[Dorian turns towards the boy, to the person with a beautiful voice and an incredible face, and he is instantly enchanted
or would be, if it weren't for that blood.
Dorian turns absolutely pale, and he can't speak. His throat closes up, his stomach twists. He remembers stairs and a pool of blood and oh God, oh Lord—]
Are you—my god, are you all right? Can I—are you all right?
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or would be, if it weren't for that blood.
Dorian turns absolutely pale, and he can't speak. His throat closes up, his stomach twists. He remembers stairs and a pool of blood and oh God, oh Lord—]
Are you—my god, are you all right? Can I—are you all right?