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hideous_soul & fruitbrandy
Location: Off the Plane, in gardens
Time: After they met, haha
Summary: Dorian is taking a walk through the gardens of Hyde Park, and Sebastian is doing the same in Oxford's gardens. Confusion ensues.
Warnings: They're both gay and British? idk nothing
It was one of the few parks that Harry absolutely despised. Dorian had never really understood why, considering Hyde Park was one of the largest in London. He had a slight idea, however. There were many of the bourgeois that frequented the park. Dorian wasn't fond of them either, but it seemed a perfect waste to avoid the large park just because of possible, less pleasurable company. It was especially so for Dorian because Hyde Park also happened to be the closest park and garden to Mayfair.
Earlier that morning, Dorian had met Basil, as it was Monday, and Dorian had promised to come speak with Basil every other Monday. He had been inspired and was once again painting, much to Dorian's amusement. A few months ago, Basil had said that he had quite lost his inspiration after pouring his life into the wretched portrait. He would not admit it, but Dorian was glad for his friend nonetheless. The problem about their meeting this morning was not Basil's distance as he became absorbed in his painting, but instead Basil quiet insistence that Dorian should stop meeting Harry all together.
At the thought, Dorian paused at the Marble Arch and took out his watch. A quarter to twelve. Harry would likely come calling around four o'clock, since he had mentioned going to lunch with the Duchess. And that would mean that Harry would probably come ask Dorian to come to the opera with them in the evening, or perhaps a play that was in town this month. Remembering the small flyer that had come as a special invitation, it was "Romeo and Juliet," as he recalled.
A cool wind chilled him to the bones all of the sudden as he thought of Sybil. Dorian tucked the watch into his pocket and turned away from the arch, walking into the park. He would rather turn his mind away from thoughts of his cruelty and his ruin. The gardens would offer a pleasing distraction, since they had just been changed to the winter gardens. The winter jasmine should be especially beautiful without a hard frost to chill them.
It was an odd thought that crept into his mind next as he wandered, and he had to attribute it to Basil. Perhaps, he thought, rather than go to the play, he would take some of that Winter Jasmine to her grave, instead.
hideous_soul & fruitbrandyLocation: Off the Plane, in gardens
Time: After they met, haha
Summary: Dorian is taking a walk through the gardens of Hyde Park, and Sebastian is doing the same in Oxford's gardens. Confusion ensues.
Warnings: They're both gay and British? idk nothing
It was one of the few parks that Harry absolutely despised. Dorian had never really understood why, considering Hyde Park was one of the largest in London. He had a slight idea, however. There were many of the bourgeois that frequented the park. Dorian wasn't fond of them either, but it seemed a perfect waste to avoid the large park just because of possible, less pleasurable company. It was especially so for Dorian because Hyde Park also happened to be the closest park and garden to Mayfair.
Earlier that morning, Dorian had met Basil, as it was Monday, and Dorian had promised to come speak with Basil every other Monday. He had been inspired and was once again painting, much to Dorian's amusement. A few months ago, Basil had said that he had quite lost his inspiration after pouring his life into the wretched portrait. He would not admit it, but Dorian was glad for his friend nonetheless. The problem about their meeting this morning was not Basil's distance as he became absorbed in his painting, but instead Basil quiet insistence that Dorian should stop meeting Harry all together.
At the thought, Dorian paused at the Marble Arch and took out his watch. A quarter to twelve. Harry would likely come calling around four o'clock, since he had mentioned going to lunch with the Duchess. And that would mean that Harry would probably come ask Dorian to come to the opera with them in the evening, or perhaps a play that was in town this month. Remembering the small flyer that had come as a special invitation, it was "Romeo and Juliet," as he recalled.
A cool wind chilled him to the bones all of the sudden as he thought of Sybil. Dorian tucked the watch into his pocket and turned away from the arch, walking into the park. He would rather turn his mind away from thoughts of his cruelty and his ruin. The gardens would offer a pleasing distraction, since they had just been changed to the winter gardens. The winter jasmine should be especially beautiful without a hard frost to chill them.
It was an odd thought that crept into his mind next as he wandered, and he had to attribute it to Basil. Perhaps, he thought, rather than go to the play, he would take some of that Winter Jasmine to her grave, instead.