This is a silly place...

[devils_bargain]

Who: Dorian Gray and Hayley Stark. Then, Dorian and Adrian Veidt.
When: Tonight.
Where: Seventh floor, though perhaps he will venture further.
What: Dorian is meeting Hayley so she can explain his comm to him.
Warnings: None.
Note: COMPLETE. This ends with Dorian going away angrily to read Dorian Gray, so he isn't lingering about after Adrian's thread.

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[triggered_it]

Oh, pity. Haley had somehow disappeared, but the other had wandered off on his own and was now going in quite the opposite direction than the one he was supposed to be going. New plan: Adrian retreated back into the shadows, silently, following the young man for quite sometime. Yes, he was aware that his actions could be considered strange, but this was how he operated

[triggered_it]

He took another glance at the bookshelf, pulling out a more ragged paperback copy.

"These two are the only ones that I see." He handed it to Dorian nonchalantly. "As for how it can be true? There are people here from different times, different places. Perhaps someone from the future saw fit to right about your life, however incorrect some of the details may be." He spoke casually enough, as if that may actually be the case, instead of it actually being a real man who wrote a fictional account of another man's life that turned out to be an actual account of a real man's life in another universe. The lie simplified matters immensely, and he got the impression that Dorian was a man who very much liked being told what he wanted to hear. "Some may insist that every detail is true, that you are even 'fictional,' but ignore their ridiculous claims."

He smiled again, but only slightly, though it was not unfriendly. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Dorian. I'll leave you to your reading now."

[devils_bargain]

Dorian took the second book from Adrian and held it with the first, and scanned around the empty space in the shelf to be sure there weren't other copies that Adrian had missed.

Someone, after he had died, wrote about his life. He was infamous. He had, in some sense, been infamous while he was alive. He was still adjusting to the idea, perhaps the fact, that this barge travelled in time and that he was liberated from his own time, rather than merely being dead and in hell, or on the way to it.

"Fictional..." he echoed, kind of distantly. He was, to put it mildly, incredibly preoccupied. "Ignore them. Yes..." he frowned at Adrian, though he was not upset with him. This was not his fault. He actually owed him a favor for telling him about this quickly, helping him to possibly head off potential damages.

"Thank you," he said. "I trust that you won't speak of this..." though, he knew, from what Adrian had told him, that some people knew regardless.