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08 February 2009 @ 06:40 pm
The Rumours of My Death  
Character: Dorian Gray
Fandom: the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen - Movie
Prompt: You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.a_muse_meme
Word Count: 462
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Setting: sometime during the 1960s

Rose and frankincense filled the air. There were few flowers decorating the chapel and even fewer mourners on their knees in the pews. I felt a moment’s trepidation as I crossed into the supposed sanctuary, but if your body could be on display here without bursting into flames, I should be acceptable to the All Mighty.

I strolled down the center aisle, my cane occasionally tapping on the floor, its sharp crack echoing through the silence. One of mourners turned to glare at me. I looked for a resemblance between you and this old woman, but I couldn’t see one. Your womb had been barren no children for you or your poor dead husband. I thought perhaps that they’d been hired to sob for you, but that look told me that this one had cared for you my dearest, Mina.

Your coffin was open, now that was a surprise. One would have thought your ancient corpse would have crumbled to ash when you gave up the ghost after all these years. The glossy black finish reflected my face back to me. My breath, warm and alive, misted on the surface as I bent over to look upon your face.

“You’re not, Mina.” I gripped the top of my walking stick, ready to draw my blade if needed. “I should have known. A trap then, my old love?”

“You’re getting sloppy in your old age, Dorian,” Mina said, suddenly at my side. She was dressed in modern clothing, a short black dress with go go boots to match. Her hair was long and sleek, cascading over her shoulders. A hint of fangs dimpled her ruby lips.

“Sentimental, perhaps?” I quipped, turning to face her. Unlike Mina I was not dressed in the current Carnaby Street rage of Nerru jackets and bell bottoms. My suit is simple and elegant as always. I reached over and played with the peace symbol hanging from her neck, letting the back of my hand brush her breast, but I don’t dally long enough to feel if her nipple hardened. “When I heard about your passing, Mrs. Harker, I had to see for myself.”

“I was hoping you’d come. It’s been a long time, Dorian.” I loved the sound of her voice, husky and come hither even after a hundred years apart. “You’ve been a hard man to find.”

“So you missed me then?” I ran my thumb over her lower lip, teasing the tip of one little fang.

“I always miss things that are bad for me, and you are so very bad.”

“I pride myself on it.” Tucking her arm through mine, I drew her out of the church besides me. “Shall we have a little drink together? There’s nothing like some debauchery between very old friends.”
Current Mood: curiouscurious
Beshterbeshter on February 9th, 2009 02:53 am (UTC)
Ahhhh, so beautifully wicked!
Dorian Grey: So very prettydorian_grey on February 10th, 2009 03:33 am (UTC)
Why thank you. Wicked is what I do best. Oh wait, perhaps I should say second best...
wytchcroft: sci-fiwytchcroft on February 9th, 2009 03:13 am (UTC)
wow that was a ton of fun!
enjoyed reading that a lot - you always have something unexpected up your literate sleeve!
Dorian Grey: Immortaldorian_grey on February 10th, 2009 03:34 am (UTC)
It's been a long time since I've gotten to have my say. But eventually clear minds will prevail.