[ A few hours after seeing this, Giles leaves a tray outside Ani's door. There's a butterfly cake on a little plate with a single candle in it, a small vase with some flowers from the dining room, and a note. ]
( the next day, a book appears outside giles' door — a beat-up paperback of the picture of dorian gray, dog-eared and spine-wrecked, like it's been shoved in a purse too many times or splashed on in a bathtub. the cover's been graffitied in black pen, devil horns and a cigarette drawn on dorian gray. tucked inside is a folded napkin from the bar used as a bookmark, smudges from what has to be ani's lipstick on the corners, an embossed velvet membership card for the pink slip and a note written in the inside cover with looping, feminine cursive: )
Old book, pretty boy, lots of feelings no one wants to talk about. I circled the parts where I think he deserved it. And the ones where I didn't. — A.
(PS: Lord Henry's a prick.)
( scribbled inside are a series of ani's annotations in glitter pen, beneath several lines:
"There is no such thing as a good influence, Mr. Gray. All influence is immoral..." this bitch would've loved instagram.
"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic." lol. no shit. wear glitter, cry in the bathroom. that's the job.
"I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else." get in line.
"There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love." said every guy who cried in my lap at 3am then blocked me. (next to that: fuck off, dorian.)
on a quote by dorian gray: bet he cried in the mirror after fucking someone he couldn't remember the name of. on a monologue by lord henry: this guy talks like every rich asshole i danced for. smart tho. i'd key his car.
at the final page: moral of the story, don't let hot people talk you into shit. they're never cleaning up their own mess. dude should've just gone to therapy. )
Edited (omg my many edits i forgot the most important part) 2025-05-20 03:22 (UTC)
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a gift
For a belated happy birthday - RG
🎁 delivery.
Old book, pretty boy, lots of feelings no one wants to talk about.
I circled the parts where I think he deserved it.
And the ones where I didn't.
— A.
(PS: Lord Henry's a prick.)
( scribbled inside are a series of ani's annotations in glitter pen, beneath several lines: