<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal smiled as the other male continued securing his home. The Fallen couldn't help but wonder what the inside looked like since the other male kept it all very secretive, but he'd had to trust the other male that he'd taken appropriate precautions for the neighborhood he lived in - which in his eyes was less than safe. However the other male was a trained assassin and could look after himself, but it didn't stop him from worrying. He felt fingers slip between his own and he brushed his thumb lightly against Lotus' hand as they walked towards the elevator and waited for it to open. "Different is good, though sometimes I feel like I'm dating a different person every week."
As they made their way downwards Likèreal was reminded of the first time he'd seen the place, it had set off warning bells and he'd been sorely tempted to bundle the male up and keep him far away from it. This place that reminded the Fallen of the worst side of humanity and their fragility, even Lotus...but the other male would not have forgiven him for that. He could remember the argument - Lotus being adamant about cheap rent, being able to do what he wanted to the place and that he wasn't afraid of them. His own that relating to the fact that he could provide him a much better environment for the same cost, all of it boiling down to his own fears about Lotus' humanity. On top of that he'd put his foot in his mouth and mentioned the fact that Lotus had died. Likèreal had never been especially good at lying or keeping secrets for long periods of time. It had led to him being more truthful about what had happened.
Golden eyes shifted down to look at Lotus, pulling himself back from the memory the smile re-appeared and he reached up to lightly brush the silvery-white strands behind one ear. "It's fine, I know that you enjoy going there and as long as I'm with you I don't really mind where we eat," he stated as he leaned down slightly to rest his forehead against Lotus'. "Did you have a good day?"[/font]
<font color="cc28f5]Wicked humor sparked at that, and Lotus allowed himself an indulgent grin, “New boyfriend every week? Makes you sound like a pimp, dear,” he crooned playfully, patting his hand to the dark haired man’s cheek teasingly, warm skin, leather and fluffy fur. He then bumped his hip against Likèreal as he opened the elevator for them both, bowing for the other to leave first.
“And we both know you’re more attentive than that,” he added, sweetening the tart. His sense of humor had always been dark, but he’d soon found that when he wasn’t pretending to be someone else, it tended to ring oddly or at a bad time. It was a work in progress.
“But yes, it was mostly successful. The stands are still configuring themselves out, and I discovered that I’m not very good at sculpting, but pottery making is most soothing. How was your day?” He inquired, not exactly sure how the immortal spent most of his time these days, now that they no longer lived together.
They walked casually, arm in arm to the special sushi restaurant a mile away. It was always dark and closed looking, but inside it was plush, expensive and catered to. Only the people who knew about it, came. It was just one of the cities many secrets that Lotus was unraveling. “And you can have an opinion about where we eat. You can have an opinion about anything you want. It’s not necessary to always agree with me,” he said casually, wondering if that would rub wrong.[/font]
<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal’s lips quirked as Lotus bowed, stepping out of the lift first still keeping hold of the other male's hand as he exited letting it shift behind him to keep hold. He was enjoying the warmth of the other male's hand in his and didn't wish to let go. As they moved down the street he lightly swung their hands before saying, "Yes it does make me sound like an incorrigible flirt and playboy...and I don't mind people thinking it if it was true but as you say I'm a very attentive boyfriend."
Amused he looked down into those familiar violet eyes as they moved down the street and towards Lotus' favourite sushi place. "My flamboyant partner who likes changing his looks weekly is giving me a bad name."
He was interested, and it showed in the golden gaze as he listened to Lotus talk about his day. He didn't understand everything the male did and he didn't doubt the retired assassin didn't tell him everything either. But he had gained numerous vases full of flowers and pots throughout his house since Lotus got his new place - he'd actually managed not to kill most of them. "Well you don't have to be good at everything. As for me - the usual, I've been drawing some more landscapes and tinkering with mechanics mostly."
Likèreal had been doing those things but what he didn't mention was the fact he had finally resumed in a small part taking his mercenary and assassination jobs once more. He'd retired for a while, not wanting to leave Lotus but once he moved out he'd found he'd had more time than he really knew what to do with. He hadn't taken on anything serious and they were all close to home assignments, the most recent one had been to steal a gem a few cities away.
"And of course I don't have to agree with you, I argue with you all the time over the important things. Food isn't something that I would fight over, considering wherever you want to eat will probably serve things better than my own cooking. Though honestly I think I've been improving..."[/font]
<font color="cc28f5]Lotus put up a hand in defence as he said bluntly, "You're bad reputation that you have is all your own doing. I just spice it up with some romance. But we both know you prefer your bad boy reputation," he told Likèreal with a raise of a wry eyebrow. Pushing the glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger he let his fingers play absently with some of his hair.
Lotus nodded his head, taking his turn to listen to Likèreal’s adventures. Drawing and mechanical tinkering. Not too far off from what he was doing while they lived that short time together, but Lotus found it hard to envision him doing with all the free time he surely must have now. Lotus himself was constantly finding new things to do, or things that needed his attention for a little longer. His primary health concern, when he wasn't being an extreme vegetarian, was his lack of sleep. He'd only sleep a few hours at a time before sleep eluded him and he had a heavy desire to jump out of bed.
Caffeine had become the assassin's new best friend. And he knew that if he wasn't careful though, the drugs so easily sold on the streets below his home, or in the dirty side alleys to the side, might become more than just a moment's consideration.
Lucky for him, he hated not being in complete control of his body.
He leaned his head to Likèreal and rested it on his shoulder as they walked. He was warm and comfortable. He'd lost track of what Likèreal had said, lost in the moments that seemed to pass through his fingers like that sometimes as he thought, so he lightly carried the subject on. "Food is something you enjoy--why do you seem surprised to being better at cooking. Not...that you haven't had a lot of time to perfect such a science," he added with a mutter under his breath.
The dark tinted door was shut, and the delicate store sign was painted on a board above the entrance. A young couple laughed their way out of the restaurant, posh and expensive name brands on their bodies and in their hands as a sexy sports car was brought to them via valet service.
Live music spilled out the door with the couple, a lingering taste of the exotic expenses to be found inside.
[/font]
As they made their way downwards Likèreal was reminded of the first time he'd seen the place, it had set off warning bells and he'd been sorely tempted to bundle the male up and keep him far away from it. This place that reminded the Fallen of the worst side of humanity and their fragility, even Lotus...but the other male would not have forgiven him for that. He could remember the argument - Lotus being adamant about cheap rent, being able to do what he wanted to the place and that he wasn't afraid of them. His own that relating to the fact that he could provide him a much better environment for the same cost, all of it boiling down to his own fears about Lotus' humanity. On top of that he'd put his foot in his mouth and mentioned the fact that Lotus had died. Likèreal had never been especially good at lying or keeping secrets for long periods of time. It had led to him being more truthful about what had happened.
Golden eyes shifted down to look at Lotus, pulling himself back from the memory the smile re-appeared and he reached up to lightly brush the silvery-white strands behind one ear. "It's fine, I know that you enjoy going there and as long as I'm with you I don't really mind where we eat," he stated as he leaned down slightly to rest his forehead against Lotus'. "Did you have a good day?"[/font]
<font color="cc28f5]Wicked humor sparked at that, and Lotus allowed himself an indulgent grin, “New boyfriend every week? Makes you sound like a pimp, dear,” he crooned playfully, patting his hand to the dark haired man’s cheek teasingly, warm skin, leather and fluffy fur. He then bumped his hip against Likèreal as he opened the elevator for them both, bowing for the other to leave first.
“And we both know you’re more attentive than that,” he added, sweetening the tart. His sense of humor had always been dark, but he’d soon found that when he wasn’t pretending to be someone else, it tended to ring oddly or at a bad time. It was a work in progress.
“But yes, it was mostly successful. The stands are still configuring themselves out, and I discovered that I’m not very good at sculpting, but pottery making is most soothing. How was your day?” He inquired, not exactly sure how the immortal spent most of his time these days, now that they no longer lived together.
They walked casually, arm in arm to the special sushi restaurant a mile away. It was always dark and closed looking, but inside it was plush, expensive and catered to. Only the people who knew about it, came. It was just one of the cities many secrets that Lotus was unraveling. “And you can have an opinion about where we eat. You can have an opinion about anything you want. It’s not necessary to always agree with me,” he said casually, wondering if that would rub wrong.[/font]
<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal’s lips quirked as Lotus bowed, stepping out of the lift first still keeping hold of the other male's hand as he exited letting it shift behind him to keep hold. He was enjoying the warmth of the other male's hand in his and didn't wish to let go. As they moved down the street he lightly swung their hands before saying, "Yes it does make me sound like an incorrigible flirt and playboy...and I don't mind people thinking it if it was true but as you say I'm a very attentive boyfriend."
Amused he looked down into those familiar violet eyes as they moved down the street and towards Lotus' favourite sushi place. "My flamboyant partner who likes changing his looks weekly is giving me a bad name."
He was interested, and it showed in the golden gaze as he listened to Lotus talk about his day. He didn't understand everything the male did and he didn't doubt the retired assassin didn't tell him everything either. But he had gained numerous vases full of flowers and pots throughout his house since Lotus got his new place - he'd actually managed not to kill most of them. "Well you don't have to be good at everything. As for me - the usual, I've been drawing some more landscapes and tinkering with mechanics mostly."
Likèreal had been doing those things but what he didn't mention was the fact he had finally resumed in a small part taking his mercenary and assassination jobs once more. He'd retired for a while, not wanting to leave Lotus but once he moved out he'd found he'd had more time than he really knew what to do with. He hadn't taken on anything serious and they were all close to home assignments, the most recent one had been to steal a gem a few cities away.
"And of course I don't have to agree with you, I argue with you all the time over the important things. Food isn't something that I would fight over, considering wherever you want to eat will probably serve things better than my own cooking. Though honestly I think I've been improving..."[/font]
<font color="cc28f5]Lotus put up a hand in defence as he said bluntly, "You're bad reputation that you have is all your own doing. I just spice it up with some romance. But we both know you prefer your bad boy reputation," he told Likèreal with a raise of a wry eyebrow. Pushing the glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger he let his fingers play absently with some of his hair.
Lotus nodded his head, taking his turn to listen to Likèreal’s adventures. Drawing and mechanical tinkering. Not too far off from what he was doing while they lived that short time together, but Lotus found it hard to envision him doing with all the free time he surely must have now. Lotus himself was constantly finding new things to do, or things that needed his attention for a little longer. His primary health concern, when he wasn't being an extreme vegetarian, was his lack of sleep. He'd only sleep a few hours at a time before sleep eluded him and he had a heavy desire to jump out of bed.
Caffeine had become the assassin's new best friend. And he knew that if he wasn't careful though, the drugs so easily sold on the streets below his home, or in the dirty side alleys to the side, might become more than just a moment's consideration.
Lucky for him, he hated not being in complete control of his body.
He leaned his head to Likèreal and rested it on his shoulder as they walked. He was warm and comfortable. He'd lost track of what Likèreal had said, lost in the moments that seemed to pass through his fingers like that sometimes as he thought, so he lightly carried the subject on. "Food is something you enjoy--why do you seem surprised to being better at cooking. Not...that you haven't had a lot of time to perfect such a science," he added with a mutter under his breath.
The dark tinted door was shut, and the delicate store sign was painted on a board above the entrance. A young couple laughed their way out of the restaurant, posh and expensive name brands on their bodies and in their hands as a sexy sports car was brought to them via valet service.
Live music spilled out the door with the couple, a lingering taste of the exotic expenses to be found inside.
[/font]
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