[Dorian sits in silence for a time, watching Prior's kitchen tile and life come apart with pursed lips and narrowed eyes. It isn't the worst thing he's seen, but the fact it's happening to Prior—a Prior who isn't yet exhausted by the whole thing—is a harder thing to bear witness than he imagined.
So of course he interrupts, eventually, when she's flounced off to the other side of the room. He clears his throat from his spot on the bed, leaning forward with a strained smile.]
I half expect her to run into a glass window, twittering on like that. You and I both know where she can stick her holy implements.
end of the world
So of course he interrupts, eventually, when she's flounced off to the other side of the room. He clears his throat from his spot on the bed, leaning forward with a strained smile.]
I half expect her to run into a glass window, twittering on like that. You and I both know where she can stick her holy implements.