Date: 2018-06-14 04:16 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] fantachetic
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[ Later, Dorian will be grateful that Bull told him, but in the moment, the news does nothing but sit heavily on his chest and in his mind. Leilani died. She died and he wasn't there. If he hadn't been such a stubborn prat, she wouldn't have been on that damn waystation in the first place- or at least not without him. She didn't suffer long is little consolation.

She suffered. Had bled out- possibly alone. His mind keeps replaying their last conversation together, plunging the knife further into his chest and twisting painfully. Leilani had died angry with him.

The booth that they're sitting at feels too small, suddenly, leaving his skin tingling. He needs to leave. Bull doesn't want to witness Dorian become even more of a mess than he is now, and it's within reach. What he truly needs is to lock himself in that barren room of his and drink himself into a stupor.

His two best friends in the entire world were dead, and he feels so, so alone in a bar filled with people. He glances at Bull as neutrally as he can muster, shifting in his seat and glancing quickly to the door. ]


[ Abruptly: ] I should go.

[ Before the foundations of his facade crack irreparably and he's left horribly embarrassed. ]
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