DRINK TO FEELINGS!

[deimos basileus cosmatos]

This pattern… Deimos didn’t even know how he entered it but apparently it turned into somewhat of a downward spiral. Ever since he noticed men were a lot more appealing to him than women he did the only rational thing any men could do and denied it. It only led to him morphing into this ‘player’ type of guy, with new girlfriends every weekend and not really caring if he hurt their feelings or not. He lost count somewhere around girlfriend numero ten and numero twelve, and in a way he was kinda glad he did, otherwise he would feel a bit ashamed every time he remembered the faces of all those girls. Some understood that Deimos was a player and just smiled and shrugged it off when he ditched them but others made an entire dramatic scene worthy of any Lumineuse drama student. Those were the hardest ones, not because of the scenes, but because Dem knew he was hurting them and while it wasn’t exactly his intention, it was a consequence of his actions.

Here he was again, just setting another stone on the long road of fail he was paving down. This one time though, it had been a little different, not in the ‘I found the girl of my life’ sense but the situation certainly wasn’t what Dem had expected. It started normally, him dumping a girl and going off on a ‘hunting’ night. Even that sounded so degrading but it was what it was in the end. Well anyway, Dem was lucky as always and his eyes were posed on a rather attractive girl at the bar. Things went on smoothly and like almost every time he ended up taking her to his place. A few kisses, and a few drinks later the mood was the right one up to the point in which Dem noticed certain extra ‘equipment’ that a girl shouldn’t have under normal circumstances. Now this would probably be a turn off for any straight guy and it didn’t matter how much Dem claimed to be one, in the end he really wasn’t. Well, stuff happened that night, stuff that Dem was slightly ashamed to admit he enjoyed but it did happen and now it was around eight in the morning and he was laying on his king sized bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking of what had just done.

The silky sheets felt deliciously comfortable and the very dim light that escaped through the thick curtains was telling him that dawn was coming soon. Dem turned to the side to look at the lump that rested beside him and cracked a lopsided smile. Oh this was so wrong, but whatever… it’s not like anyone would know right? Oh well he’d have time to chastise himself later on, meanwhile he reached over and ran his hand through a mass of blonde hair and a sleepy head. “Artemis.” He said softly before scooting closer and resting his head on the sleepy male’s body. “Artemis wake up. It’s morning already. Want some breakfast?” This entire mess would have to be sorted at some point but meanwhile… well meanwhile he could enjoy of Artemis’ company. She… errr… he had been absolutely charming last night and he was exactly the type of person that Deimos loved to have by his side.

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[artemis adrian monroe]

Gradually, the slender blonde was brought back up from a deep, dark sleep. He laid motionless, haphazardly sprawled out on his stomach with one arm stretched out before him and the other tucked awkwardly against his chest. An unfamiliar heat radiated from the space behind him and this bed... mmm, the silky sheets were so much more pleasing to wake up to than the crap on his bed. Though it was obvious, it took the boy a little while to realize that he wasn't at his studio. His hazy mind started to crank its protesting gears and slowly the flood gates were raised. Think... Think... How did he end up here? There was a bar... drinks... a cute boy... Deimos... A sleepy grin twitched across his make-up smeared face, half buried in a pillow and half hidden by golden locks. He remembered now... How could he not? It was one of those rare occasions where the fact that he was a boy posing as a girl didn't matter. It didn't hinder anything between the two. He had either gone home with a blind drunk or someone who simply just didn't give a shit.

Artemis hoped for the latter.

Even though Artemis Monroe was awake, he couldn't find the strength to open his eyes. He didn't really feel the need to, either. He knew he wasn't at his place; he wasn't in his bed. He was just thankful he was in a bed. He could remember waking up on the metro one time... That was embarrassing. Another time he was right outside his door.. Both times he didn't remember shit about the night before. Which was another positive. He remembered. Artemis simply liked to party and when he had the money or the chance, he partied hard. Half the time he had the 'designated babysitter' to make sure... this... didn't happen. The other half of the time... well, this tended to happen.

The sound of a body shifting alerted Artemis that his company of the night was awake and the gentle affections Deimos paid to his hair just made that sleepy grin widen. Artemis was pretty sure that Deimos just didn't care that he was a cross-dresser. Or at least that's what he was really hoping for because this sweetness was a great thing to wake up to. If he just didn't remember that little fact about last night, the mood would spoil and Artemis would have to take that trash out like a few times before. But Deimos remembered his name...

"Mmm, I'm awake..." Artemis murmured quietly, "Breakfast? You really know how to treat a person... I would love some." Breakfast on top of the sweet affections used to wake him? Damn, Artemis couldn't have woken up in a better place. With a content sigh, the blonde slowly shifted so he was laying on his back. Raising a hand, he stroked his fingers through his long, messy locks and peered over at Deimos with curious blue eyes.

Good. He was still cute.


tagged. deimos
outfit. at least it was his outfit
notes. deimos is such a sweety D: can i call him demmy?
credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *

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What was Deimos supposed to say or do now? His education didn’t allow him to behave like a dick and toss Artemis out the door because a)he actually happened to like him a lot despite the fact that he was a guy and he was supposed to be straight, b)it wasn’t Artemis’ fault and c)it was cold out there. Besides, no one had to know, right? It wasn’t uncommon that he brought someone back home and his neighbors and the guy at the lobby were already used to it. Plus, Artemis looked just like a girl, moved like a girl and anyone would bet their mother’s right kidney that she was a girl so there was nothing wrong with that. Right now it didn’t matter if someone actually noticed that he had slept with a guy. It was still early in the morning and he was feeling drowsy and comfortable enough to ignore a good deal of things, including popular opinion. In a couple hours he’d probably feel assaulted by a feeling of guilt and a slight paranoia but for now he could enjoy of a pleasurable morning with a guy he actually liked.

Stretching again and ridding himself from the morning laziness Deimos let out a last relaxed yawn and kicked the warm covers off his body before he felt the urge to hide underneath and snuggle against Artemis again. His own light eyes turned to Artemis when he felt his curious ones on him. “What? Do I have drool on my face or something?” he asked sheepishly while rubbing his palm against his face to clean any undesirable fluids and/or any other speck from his face. Climbing off the bed he stretched yet again, this time to force his muscles into movement and didn’t stop until a pleasant crack from his back told him so. Pulling a random shirt on and remaining on his boxers he ruffled his hair and entered the nearby bathroom to wash his face. “What would you like to eat?” He asked from the inside once the cold water freshened his pale skin. “I’m not the best cook but there’s quite a wide arrange of things I can fix up for you.” His voice playfully smug and charming, a strategy he used for his various conquests but it wasn’t the case this time. He genuinely was just joking with Artemis and his intentions weren’t to impress him or make him fall at his feet like he did with so many girls.

Returning to the bed he collapsed on the soft mattress flat on his belly and positioned his chin on his palms. Giving Artemis a green eyed look along with a smile he simply said “Good morning, forgot to say that.” Because clearly his manners wouldn’t let him live through the day if he didn’t greet someone properly. “Did you have fun last night?” He asked nicely while again rolling off the bed and motioning Artemis to follow him to the spacey kitchen. He wanted to add something like ‘because I did have a lot of fun last night’ but that wouldn’t be necessary. Dem’s more rational side was finally kicking in and reminding him that what he did hadn’t been exactly ok. Shut up brain, just a little longer. He told himself while peeking inside the fridge and pointing out the fact that he had a lot more fun with Artemis than he had ever had with his long list of girlfriends.

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HE LIEKS BEING CALLED DEMMY 8'D

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[artemis adrian monroe]

The second Deimos abandoned the comforting sheets, Artemis hogged them all to himself. He curled up on his side beside the other and wrapped himself up in a smooth, silky cocoon of sleepy bliss. Deimos might be ready to get out of bed but he sure wasn't. He kind of hoped that Deimos would just let him stay there for as long as he wanted, but even Artemis knew that was a ridiculous notion. He sure as hell wouldn't let anyone he hardly knew stay in his bed if he happened to bring someone home. The moment Artemis got up, they better be up to. Not necessarily gone just out of the bed. And he was normally gone by morning. once his drunken haze and fun was gone, so was he. Yet he couldn't help but to feel a little... relieved he hadn't woken up until the morning. Deimos was sweet and cute and a pleasure to wake up to. And warm. The blonde was a little sad he had decided to get out of bed so soon.

However, that feeling quickly subsided and he couldn't help but giggle a little, "Yeah, you got a bit of... smeared lipstick," a teasing grin lit up his features as he allowed for an arm to break from the warmth of the cocoon and lightly patted his own hand away. "Right there," he gently wiped away the lipstick that may or may not have been at the corner of his mouth with his thumb then tucked his arm back beneath the covers. He wasn't sure if that was okay or not but... He didn't care. Artemis was a flirt and he liked to tease. That was simply it. He meant no harm by it and that much was evident in his light voice. "Red's your color..." It was Artemis' favorite color, especially when it came to lipsticks. The deeper the red, the more he loved and used it.

Lazily, his eyes began to droop as Deimos left. He probably could have fallen asleep again in the little amount of time he would take but Artemis didn't want that. He wanted the breakfast he was tempted with. What was the main motivation for getting up and it seemed to be motivation enough. With a little groan, Artemis slowly uncurled and stretched his arms above his head. After making sure Deimos couldn't possible see him, he twisted his body into an awkward position, loosening his muscles like he did every morning. That was certainly attractive, but it was something he had to do. Mmm... What Artemis want? He had to think about that as he sat up and looked around for his little clutch bag. He wanted a lot, to be honest. The man was tiny but damn could he pack away food. A glass of red grapefruit juice sounded good. Maybe a croissant with some butter and eggs and... ugh. Now his stomach was making a fuss. "Whatever you have is fine," was all he said on that matter. Deimos could fix whatever he wanted and Artemis would take it. Beggers can't be choosers, after all.

Spying his little clutch on the floor, he crawled to the edge of the bed and hung halfway off on his stomach so he could reach it. Boxers... didn't exactly go well with a dress so his little rump was only clad in black panties... Artemis didn't exactly have a shirt or anything to cover up with besides his dress and he had planned to put it on before Deimos emerged from the bathroom; however, by the time he was back, Artemis was still hanging over the bed. The blonde blinked as the bed bounced gently and he tilted the little compact mirror in his hand so he could look at Deimos through it. That man had absolutely no difficulty pulling another smile across Artemis' now pink lips. Wanting to show that he was worth the blonde's attention, he closed his little compact closed, tucked it away into his black clutch and then turned to look at Deimos. "Good morning to you too, Demmy," no, he couldn't help the innocent nickname. "And I had a lot of fun last night... Did you?" He really didn't want to get out of bed but there was no verbal objection when Demmy motioned for him to follow. Artemis slipped off the bed and dropped his clutch onto it. On his way into the kitchen, he scooped his dress off the floor and smoothed it out the best he could. Wrinkles. There wasn't much he hated more than wrinkles.

"Do you have any juice?"


tagged. deimos
outfit. at least it was his outfit
notes. demmy it is
credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *

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Being a morning person and an independent one on top of that, Dem just loved to wake up early and start the day as fast as he could which is why he normally avoided drinking while partying. He had explained many people before that while he did enjoy a drink or two, getting totally wasted wasn’t his definition of fun. Girls didn’t like it when you collapsed on their laps before you could do anything and the headache in which felt like mining dwarves searching for diamonds every time he had a hangover was as welcome as any other pain. So no, he couldn’t use the ‘I was too drunk to notice’ excuse to explain what he did with Artemis and he happened to enjoy it too much to even dare to think about making dumb excuses to explain his behavior from last night. It’s not like he could do much about it right now anyway, so breakfast and a shower would serve to distract him from other matters that would become pressing as the day passed by.

Stopping for a moment and shutting the fridge close he turned to Artemis and smiled. “Wait a second.” He trotted back to his room and returned to the kitchen with a baby blue colored bathrobe and a pair of slippers. “Here, I don’t want you to catch a cold or anything. I don’t have any red ones though.” He gently placed the robe on Aretmis’ shoulders and placed the slippers on the floor with a smile while pondering the fact that red was more like Artemis’ color and returned his attention to the kitchen. Dem normally made up a quick and economic breakfast whenever he was alone, or he just went out and bought something on his way to school. It wasn’t the same when he had company. When a girl was over he made use of those hidden cooking skills his mother taught him and cooked up a fancy breakfast. A quick glance at the fridge and pantry told him he had enough for a nice French breakfast. “Hmmm how about a bowl of fruit and yogurt, Belgian waffles, brouillade de truffles and some hot chocolate?” Well wasn’t that fancy~? Well as fancy as it sounded it wasn’t too difficult to prepare, especially for someone like Dem who actually loved cooking almost as much as he loved drawing. He was in a good mood after all, and treating the reason of said good mood seemed like the right thing to do.

Returning to the fridge he poured a glass of orange juice and offered it to his date, not before slipping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer in a rather loving and sweet fashion. “And to answer to your question, yes, I had a lot of fun. More than I’ve had in a while.” He finished the sentence with a small peck to Artemis’ lips and finally released him from the grasp. Dem started busying himself with breakfast preparations. His brain and body still weren’t ready to say aloud that the thing with Artemis was out of the big plan, and while it could be classified as one of the best nights ever, he was still afraid of admitting just how much he actually liked it. Well he could pretend a little bit more… just a little bit more. “So what are you doing after we’re done with breakfast? I was thinking I could take you to your place so you could get yourself changed and maybe we could go somewhere?” He wanted to spend more time with Artemis, hell he wanted to curl up around him and never let go but that would be slightly creepy and out of place. His mind was beginning to raise the alarms against this ‘spending time with a guy in public’ idea but well… Artemis could very well pass by as a girl, and if anyone who knew about Aretmis asked about it… well Dem was good with excuses, and he wasn’t above hanging out with friends. Now the question was if Artemis would be ok with this… or if he knew about his womanizer reputation and the fact that men didn’t exactly fall in his list of conquests. That kind of stuff was too complicated though, at least for an early morning.

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I THINK I FAILED AND DIDN'T GIVE YOU MUCH TO WORK WITH D8 I R SORREH -subtly curls up around artemis-

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[artemis adrian monroe]

Artemis was left along, clinging to the little dress he held in the kitchen. His curious eyes watched Deimos retreat into his room for something which Artemis wasn't sure of. Sleep still fogged the petit blonde's mind. Honestly, he wasn't a morning person when he was sober, let alone after a night of partying away. The smallest of headaches radiated in the back of his mind. He was hardly aware of it, but it was just noticeable enough for him to feel it. It was something he was used to by now and could ignore it efficiently. Too many times he had let those headaches ruin his day. Today was not going to be one of those times. Not with such a sweetie willing to fix him a delicious breakfast - even if it turned out to just be cereal in a bowl.

Though, with Deimos off possibly searching for Narnia, Artemis decided he could worry about one other thing: getting dressed. The boy slowly slipped into the black, slightly wrinkled dress and ran his hands down his flat body to try and smooth it out. With his long blonde locks, lithe and slender frame, and feminine clothing, he really did look like a girl; granted a very flat chested girl, but a girl nonetheless. And if he did say so, he was a rather attractive girl. Prettier than some, anyway. Then again, that could just be his vain, biased self taking. However, it had gotten him into quite a few beds - Demios' for example. There had to be something about him that people wanted... Artemis was gazing at the dress on his body when Deimos returned. He hardly noticed the other had come back. If it weren't for the soft robe that fell on his shoulder, the second year probably wouldn't have known. The color was cute and the gesture lit up Artemis' features with yet another happy smile. Quickly, he slipped on the slipper and looked up at the other male. "You didn't have to," his voice ringed with appreciation, "but thank you, Demmy. You're such a sweetie." Artemis hugged the robe to his body and snuggled into its warmth. It was like a portable blanket you could bring anywhere.

Artemis watched quietly as Deimos turned his attention to the kitchen. He wondered with a smile if the boy could cook or not. Even if he couldn't, the fact that he tried was enough for him. It was so sweet and cute. And when the little artist heard the meal for the morning, his eyes lit up with excitement. Between school and bills, Artemis barely had enough money to feed himself everyday let alone feed himself something so... wonderful. It had been such a long time since he had eaten something like that. "I think you might be the most wonderful man in the world," Artemis said softly, a flirtatious glint in his gaze and a widening smile on his lips, "That sounds absolutely fantastic. I would love it - especially if you have little marshmallows to go in the hot chocolate," he giggled childishly before reaching for the glass of orange juice that was offered to him. The next thing he knew, Deimos was sweeping him close in his arms and Artemis had to be careful not to spill the juice just given to him. In return, the blonde draped an arm over Demmy's shoulder. He gazed up at him with lively eyes and couldn't help but to quickly return the little peck he was given before letting Deimos go. "Well, I'm glad I was able to show you a little fun last night."

Not wanting to be in the others way, Artemis moved to the edge of the kitchen to watch his date. He sipped the juice slowly, eyes peering over the rim of his glass, which he always had held up to his lips. He had almost missed the question asked because he had zoned out for a brief moment there. Life sparked back into his eyes and he focused on Deimos once again. "I don't think I have anything planned. I wouldn't mind spending the day with you, Demmy. Especially if you promise to stay so sweet and charming. Do with me what you will while you want. I can be all yours today." Honestly, Artemis probably had a project or two to get done. Procrastination was his best friend, though, and if Deimos didn't distract him, something else always promised to. He might as well enjoy the time he's using to push off whatever it is that needs to be done.


tagged. deimos
outfit. at least it was his outfit
notes. lol you gave me plenty <3 sorry it's so late, though
credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *

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[deimos basileus cosmatos]

“And breakfast is ready~” Deimos said with a charming tone as he placed the finished dishes on the buffet bar in front of Artemis along with a fork, a knife and the hot chocolate. “Oh, here you go.” He reached inside one of the high cupboards and pulled out a colorful bag filled with small marshmallows. “What is hot chocolate without marshmallows?” He placed the bag in front of Artemis and finally brought his own dishes next to the ones he placed before. “Well, Τι πλεονέκτημα. I do hope you enjoy it. You don’t have to eat it if you don’t like it though, I promise I won’t get mad.” He smiled at Artemis before offering him one of the high stools which served as seats for the high bar. Dem always preferred to eat in the buffet than using the table. It felt less lonely that way since the table was meant to sit at least six people. In the bar could at least pretend he wasn’t so alone. Well he wasn’t alone right now, but it still felt better to have breakfast in the warmth of the kitchen than in the wide dining room.

Dem found it a little hard to concentrate on his food with Artemis next to him to serve as distraction. It really felt different from the times he invited girls to stay over the night and fixed up breakfast for them. Dem wanted them out of his apartment as fast as he could, and while manners stopped him from actually kicking them out, he usually remained quiet and only spoke whenever it was necessary. One thing was wanting to sleep with them and another entirely different thing was to be willing to listen to their womanly rants. Perhaps it was one of the things that turned him off about women; most of them were so emotional, so enrolled in their womanly problems that they barely had time to listen to someone else. Maybe it was just his impression, or maybe it was just that he wasn’t as lucky with women as everyone thought he was and he just got involved with all the crazy ones. Men were different, even Artemis who looked like a girl gave a different air that was not womanly at all. Thanks to tonight Dem was able to notice that it wasn’t just physical attraction what he felt for men, it was something else.

Well he could thank him later. For now he was done with breakfast and eating gave him a small chance to think of places where he could take Artemis. It would be some sort of date, so he wanted to make it enjoyable for both. A rather silly idea hit him, but in the end it would be Artemis’ call. “Hey, I’ve been thinking… have you been to Disneyland? Coz I’ve been studying here for almost two years and I’ve never been there before. I heard there’s a lot of stuff since Christmas is approaching, I think they’re even having an ice skating rink.” Dem’s dates normally consisted of him taking the girls to whatever place they wanted (usually a mall), buying stuff for them and making them feel like princesses. He could do that with Artemis as well, but well… for starters Artemis wasn’t like the other girls and for once he actually wanted to spend time with someone and talk instead of just walking behind them and listening to them squeal over whatever fucking pair of shoes they just found. Disney was childish, that was for sure, but Dem was a little bit childish when he wasn’t busy trying to lure a girl to his bed. Plus, he always loved amusement parks, they gave him some sort of inspiration when he was small. “Or… we can really do anything you want. I just want it to be a special day.” He smiled back at Artemis while placing the empty dishes in the sink. That last phrase was also one of his very famous catch phrases that made girls squeal. Never before he actually meant it the way he did now though. He really wanted to please Artemis, even if it was just for a day and even if he was pretty sure it wouldn’t last more than a week, like it usually did.

“Whenever you’re ready.” Dem signaled to the door, reminding Artemis of his offer to take him home so he could get fresh clothes. Deimos didn’t need much personal arrange, after throwing some pants on, washing his teeth and pushing back his tame hair he was ready to go.

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IT SEZ SOMETHING LIKE BON APETITE IN GREEK xD

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[artemis adrian monroe]

Honestly, Artemis felt like a king with the way he was being treated by Deimos. A delicious breakfast accompanied by a cup of hot chocolate and little marshmallows? What more could the second year ask for? He certainly couldn’t think of anything else. The boy felt as if he was walking on air and he couldn’t help but toying with the idea of ending up in Deimos’ bed again. Who could blame him, though? The other was making this something more than a one night stand and Artemis was liking it. The blonde just smiled wide and moved to the bar so he could generously gift his cocoa with the marshmallows. Just as he was about to take a sip of the undoubtedly scalding drink, dear Demmy said something that nearly made Artemis’ heart stop. His blue eyes widened and he looked up at the other in surprise. Was that… Greek? If Deimos had told Artemis he was from Greece, he certainly didn’t remember. Then a feeling of stupidity washed over him and he blushed in embarrassment. Deimos was a Greek name. In fact, Deimos was a son of Ares. How could Artemis forget that? His family was only obsessed with Greek mythology. So it only made sense… The blonde quickly wiped the stupid look off his face and smiled wide as he sat at the bar. “σας ευχαριστώ” his voice was soft and his gaze slowly drifted towards the food awaiting him. “I’m sure I’ll love it, Demmy, don’t worry.”

And he did love it. Artemis was rather pleased with the breakfast Deimos has managed to fix up. And damn was he hungry. Normally, the little thing wasn’t above scarfing down his food like a hungry wolf. However, he restrained himself from doing so. That wasn’t exactly very attractive, was it? The last thing he wanted to do was to scare off Deimos with disgusting habits. So Artemis ate slowly and allowed himself to savor each bite. Occasionally, he would glance up at Deimos. How could he not? Ignoring the man beside him was just not an option. And it was impossible to completely clear Artemis’ features of a smile. Somewhere, one always lingered. Whether it be just a gentle twitch at the corners of his mouth or a glitter of one in his eyes, it was there. It had been a while since he felt like this, so he was glad that Demmy wanted to spend the rest of the day with him. He certainly needed it.

Artemis was nearly done when his date for the day spoke up again. With a sip of cocoa, he glanced up at Deimos. It took him a moment to respond to the proposition because, well… he was conflicted. He’s been in Paris for two years and hasn’t managed to make his way to Disneyland. It was definitely something he wanted to do at least once but he never had the money. With everything going on, something was always draining his pockets of cash. The only reason he went out to party was because he knew he a stranger or two would spot him a drink. But this was different. “I would love to, Deimos,” he smiled hopefully but his soft voice dropped as he continued, “but I don’t think I have the money to go to Disneyland.” He didn’t want to mooch off of Deimos. A dinner date or a trip to the movies was different. They weren’t quite as expensive. But this was a date to Disneyland. An amusement park. He hated to be a bother and didn’t want to burden Deimos if she didn’t have the money. “I’ve never been to Disneyland, either. It would be nice to finally get a chance.” The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to go. Artemis wasn’t sure what else he might want to do with Deimos. He could always figure it out if Disneyland wasn’t an option.

As Deimos took his plate, Artemis slid off the stool he was perched on. A little grin stretched across his lips and he watched Deimos with a devilish little glint in his eyes. “The day will be special as long as I spend it with you. It doesn’t matter what we do.” Well, he certainly was a flirt. That was without a doubt. He slipped out of the robe Deimos has put on him and searched around for his heels and his purse. As soon as he found them, he was ready to go and scurrying toward the door, looking up at Deimos as he did.


tagged. deimos
outfit. at least it was his outfit
notes. he said something like thank you in greek xD
credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *

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