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[singulartragedy]

Adrian sits in the main room, writing in a little leatherbound book, quick scrawled lines in a large, loose hand. The letters are beginning to stray a bit, the lines not quite straight; his hands aren't so steady today, and for that matter, neither is he. He pauses, thinking, but then, his thoughts aren't terribly clear, either

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[allartisuseless]

Dorian tutted softly and sat next to Adrian on the couch. "What are you writing, my dear?" He leaned close and inhaled the delicious smell of smoke.

[singulartragedy]

Adrian coloured faintly, shutting the book. "Only a poem," he said -- he'd never liked being asked about his writing.

[allartisuseless]

"A poem! You know I always love to read your work, Adrian." He gently started tugging the book away. "Let me see?"

[singulartragedy]

He shook his head, keeping his hold on the book. "Don't -- Dorian, please. It's dreadful. You know it's dreadful."

[allsweetflowers]

"Hast-- oh--!" Ophelia, who has tripped inside the room without a look inside beforehand, steps back swiftly, realizing that she doesn't know the man within.

"Thy pardon, sir," as she reddens, "I thought thou wast another--"

[singulartragedy]

"It's quite all right, Miss," he says, closing the book. "Who were you looking for?"

[allsweetflowers]

"My l-- ...no one of importance," she mumbles, her blush growing deeper. "I beg thy pardon for th'interruption, gentle sir..."

[singulartragedy]

"It doesn't matter. It wasn't -- I wasn't doing anything important."

[shadowofarose]

*pauses in the doorway, seeing the nice man James is such good friends with!*

Good evening, sir.

[singulartragedy]

Oh--! Good evening, miss. *he smiles, a quick, nervous sort of smile, all too aware that he smells of smoke*

[vanekiller]

*and cue an entering Jim -- that smell of smoke is present with him, too, and he flops (rather unsteadily) down next to Adrian* ...'Llo.

[singulartragedy]

Hallo. *-- and of course, it doesn't take long to catch the scent, and he gives Jim a wry smile* You too?

[vanekiller]

Mmhm. *laughs a little, self-deprecatingly* It got t' be too much.

[singulartragedy]

*sighs and moves closer, laying his head on Jim's shoulder* We're a mess, aren't we?