you looked around. I'll remain if you have need of me.
[He's not fond of the idea of playing tour guide when memories of another Dorian's blood-splattered white suit linger near, but Victor's managed civility this long; he won't insist on leaving. As much as he might like to be a brat, he's supposed to be maturing. Theoretically.]