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[nobodyneedknow]

It is an awful lot of fuss for a box

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scene i; drifting

[shiningdown]

The space of Dorian's abode is unexpected but somehow not surprising either, and Yvaine, having imposed on the polite Daniel already and not feeling like taking it upon herself to borrow a favor of Caspian X who seems to have a family to answer to anyway, has made her temporary place here. She spends her nights outside, often disappearing to the gardens or the beach, grateful only to the witch who almost had the heart out of her only for the healing of her leg, and even with that it remains a sour reminder of what almost was, what she really ought to have guessed at.

But she had been so relieved to find someone kind, and she hesitates to call it folly for she has witnessed--or rather, observed from quite afar--the truth of some of the more generous earth dwellers. They are not myths, though clearly not the majority either.

She has passed no such judgment on Dorian himself, thankful to him for a place to stay, though she will continue to insist she could have made do with the woods, the river, and the strangers who are not her

scene i; drifting

[nobodyneedknow]

Dorian Gray has very few loves in his life

scene i; drifting

[shiningdown]

As Yvaine has no reason to think Dorian's smile is not genuine, she reads it no other way, moving to stand only to then step a pace or so away from the instrument, hands folded in front of her lightly. She experiences that vague notion that beings sometimes get when they are not quite in their place and, unfamiliar yet, remain unsure as to what places they ought not to be, or if in fact there are such places. Granted, she would not call it nervous, but her tendency toward tension and a jumpiness since the witch at the inn can't be helped by anything but time. Still feeling more than a little the fool for having walked to appreciatively into such a trap, the star knows too well how it shifts light onto her own ignorance and deals a visible blow to her pride, unflappable before falling to earth or, in this case, falling hereOf course, only Tristan knows the whole of the story. Some comfort, that. Or it ought to be, but to her increasing consternation, she finds it isn't

scene i; drifting

[nobodyneedknow]

Dorian takes a moment to watch her. He thinks that she is much prettier than she realizes, but there is something distant in Yvaine. He suspects that she tells the truth when she says that she is a star. There is too much about her that is cold, as if she had in fact fallen from the heavens. He moves carefully through the room and goes to sit at his piano, Chopin emerging from his fingers