[Hearing the voices of Kazuhira and Nyx, even though they were abstract noises in to his ears, relieved a part of him, a small part that could find relief. He was still horrified by absolutely everything his magic had been put to use for while he'd been utterly useless in stopping it. That hurt his feelings and his pride a great deal given that he'd put in years of training to become the mage that he was. There was also the white-hot pain that persisted in overriding any thoughts and other needs; like moving for instance...that was a challenge.
One that Venom had to navigate for him, it wasn't pleasant, even though he knew that Venom was being as gentle as he possibly could, so he just had to grit his teeth and endure as he was repositioned. It's comfortable enough, better than the floor where he'd been for Maker knows how long, under the influence of his shadow...oh, how something so simple could force the air from his lungs, but Venom was also working hard in the face of his own pain. He was even wiping Dorian's tears, much to the mages own burning ignominy; he felt like he was five years old again, yet he couldn't help it even if he wanted to.
Right now he had to find his voice and maybe attempt to focus his eyes on something, Venom's face was there and that was comforting. The fact that he looked as though he'd been pitched through the Void was less comforting and Dorian was certain he couldn't look much better. It was something to focus on, at least, that...and the sound of his voice. He heard the question, it was understanding it that took a moment and then came the ugh feeling that often presented itself when Dorian had to confess something, couldn't he just forget something like...his allergies toward stripweed, for instance...well, he supposed he could forget something, but that was too much like the horror show from his past...so that wouldn't work.]
Maker's breath...[Dorian managed, it was difficult enough getting that out and his usual velvety voice sounded like sandpaper.]...don't suppose my fear of heights would count? I mean looking down and feeling the weight of your own mortality...
[He's going for dry humor, but his expression wouldn't work with him and that became even more apparent when Venom covered his eyes, it was kind, it really was, but his comfort came from the fact that he could see the man. That he could see something that was real given that he was the only real thing in his nightmare for countless hours...perhaps days. So he raised a hand to pull at Venom's good intentioned one feebly.]...Ahab...it's been dark for...quite some time...I don't mind looking at you...
[He'd rather not have to dig around the bone arena of his skull for something humiliating, but if he did he'd like to be able to see.]
I'll tell you...this isn't something that I talk about, but if I don't have a choice...[Dorian sighed, resigned, but after the shit they put themselves through, Kazuhira, Nyx, and Venom]...I don't think I really told you or anyone how I became a veritable prisoner on my family's estate.
[It's not the most honorable story, good people died in this story, he doesn't like to talk about it.]...that's the story...I can trust you with it?
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One that Venom had to navigate for him, it wasn't pleasant, even though he knew that Venom was being as gentle as he possibly could, so he just had to grit his teeth and endure as he was repositioned. It's comfortable enough, better than the floor where he'd been for Maker knows how long, under the influence of his shadow...oh, how something so simple could force the air from his lungs, but Venom was also working hard in the face of his own pain. He was even wiping Dorian's tears, much to the mages own burning ignominy; he felt like he was five years old again, yet he couldn't help it even if he wanted to.
Right now he had to find his voice and maybe attempt to focus his eyes on something, Venom's face was there and that was comforting. The fact that he looked as though he'd been pitched through the Void was less comforting and Dorian was certain he couldn't look much better. It was something to focus on, at least, that...and the sound of his voice. He heard the question, it was understanding it that took a moment and then came the ugh feeling that often presented itself when Dorian had to confess something, couldn't he just forget something like...his allergies toward stripweed, for instance...well, he supposed he could forget something, but that was too much like the horror show from his past...so that wouldn't work.]
Maker's breath...[Dorian managed, it was difficult enough getting that out and his usual velvety voice sounded like sandpaper.]...don't suppose my fear of heights would count? I mean looking down and feeling the weight of your own mortality...
[He's going for dry humor, but his expression wouldn't work with him and that became even more apparent when Venom covered his eyes, it was kind, it really was, but his comfort came from the fact that he could see the man. That he could see something that was real given that he was the only real thing in his nightmare for countless hours...perhaps days. So he raised a hand to pull at Venom's good intentioned one feebly.]...Ahab...it's been dark for...quite some time...I don't mind looking at you...
[He'd rather not have to dig around the bone arena of his skull for something humiliating, but if he did he'd like to be able to see.]
I'll tell you...this isn't something that I talk about, but if I don't have a choice...[Dorian sighed, resigned, but after the shit they put themselves through, Kazuhira, Nyx, and Venom]...I don't think I really told you or anyone how I became a veritable prisoner on my family's estate.
[It's not the most honorable story, good people died in this story, he doesn't like to talk about it.]...that's the story...I can trust you with it?