staring through unopened doors
at the sleeping dragon curled up inside of me.
The mission was a haze, a vision amidst the fog within the mind. Dorian rose, slowly, from the floor, the room cast in darkness save the glimmer of moonlight from the porthole on the right side. From its light, beauty was illuminated. Rosalinde lay in a heap, just as he had likely been a moment before. Stirring himself from his own vague thoughts, he moved to her, placing a hand upon her shoulder, to give her a shake, to see if she would wake.
Where they were was just as much of a haze as the thoughts in his mind, but then, that was often the case. Dorian had never been known to have that much of a grasp on anything that required intelligence. It was a matter of remembering the previous days events, though, and that seemed like something he should know, but try all he might, Dorian could not. It would be up to Rosa, if she would wake. No sooner had he had the thought, that she stirred from whatever daze she'd been put in.to my chest I hold her baby born
as the dawn breaks, the black in stains
in the name of love,
in the flame of love,
the dragon rose and spawned her wings.
Everything came back to mind, once Rosalinde explained it all. In bits and pieces, the way the deal went down... it seemed to be a pattern now, that there should not be any trouble, yet there always was. And Dorian and Rosa would be the ones expected to foot the change in plans. Last time, it had been handled, simply. If it could so be called simple, when it took a lightning bolt shot through the chest of their counterpart, to settle things.
Dorian could not blame Kain for these common occurances though, for he was always there to help out the moment he could. Soon, a small boat pulled up beside the freighter he and Rosa were stuck in.
Gunfire echoed, such as would be expected. Bullets plunging into the water, and of course, the hollar and clamor of other voices. They needed to get out, or they would die, surely. Why they weren't already was a mystery, but in time, they would be, surely. On top of which, Dorian was not about to abandon those that came to aide him and Rosalinde, both. No one would die on his account.within my heart, wordless art dances there,
a delicate state of trance i dare to share.
yet in her eyes,
where i stand a thousand kisses deep,
i weep not for loss, nor lack, nor lust alone,
but for love alone... tender
sweet feeling of home i grow in her warmth
my knees feel weak
The fire came from deep within. It burst through steel, wall and door alike. Into the cargo bay they went, and with no care nor worry for what else they were carrying, what destination they were heading, or any other logical notion that would flow through one's mind, he continued on his most unstealthy and uncareful means of escape. The cargo door flew off its hinges, launching into the air, taking a few people with it as it spun and sailed into the water.
Dorian was not entirely stupid, he had guns in hand, and he used them to fire off a few shots at those in their way and too startled to actually do the easy thing and gun them down. But then Dorian simply grabbed Rosa around the waist and hauled off into the sea. Thier rescuer had to make their own escape. It would have been suicidal to try and pick them up from the sea, and sail off. They would have been gunned down like fish... well, fish in a barrel, but this was a large barrel, not made of wood, and... let's just leave the failed analogy behind.as i was yours before our lips did meet
before our eyes did see the sultry stars
a thousand kisses deep
Upon the shores, of the nearest isle, they washed ashore. Where they wound up being was anyone's guess. They could be out at sea, still, they could be on some little landmass in an inlet or river, or they could be right where they needed to be, on the mainland again. Standing up, Dorian peeled the burned, torn, and wet shirt from his body, though underneath, the bandages that covered his scars and tattoos alike was also shredded. The tattoo of the dragon on his chest was bare to the world. Something he would have been disappointed about, but right now, he was elsewise focused. He turned and looked around with more fervor than he'd done anything else in life. Where was Rosa? Had she made it to the shore as well? He saw no sign of her, not shreds of her own clothing, not any scrap of her being. He began pacing, panting from the whole of the endeavor, but mainly from the mounting concern within him.
Dorian shook his head and a few muttered curses under his breath, but still felt a pang of relief.