you shall love your crooked neighbour/with your crooked heart | dorian/inquisitor


When he falls, he does not fall slowly.

It is, he thinks, appropriate, that the realization that he loves, he loves, he loves, comes not as a gentle stream, as a steady crescendo, as a subtle climb - such a love is a luxury reserved for the blessed few, for the ones who are able to afford coy smiles and soft touches and lingering kisses under the cloak of twilight. This is not a thing that they can have, not a thing that he can give - it is the love that Dorian deserves, and he spends each of his days after his revelation mourning the fact that such a life was robbed from them.

(And it would have been wonderful - he would have courted him properly, with flowers and poems and candlelight, and the mage would have been horribly indignant but he would have adored it, too, this much he knows. Perhaps someday they can do it over again.

Perhaps someday they can do it right).

But what they have…he falls, and when he falls he falls hard, and fast, and all at once.

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As I Walked Out One Evening - Auden
Tom Hiddleston
As I Walked Out One Evening - Auden

As I walked out one evening by W. H. Auden, read by Tom Hiddleston

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
‘Love has no ending.

'I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,

'I’ll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.’

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.

'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.

'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver’s brilliant bow.

'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you’ve missed.

'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.

'O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbor
With your crooked heart.’

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.