Post by dorian g. smith on Apr 17, 2011 16:21:03 GMT -5
a cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. it is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. what more can one want?
the days were getting longer, and already dorian could feel the warmth of spring beginning to set in. it was enough to drive even him outside for the day. students were mulling about everywhere- standing all around in the courtyard, stretched out in the grass, and sitting along the edge of the lake. the sudden change in weather had brought a set of looming clouds with it though, and the bottom looked like it was going to fall out of the sky before too long. it wasn’t half an hour after he got outside that everyone cleared out and headed back indoors to avoid the impending storm. some how, that didn't keep dorian from settling down by one of the trees outside, close enough to the bridge that he could run inside if the weather decided to turn on him but far enough at that he would still claim that he crawled out of the dungeons for at least a little while.
on a daily basis, the thought of why he had been placed in slytherin didn’t cross his mind. it was just something that he had learned to accept and he didn’t find the need to question it. it was days like this that the reality of who he was set in. as the humid air sunk into his skin, it reminded him just how truly he cold he must be that he was chilled to the bone without even realizing just how frozen he had truly gotten. it wasn’t as if he was proud of the fact, but he wasn’t sure that he could help it even if he tried. he had become something that was barely human to the point that he had to literally sit out in the heat in order to feel like he was alive. he was like a snake curling up on a rock in the middle of summer to beat off the winter cold that had sent him into hibernation to begin with. it was enough to make him want to throw himself off the bridge to not only end his thoughts of self pity but to remind him that he was in fact alive.
instead of suicide, dorian dug a book out of his bag and pulled the pack of cigarettes out of it that he had shoved in there to mark his place before he had to run off to class earlier that day. it wasn’t even his book. it was some idiotic book of his sister’s that, like many other things, had gotten tossed into his trunk during the process of packing the two of them up for hogwarts. he was sure he looked real cute sitting there reading some with girly print and swirls all across the front cover as he pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it up. he was sure his sister would be furious with him for getting the smell on her book, but he honestly didn’t care. it would probably be faded before she got it back anyway, so he just took a long drag and blew the smoke up at the sky thinking that if mother nature was going to ruin his day with her dreary skies he might as well fill them with pollution just for good measure.
for a moment of time, dorian felt like he might actually want to believe in love. the silly, over-emotional characters in the book were almost enough to make him think that maybe it all wasn’t so bad, but then he remembered that his life wasn’t as simple as who fairie princess could win the affection of the prince first, but he wanted to think that his life could be that way, so quiet and fill with unrequited love, then he reminded himself how stupid that really was and flipped the page, ripping the top of it in the process.
dorian was half-way through his second chapter when the first drop of rain splattered onto the page, leaving a wavy, wet splotch in its place. he stuck the book back into his bag, but he made no attempt at moving. instead, he sat there and watched as the last few of the students who had been outside headed towards the doors before the sprinkling turned into something worse, but it was a few minutes later still before he saw a familiar brown head poke itself out from around one of the trees as if wondering if she should bother going inside and risking really getting drenched or take her chances sitting under the tree. dorian blew the last of the smoke from his lips, crushing the ashes into the ground, as he nodded his head towards her. “de, what are you doing? you look ridiculous. come sit down,” dorian commented as he stretched his long legs out in front of him.
tag: hey there delilahhh cattermole
word count: 808
lyrics: "when the day met the night" by panic! at the disco
quote: lord henry
notes: he's kind of depressing me. -_-
on a daily basis, the thought of why he had been placed in slytherin didn’t cross his mind. it was just something that he had learned to accept and he didn’t find the need to question it. it was days like this that the reality of who he was set in. as the humid air sunk into his skin, it reminded him just how truly he cold he must be that he was chilled to the bone without even realizing just how frozen he had truly gotten. it wasn’t as if he was proud of the fact, but he wasn’t sure that he could help it even if he tried. he had become something that was barely human to the point that he had to literally sit out in the heat in order to feel like he was alive. he was like a snake curling up on a rock in the middle of summer to beat off the winter cold that had sent him into hibernation to begin with. it was enough to make him want to throw himself off the bridge to not only end his thoughts of self pity but to remind him that he was in fact alive.
instead of suicide, dorian dug a book out of his bag and pulled the pack of cigarettes out of it that he had shoved in there to mark his place before he had to run off to class earlier that day. it wasn’t even his book. it was some idiotic book of his sister’s that, like many other things, had gotten tossed into his trunk during the process of packing the two of them up for hogwarts. he was sure he looked real cute sitting there reading some with girly print and swirls all across the front cover as he pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it up. he was sure his sister would be furious with him for getting the smell on her book, but he honestly didn’t care. it would probably be faded before she got it back anyway, so he just took a long drag and blew the smoke up at the sky thinking that if mother nature was going to ruin his day with her dreary skies he might as well fill them with pollution just for good measure.
for a moment of time, dorian felt like he might actually want to believe in love. the silly, over-emotional characters in the book were almost enough to make him think that maybe it all wasn’t so bad, but then he remembered that his life wasn’t as simple as who fairie princess could win the affection of the prince first, but he wanted to think that his life could be that way, so quiet and fill with unrequited love, then he reminded himself how stupid that really was and flipped the page, ripping the top of it in the process.
dorian was half-way through his second chapter when the first drop of rain splattered onto the page, leaving a wavy, wet splotch in its place. he stuck the book back into his bag, but he made no attempt at moving. instead, he sat there and watched as the last few of the students who had been outside headed towards the doors before the sprinkling turned into something worse, but it was a few minutes later still before he saw a familiar brown head poke itself out from around one of the trees as if wondering if she should bother going inside and risking really getting drenched or take her chances sitting under the tree. dorian blew the last of the smoke from his lips, crushing the ashes into the ground, as he nodded his head towards her. “de, what are you doing? you look ridiculous. come sit down,” dorian commented as he stretched his long legs out in front of him.
tag: hey there delilahhh cattermole
word count: 808
lyrics: "when the day met the night" by panic! at the disco
quote: lord henry
notes: he's kind of depressing me. -_-
