[Now he has to grin, although he tries to physically wipe it from his face. But of course it doesn't work.] It's a pretty ridiculous image. And so here we are instead, silently suffering.
So much more dignified. To be miserable and wrecked and suicidal. Much more tragic, and so much more worthy of our hallowed places in Western culture. We have no choice, Judah. For the sake of the Western canon, we must suffer on.
[And it's incredible. Like that, he is up from endless misery and back into this fragile and enduring humour. And it is effortless. Dorian doesn't have to fight the pain, Judas doesn't make him fight it. Judas lets Dorian show his years, and leaves the door open for the escape from them.]
I feel the same. As what you said, about spending time with me.
[He simply nods to the first part. It's true, he's probably known that for a long time. There's some beauty in it. If nothing else, there's awful jokes, anyway.]
You feel right at home with you too? [He grins.] I'm glad we have the same appreciation for Dorian Gray.
[Dorian gives Judas such a grin.] Of course. What more faithful companion, more beloved friend, more near to the heart creature is there in the world but Dorian Gray? I am enamoured of him, and would fain kiss his lips if only he could give me them. But I must make do with poor substitutes, and it torments me.
[He can't do anything but grin right back. Big and stupid, there is no other way to describe it.] I guess I'll have to do it for you, I hope that helps, if only a little.
[It surprises a laugh out of Dorian, and he pulls Judas that little bit closer.] I imagine it would help a lot. Keep this up, and I'll begin to think you've been lying to me with all those stuttered words and blushing stammers.
I'm just getting more comfortable with you! [Of course, bringing it up makes the colour rise, right on cue.] And anyway, it's entirely different...! Making my own sarcastic comments is nowhere near the same.
[Teasing Judas is fun, and therefore he will persist.] It was a false promise. You say there was only the one girl, but I am beginning to suspect you have been a heartbreaker. It's very disillusioning.
It's always the ones who don't seem like it. That's how they get into your heart. Boys and girls who look put-upon, who become exasperated, who can't seem to play the game of love at all—who can't seem to play much of anything. They get you to let your guard down, and then you're theirs for good.
[And now Dorian does break, right into a great big laugh. He drags Judas in and ruffles his hair.] And so they missed the essentials.
Pick any tree you like, by the way. I mean, we could wander through here for the rest of eternity, but I was hoping we'd have a chance for a bite to eat.
[Dorian lifts up his other arm: the one off of which the makeshift basket hangs.] Fortunately, I thought ahead. No one re-imagines Nature as a docile setting for idleness like the English.
I traded recipes for supplies, if you'll believe it. So let's.
[On reaching the oak tree, Dorian pulls from the basket a blanket, or rather, some stolen drapes in solid block colours, because the patterned things are criminal. He lays it out, then gestures for Judas to sit.] Birthday boy first. Let's try not to inhale any pollen while we're here.
[Dorian settles down beside him, only able to laugh at the comment.] Yes, I do. And I can sweep and dust, and do my own laundry, and get my own food at the supermarket. I haven't had a servant in decades.
[Dorian starts pulling the foods out of the baskets, starting with a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses, but moving on to the dishes—cold cuts of roast beef, seasoned, lentil stew, the nearest approximation of ful muddamas he could manage, and canned apricots. Every single food selected as something that would have been available to Judas in his home time, or at the very least, as close to those dishes as Dorian could get.]
Sorry I couldn't get lamb, but beef seemed like a better option than trying to get meet off of the wild animals around here. A luxury, I know, but you are with one of the elite, so you may as well eat like it. And I wanted to get figs or dates, but apricots were the only things available that would work.
[Judas stares at the food, that pang of guilt hitting him immediately. There's so much food, and it looks wonderful, it's rare he sees such presentation, if ever. Not to mention the quality, sure Judas ate meat regularly after leaving Hell, but he's done away with it since coming to the Box. What's more, it's clear everything was done with him in mind, and that is truly difficult to fathom. Worry creases his brow as he bites his lip.]
I'm amazed it isn't a Findley story
Pilgrim
[And it's incredible. Like that, he is up from endless misery and back into this fragile and enduring humour. And it is effortless. Dorian doesn't have to fight the pain, Judas doesn't make him fight it. Judas lets Dorian show his years, and leaves the door open for the escape from them.]
I feel the same. As what you said, about spending time with me.
...oh no I haven't read that one, time to fix it
You feel right at home with you too? [He grins.] I'm glad we have the same appreciation for Dorian Gray.
it's a great one! (and a doorstopper)
I probably have it, gonna do it
GOOD
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[He doesn't sound hurt. He also doesn't sound like he believes it was sarcastic.]
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Pick any tree you like, by the way. I mean, we could wander through here for the rest of eternity, but I was hoping we'd have a chance for a bite to eat.
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Then there's an oak over there. ...But I didn't think to bring any food. I'm sorry, that was stupid - I can go back for some.
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[On reaching the oak tree, Dorian pulls from the basket a blanket, or rather, some stolen drapes in solid block colours, because the patterned things are criminal. He lays it out, then gestures for Judas to sit.] Birthday boy first. Let's try not to inhale any pollen while we're here.
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[He looks surprised. But Judas does sit without hesitation, taking a cautionary loom around when reminded of the flowers.]
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[Dorian starts pulling the foods out of the baskets, starting with a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses, but moving on to the dishes—cold cuts of roast beef, seasoned, lentil stew, the nearest approximation of ful muddamas he could manage, and canned apricots. Every single food selected as something that would have been available to Judas in his home time, or at the very least, as close to those dishes as Dorian could get.]
Sorry I couldn't get lamb, but beef seemed like a better option than trying to get meet off of the wild animals around here. A luxury, I know, but you are with one of the elite, so you may as well eat like it. And I wanted to get figs or dates, but apricots were the only things available that would work.
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You...you made this for me?
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i didn't want to write this tag
Dorian Gray has Bad views
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