<font color="cc28f5]Lotus stretched and lounged back in his chair. Hovering between three computer screens, he watched the rolling letters scroll through the sequencing on one, while the other two monitored and analyzed. The test subject was a blue-ringed octopus designed orchid. Serenely it sat beneath the sun light, pampered and oblivious to the small sensors measuring it’s every photosynthesis.
His small apartment wasn’t much, but it was a start. An old storage building open for renting to loaded, privacy seeking tenants. He already had plans to tear down some more walls and the ceiling above—he wanted the space and a loft. It hadn’t been an easy adjustment period. The assassin had forced himself to blossom and found himself enjoying elements of life he never thought to. His primary expenses were his equipment and his clothes, and he was in the middle of designing a special home for his love.
Lotus felt a small corner of his lip quirk. Well…there were many types of loves. He’d let his hair grow long, but still enjoyed the spontaneous, drastic cuts and colors switches as before. Currently it was a silvery white, with turquoise streaks. The soft strands were tied back into a bun, spiky with the ends jutting out, and held by a make-shift hair stick—a pen. He’d let his skin take a break from the tanned look, instead going for a softer caramel kissed color, and they made his violet eyes all the more striking.
Those same violet eyes glided over the frames of his glasses, to stare at the clock. It was time to put an end to his lovely subject for the day, and put her away carefully with the few, precious other plants he was experimenting with. Hybrid plants. All the sweet in scent, and more beautiful in color. Lotus let the computers continue to run their DNA sequencing, they’d be at it all week long, and rolled his chair back. Quickly getting to his feet, the sound of his heeled leather boots clicked audibly in against the polished wood floor beneath him, and the soft pulsing of techo rock helped him put a bit of a sway in his hips.
In many ways, he felt like one of his precious plants---fragile and yet all the more brilliant for it. Pampered and sheltered, he gave them constant love and affection, crooning and singing to help them grow. Perhaps that’s where Likèreal fit into it all, he thought as he washed his face in the sink, toweling it dry before re-applying the thick kohl liner under his eyes. He traced the upper part of the lid half way with an orange liner, enjoying the bright contrasts.
He then stared into the mirror as his attention focused less on the face and the man on the inside. That cold bastard he was, still resided inside of him, he could feel the shifting of those frigid shadows now and then. But they seemed more and more like a fading memory as time passed. And in that blankness, a new chapter had sprouted and begun to fill in, hesitant at first, and then more demanding and greedy like a weed.
The baby doll t-shirt with the red and black neko, with the stripped black and white hoodie under, coupled with the form-fitting black jeans and the burgundy stained leather boots were enough. He grabbed the long trench coat from the closet as he glided to the door, pausing on his way to whisper a little kiss to the golden beauty sleeping in his little curled up spot, still digesting his last meal.
A knock at the door told Lotus he was late, but there was never anything wrong with being fashionably late, was there?[/font]
<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal honestly would have preferred for Lotus to live with him, he'd even asked him once to do so but the other male wouldn't have it. Deep down he knew enough about him to know that the other male wanted and needed his own space, Lotus had spent so much time under the whims of others without freedom that he'd had no choice but to cave into the request and he hadn't mentioned it again. After all - Lotus could look after himself.
He could hear the music that filled the other male's space and the Fallen stood at the door, leaning his hip against the wooden doorjamb as he waited. He hoped that the other male wasn't so engrossed in his plants that he hadn't heard the doorbell - since his partner loved his privacy so much he hadn't managed to swindle a key out of him yet - but he still had his ways to get in if necessary. More likely than not, Lotus was probably finishing up getting ready.
Pulling his mobile phone out of his pocket he flicked it open, looking down the list until he found Lotus' number and pressed the button. Ringing the other male's mobile phone he could hear the ringtone melding into the music as he waited for Lotus to either make his way to the door or answer the phone.
Likèreal hadn't changed much over the last few months, unlike Lotus he didn't tend to change his look that often. The long ebony strands brushed past his waist now and his skin was still a light golden brown, gold eyes were hidden beneath dark shades. Lotus had gained some input into his wardrobe however that was about as far as it went - he was wearing a silvery blue shirt that had a design of darker blue butterflies across the middle of it, over the top he was wearing the white trench coat that the other male had talked him into buying. In addition he was wearing dark blue jeans and black boots.
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<font color="cc28f5]Lotus peeked through the peep hole, having to get on his tiptoes to get a good angle. Just who he expected. He opened the door by first undoing the glide latch and unlocking it, fussing as he exited in a hurry into the empty hall and into Likèreal’s arms.
It wasn't that Lotus didn't want Likèreal in his apartment, but the secrets there in gave him a sense of delight and wicked pleasure. It was stupid, he knew. But it was one of those little things on that written list at the bottom of his underwear drawer that made the difference between being alive and being the living dead.
"I wasn't horribly late--I hope you weren't horribly early," he started to say, twisting back to lock his apartment up safely. The soft snicking sound as the security system, higher than you'd expect even on a place like this, arming.[/font]
<font color="#e6c519]At the sound of the door behind opened Likèreal snapped his phone shut, cutting off the call and slipping the object into his jacket pocket. However faint amusement glimmered in the golden gaze as he reached up and pushed the sunglasses up on top of his head as Lotus pushed himself into the space between himself and the door prior to pulling it shut behind him.
Not that Likèreal minded being in such close confines with the other male. If anything it was something that he enjoyed and he wrapped an arm lightly around Lotus' waist before his other hand brushed along his jawline, tilting his head upwards so that he could brush his lips softly against Lotus' in a soft kiss.
Pulling his head back with a light smile he fully took in his partner for the day, bemusement glimmered in the golden gaze as he took in the newest change in his appearance. The soft caramel skin and the violet gaze was an almost familiar combination especially with the glasses that were pushed up on top of his head. However the silvery white coloured strands with turquoise streaks here and there, even pulled back wasn't at all what he was used to, "Mm...you look different every time I see you..."[/font]
<font color="cc28f5]“Different is good. Usually?” Lotus inquired, tipping his head up to look at the other male as he finished securing his little safe home, and the warmth that had spread from his lips to his chest lingered from their gentle kiss.
Long fingers tipped with golden nails enveloped in fur lined arm warmers, digits exposed and dangling fur-balls bounced madly as the white haired male took the darker man’s hands and led him to the cage elevator. Opening the grate door, turning around and impatiently waiting, Lotus slide the metal wires shut again, and punched the button for the first floor.
He wasn’t too high up on the warehouse floor, but all around it looked drastically ghetto and worn down. Faded brick walls to cement covers, and wild colored graffiti laced across the walls in no regard to patterns or aesthetics. Likèreal hadn’t been terribly pleased with the rough neighborhood Lotus has declared to be perfect. There were shootings outside, and violence of shouting matches, squealing tires of cars peeling suddenly into traffic from the sidewalk and pickpockets and thugs prowling after innocents. A place where people put their heads down low and didn’t make eye contact with anyone else, and if someone else had a problem…well, that was their problem. Not yours.
Lotus didn’t seem likely to be amongst such a rough crowd, yet it was very evident how much he’d thrived in the dark soils in this block. He felt bright, vibrant and alive. The common evils all around made a striking contrast to just how good he felt.
The metal elevator whined as the engines and ropes started to pull and drop, the cage shifting a little on its way down to the first floor. “Likèreal, I am quite famished. I made reservations, I hope you don’t mind?” He asked with a bit of a grimace of sympathy, waiting for the doors to open and everything to stop moving. “Sakura Sins is always packed this time of night.”[/font]
His small apartment wasn’t much, but it was a start. An old storage building open for renting to loaded, privacy seeking tenants. He already had plans to tear down some more walls and the ceiling above—he wanted the space and a loft. It hadn’t been an easy adjustment period. The assassin had forced himself to blossom and found himself enjoying elements of life he never thought to. His primary expenses were his equipment and his clothes, and he was in the middle of designing a special home for his love.
Lotus felt a small corner of his lip quirk. Well…there were many types of loves. He’d let his hair grow long, but still enjoyed the spontaneous, drastic cuts and colors switches as before. Currently it was a silvery white, with turquoise streaks. The soft strands were tied back into a bun, spiky with the ends jutting out, and held by a make-shift hair stick—a pen. He’d let his skin take a break from the tanned look, instead going for a softer caramel kissed color, and they made his violet eyes all the more striking.
Those same violet eyes glided over the frames of his glasses, to stare at the clock. It was time to put an end to his lovely subject for the day, and put her away carefully with the few, precious other plants he was experimenting with. Hybrid plants. All the sweet in scent, and more beautiful in color. Lotus let the computers continue to run their DNA sequencing, they’d be at it all week long, and rolled his chair back. Quickly getting to his feet, the sound of his heeled leather boots clicked audibly in against the polished wood floor beneath him, and the soft pulsing of techo rock helped him put a bit of a sway in his hips.
In many ways, he felt like one of his precious plants---fragile and yet all the more brilliant for it. Pampered and sheltered, he gave them constant love and affection, crooning and singing to help them grow. Perhaps that’s where Likèreal fit into it all, he thought as he washed his face in the sink, toweling it dry before re-applying the thick kohl liner under his eyes. He traced the upper part of the lid half way with an orange liner, enjoying the bright contrasts.
He then stared into the mirror as his attention focused less on the face and the man on the inside. That cold bastard he was, still resided inside of him, he could feel the shifting of those frigid shadows now and then. But they seemed more and more like a fading memory as time passed. And in that blankness, a new chapter had sprouted and begun to fill in, hesitant at first, and then more demanding and greedy like a weed.
The baby doll t-shirt with the red and black neko, with the stripped black and white hoodie under, coupled with the form-fitting black jeans and the burgundy stained leather boots were enough. He grabbed the long trench coat from the closet as he glided to the door, pausing on his way to whisper a little kiss to the golden beauty sleeping in his little curled up spot, still digesting his last meal.
A knock at the door told Lotus he was late, but there was never anything wrong with being fashionably late, was there?[/font]
<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal honestly would have preferred for Lotus to live with him, he'd even asked him once to do so but the other male wouldn't have it. Deep down he knew enough about him to know that the other male wanted and needed his own space, Lotus had spent so much time under the whims of others without freedom that he'd had no choice but to cave into the request and he hadn't mentioned it again. After all - Lotus could look after himself.
He could hear the music that filled the other male's space and the Fallen stood at the door, leaning his hip against the wooden doorjamb as he waited. He hoped that the other male wasn't so engrossed in his plants that he hadn't heard the doorbell - since his partner loved his privacy so much he hadn't managed to swindle a key out of him yet - but he still had his ways to get in if necessary. More likely than not, Lotus was probably finishing up getting ready.
Pulling his mobile phone out of his pocket he flicked it open, looking down the list until he found Lotus' number and pressed the button. Ringing the other male's mobile phone he could hear the ringtone melding into the music as he waited for Lotus to either make his way to the door or answer the phone.
Likèreal hadn't changed much over the last few months, unlike Lotus he didn't tend to change his look that often. The long ebony strands brushed past his waist now and his skin was still a light golden brown, gold eyes were hidden beneath dark shades. Lotus had gained some input into his wardrobe however that was about as far as it went - he was wearing a silvery blue shirt that had a design of darker blue butterflies across the middle of it, over the top he was wearing the white trench coat that the other male had talked him into buying. In addition he was wearing dark blue jeans and black boots.
[/font]
<font color="cc28f5]Lotus peeked through the peep hole, having to get on his tiptoes to get a good angle. Just who he expected. He opened the door by first undoing the glide latch and unlocking it, fussing as he exited in a hurry into the empty hall and into Likèreal’s arms.
It wasn't that Lotus didn't want Likèreal in his apartment, but the secrets there in gave him a sense of delight and wicked pleasure. It was stupid, he knew. But it was one of those little things on that written list at the bottom of his underwear drawer that made the difference between being alive and being the living dead.
"I wasn't horribly late--I hope you weren't horribly early," he started to say, twisting back to lock his apartment up safely. The soft snicking sound as the security system, higher than you'd expect even on a place like this, arming.[/font]
<font color="#e6c519]At the sound of the door behind opened Likèreal snapped his phone shut, cutting off the call and slipping the object into his jacket pocket. However faint amusement glimmered in the golden gaze as he reached up and pushed the sunglasses up on top of his head as Lotus pushed himself into the space between himself and the door prior to pulling it shut behind him.
Not that Likèreal minded being in such close confines with the other male. If anything it was something that he enjoyed and he wrapped an arm lightly around Lotus' waist before his other hand brushed along his jawline, tilting his head upwards so that he could brush his lips softly against Lotus' in a soft kiss.
Pulling his head back with a light smile he fully took in his partner for the day, bemusement glimmered in the golden gaze as he took in the newest change in his appearance. The soft caramel skin and the violet gaze was an almost familiar combination especially with the glasses that were pushed up on top of his head. However the silvery white coloured strands with turquoise streaks here and there, even pulled back wasn't at all what he was used to, "Mm...you look different every time I see you..."[/font]
<font color="cc28f5]“Different is good. Usually?” Lotus inquired, tipping his head up to look at the other male as he finished securing his little safe home, and the warmth that had spread from his lips to his chest lingered from their gentle kiss.
Long fingers tipped with golden nails enveloped in fur lined arm warmers, digits exposed and dangling fur-balls bounced madly as the white haired male took the darker man’s hands and led him to the cage elevator. Opening the grate door, turning around and impatiently waiting, Lotus slide the metal wires shut again, and punched the button for the first floor.
He wasn’t too high up on the warehouse floor, but all around it looked drastically ghetto and worn down. Faded brick walls to cement covers, and wild colored graffiti laced across the walls in no regard to patterns or aesthetics. Likèreal hadn’t been terribly pleased with the rough neighborhood Lotus has declared to be perfect. There were shootings outside, and violence of shouting matches, squealing tires of cars peeling suddenly into traffic from the sidewalk and pickpockets and thugs prowling after innocents. A place where people put their heads down low and didn’t make eye contact with anyone else, and if someone else had a problem…well, that was their problem. Not yours.
Lotus didn’t seem likely to be amongst such a rough crowd, yet it was very evident how much he’d thrived in the dark soils in this block. He felt bright, vibrant and alive. The common evils all around made a striking contrast to just how good he felt.
The metal elevator whined as the engines and ropes started to pull and drop, the cage shifting a little on its way down to the first floor. “Likèreal, I am quite famished. I made reservations, I hope you don’t mind?” He asked with a bit of a grimace of sympathy, waiting for the doors to open and everything to stop moving. “Sakura Sins is always packed this time of night.”[/font]
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