Dorian didn't think he changed all that much in the last few years, but as soon as he stepped out of his jet, that became immediately apparent. He kept jumping at any loud noises and checking people's skin and eyes for anything out of the ordinary. He casually chatted with someone about the latest Marvel movies, and he swore the lady gave him the dirtiest look for saying that it was completely xenophobic to aliens. Xenophobia was completely fictional here. Right.
All in all, the rose-colored memories of the normie world dulled into a boring gray. People here were so... static. He could barely fit in when he had too much color cramped in his (perfectly sculpted) body.
Meetings with his old friends had gone strangely, too. One was learning French. Another had a baby on the way. The most fascinating he heard was one of them kissed their friend's sister without knowing it was their sister. That was it? No drama, no excitement, no haunted corn mazes? Dorian signed a few papers here and there, but at the end of the day, there was nothing.
What happened?
He couldn't say the last week went by fast. Maybe it did a little, but it was just because his schedule was cramped and not because of any enjoyment. When he was done with all of it, he let out a huge sigh of relief. It was over. Thank fucking god for that. He didn't have a lot of time to Skype Mia and Logan, and that was his fault. He kept dreaming of long red hair and tufts of purple. He concluded that he was feeling home sick already, home sick for his weird fantasy home, with his goddess girlfriend and unicorn boyfriend.
He flew to Greece directly after. Dorian was all handsome in his Armani coat, dark green scarf and shades, texting Mia his location. He'd love to hang out for a night, eat some Greek dishes and take a lot of pictures.
@Kathinja
All in all, the rose-colored memories of the normie world dulled into a boring gray. People here were so... static. He could barely fit in when he had too much color cramped in his (perfectly sculpted) body.
Meetings with his old friends had gone strangely, too. One was learning French. Another had a baby on the way. The most fascinating he heard was one of them kissed their friend's sister without knowing it was their sister. That was it? No drama, no excitement, no haunted corn mazes? Dorian signed a few papers here and there, but at the end of the day, there was nothing.
What happened?
He couldn't say the last week went by fast. Maybe it did a little, but it was just because his schedule was cramped and not because of any enjoyment. When he was done with all of it, he let out a huge sigh of relief. It was over. Thank fucking god for that. He didn't have a lot of time to Skype Mia and Logan, and that was his fault. He kept dreaming of long red hair and tufts of purple. He concluded that he was feeling home sick already, home sick for his weird fantasy home, with his goddess girlfriend and unicorn boyfriend.
He flew to Greece directly after. Dorian was all handsome in his Armani coat, dark green scarf and shades, texting Mia his location. He'd love to hang out for a night, eat some Greek dishes and take a lot of pictures.
@Kathinja