Appearance of Sin [OPEN / INCOMPLETE]

[jardin_npcs]

Characters: Dorian Gray, whoever.
Location: Campus, dormitory garden.
Time: October 3rd, late morning and continued.
Summary: Dorian decides to introduce himself to students by drinking tea in their garden.

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[heron_prince]

Reyson usually preferred the peace and quiet of his own greenhouse on the top of the science building, but that didn't mean he didn't admire the magnificence and sheer size of the school's gardens. There were many plants here that he considered his 'friends' and he liked keeping an eye on them, especially since he never once saw a gardener or another faculty member come in here to actively take care of them.

Today, he kept to a little path near the waterfall away from the other visitors where a great abundance of scented herbs were growing. Lifting the hem of his long white robes to keep them from getting dirty, the bird prince knelt gracefully by a particularly large batch of a citris-smelling and gingerly settled a pale, slender hand on the tip of the tallest flower. A throbbing, serene feeling passed through him and he smiled. It was good to know this plant was doing better, it looked rather wilted last week.

He stood and brushed himself off, stretching his massive wings behind him as he did so. There was another plant he'd like to check on, a rose bush that was very young and very tiny. It needed a little encouragement to grow and he wanted to be there when its first flower bloomed.

Tucking his wings gingerly behind his back so he didn't accidentally hit any of the flora that grew around him, Reyson headed in the rose bush's direction with soft, muted steps. Coming across the clearing with the gazebo, his sharp, eagle-like eyes immediately noticed that the center bench was occupied. Hesitating at the edge of the clearing, Reyson noticed how calm the other seemed to be and gave a small nod of the head. "Hello," he said pleasantly, hoping he didn't frighten the other with his sudden appearance. It was hard to expect a tall, winged man to step out of a brush, after all.

[jardin_npcs]

Ever since he beheld his own visage staring at him from a certain portrait, Dorian needed much more than sudden appearances to be frightened. After all, what were wings but merely spare limbs? Nothing to be surprised by. He heard, in fact, that another student shared this peculiar feature. He couldn't wait to peer into the hearts of both of them.

"Well met, sir!" He answered with a triumphant smile as he raised his free hand and made a cheerful wave. "I trust you are well?"

[heron_prince]

Being more animal than human, Reyson could sense that something was... off about the man. He was extremely charming and very welcoming, it seemed, but the prince could feel an unease settle into his stomach. Not one to be rude, he took a graceful step into the clearing and looked at the other with a bird-like cock of his head. "I am, sir," he answered politely. "Who... are you?" A new professor, perhaps? Reyson didn't know much about the faculty but he was good with faces and he knew he hadn't seen this man before.

[jardin_npcs]

"Dorian Gray," the man answered without hesitation, his smile persisting. Oh, how he loathed his name at one point in his life. How tired he was of hearing it from friend and stranger alike, how much he earned for a day that it meant nothing to people around him.

And here he was, in a place where none would have heard of him. How unfortunate that he had no time to enjoy a new lease at life, and yet how good that he had no time to make his name known in yet another place.

"I am your new teacher of fine arts."

[heron_prince]

That smile was eerie, but Reyson found his cheerfulness contagious. It was so nice to see a happy teacher for once. Most of the professors were either sad themselves or too preoccupied with other things to show the students anything more than a professional side of them.

"Fine arts?" Reyson came closer, like an animal tempted by bait. His wings quivered with excitement and the prince's serene face broke into a gentle smile of his own. "I always appreciated the arts. Do you paint, sir? Or sing, perhaps?" It'd be nice to find someone else that could sing. Reyson liked singing but he always thought that his memories were filled with other voices, other members of his family that would join him.