[That night when he first came back, broke into Dorian's place and waited for him to come home... that night, when he said he remembered dying in Dorian's arms as the sun rose... Toby hadn't meant it like this. He knew it happened, but his own memory had dimmed his senses and sensibilities to shield him from the pain. But Abduxel's powers had stripped away Toby's defenses, and his mind is shattered, stuck in a feedback loop lost in the pain and torment of that memory.
He doesn't hear Abduxel. In fact, he may not even remember where he is, let alone who is with him.
There's an eerie silence when Toby stops screaming, his exhausted body slowly tipping to one side and crashing to the ground before he curls into a ball and hugs his knees to his chest. Then, he whimpers as his gaze wanders to and fro in search of something. Someone. Dorian. And even through his blurry vision, he realizes and knows that Dorian isn't here.
And perhaps he'd be able to weather these feelings if only he weren't alone, but there's no point. This is what he deserves, not comfort. Not relief. This is what should be happening to him, and he deserves to suffer through it all alone.]
I'm sorry... [His voice is hoarse and ragged, the voice of a broken man.] I'm sorry, Dorian... I should never have... I shouldn't have done that to you... I'm so sorry. Please... please, forgive me, Dorian...
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He doesn't hear Abduxel. In fact, he may not even remember where he is, let alone who is with him.
There's an eerie silence when Toby stops screaming, his exhausted body slowly tipping to one side and crashing to the ground before he curls into a ball and hugs his knees to his chest. Then, he whimpers as his gaze wanders to and fro in search of something. Someone. Dorian. And even through his blurry vision, he realizes and knows that Dorian isn't here.
And perhaps he'd be able to weather these feelings if only he weren't alone, but there's no point. This is what he deserves, not comfort. Not relief. This is what should be happening to him, and he deserves to suffer through it all alone.]
I'm sorry... [His voice is hoarse and ragged, the voice of a broken man.] I'm sorry, Dorian... I should never have... I shouldn't have done that to you... I'm so sorry. Please... please, forgive me, Dorian...