Karl decided to head to the library to take his mind off everything else that was going on. He was trying to put escape attempts out of his head. It was impossible and dangerous and he was trying to accept this. His arm was bandaged, thanks to his horse ride. He should never have gone again, alone, looking for an escape. It was his own fault the unicorn bit his arm. It had been quite deep too. He fancied some quiet time with a book. Once inside, he found a book, but realised he'd forgotten his cigarettes. He could smell smoke. He followed the smell and saw a man curled up with a book and cigarettes. "Hey, i'm Karl," he said, "Don't suppose I could bum a cigarette?" he asked, holding out a bandaged arm.
Dorian glanced up when Karl came in, so he should not have been startled when he spoke. But he was anyway. People passed in and out of the library often without a word. He arched an eyebrow at the casual introduction but offered the man a cigarette, the silver case splayed like a butterfly over his narrow, upturned palm.
"Help yourself...Karl." He said, with a facsimile of a smile so practiced it was effortless.
"Thanks," Karl accepted a cigarette and lit up, inhaling deeply. "It...uh...hasn't been a very good day," he admitted, indicating his bandaged arm. He'd needed stitches, he was light headed from the blood he'd lost, and, like Dorian, he wanted somewhere quiet to sit.
"Clearly." Dorian said, following his gesture to his arm as he set the open case back down on the end table by the sofa. He glanced to one of the chairs nearest the sofa. He did not openly invite Karl to sit with him but he did not refuse him either. He knew the library was a good refuge for the prisoners of the castle. And he was more than a little lonely, being a creature who thrived on attention.
Wow, Karl thought, he had every reason to be bitter. "As regards freedom and being away from home, we're all in the same boat," Karl said quietly, "I left behind a small son." "But the other stuff..." he trailed off, unsure of what ever to say.
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His arm was bandaged, thanks to his horse ride. He should never have gone again, alone, looking for an escape. It was his own fault the unicorn bit his arm. It had been quite deep too.
He fancied some quiet time with a book. Once inside, he found a book, but realised he'd forgotten his cigarettes. He could smell smoke. He followed the smell and saw a man curled up with a book and cigarettes.
"Hey, i'm Karl," he said, "Don't suppose I could bum a cigarette?" he asked, holding out a bandaged arm.
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"Help yourself...Karl." He said, with a facsimile of a smile so practiced it was effortless.
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"But the other stuff..." he trailed off, unsure of what ever to say.
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"I suppose it could be worse. My acquaintance was murdered, only to be raised again from the dead a broken man."
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