[ In those spare moments while Warren is gone, Dorian has that skin-crawling sensation again, that nagging feeling that something is amiss. His ears ring, his mouth feels dry, and that shrill alarm sounds in his head again. This time, he brings both hands to clutch at his head, drawing up his knees and gritting his teeth to will the noise away.
He feels-- wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong.
What's happening?
The noise subsides as quickly as it came, leaves him feeling drained though he's forgotten why. When Warren steps back in, Dorian can't help the small, subdued smile of relief that brightens his face. ]
Careful, my dear -- you're being endearingly domestic.
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He feels-- wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong.
What's happening?
The noise subsides as quickly as it came, leaves him feeling drained though he's forgotten why. When Warren steps back in, Dorian can't help the small, subdued smile of relief that brightens his face. ]
Careful, my dear -- you're being endearingly domestic.