The Most Filthy Box of Dorian Grey.
Request that I am finally getting to after a year…hehehe my bad…Accompaniment to Creeper, The Mysterious Box Of Dorian Grey and I'm Sorry, There Still Must Be Dirt in My Ear.
Disclaimer: I do not own LXG
Patel patrolled the deck that night. His dark eyes flicked repeatedly to the corner. It was staring at him. He could feel it's non-existent eyes upon him, beckoning him. Curiosity's tempting call became too much. He glanced around before shuffling over to the box. He lifted the wooden lid and the broken lock clanked.
Books. Grey's books to be exact. According to Sawyer and the others, they were some of the most mind-rotting books one could read. His hands hovered over the spine of one. What content could these possibly contain that would make the young man Sawyer react so strongly? What content could these possible contain that would make the Vampire scorn them as she instead dug past them for Mark Twain?
He hesitantly plucked one from the box and gingerly held it in his hands. Throes of a Midsummer Night's passion. He looked around nervously to confirm he was alone before carefully opening it and began to read.
Almost immediately he was engrossed. He was disgusted, but yet, he could not bear to put it down. He stood there, turning page after page, wondering what sort of mind could come up with this filth! This fascinating, sinful, glorious filth!
Patel nearly got to the third chapter when he failed to hear the door open.
"Patel! What are you doing? Are you not supposed to be on duty!" Nemo snarled as he stormed in. "And what is this?" He snatched the book from Patel's hands. "This is not the type of book men should be filling their heads with! They are straight from hell! Back to your duties!"
"My apologies Captain." Patel quickly ran off to complete his duties. Nemo watched him go reproachfully. It was only when the door closed and he heard Patel's footsteps die away did he look down. He flipped through the book before becoming satisfied and replaced it. Here, he had thought when he saw Patel with the book that the first mate had disturbed his bookmark.
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