Dimetri Blaze

Streets to Sheets

The bed was large, circular in shape, with a very thin silk canopy enveloping it. Dimetri leaned against the arched entryway as his eyes trailed over the sleeping man. How the newcomer could look so cute while he slept made the mage smirk and shake his head, memories of a previous life flowing through his vision.

With a sigh he turned back toward the main sitting room. The scattering of pillows, liqueur bottles, and crumbled parchment created the flat Dimetri had bought for the time he spent in Silvermoon. Without much of a glance he walked toward a pile of pillows, scooped a glass with a few sips of whiskey left in it, and sat. 

His brain was already lost on the previous day when he had met the Forsaken man. Met wasn’t the right word. The man had walked right up to Dimetri and rested his head on the mage’s lap without a care in the world. After an exchange of introductions, Bennich had surprised him further by pulling a silk blanket from an enchanted bag and cuddled up in it. Only due to Dimetri’s lack of schedule for the day did he stay and read poetry until the man fell asleep.

And that’s how he got to the poet’s bed, completely clothed. Dimetri wasn’t well practiced in levitation spells, but he had enough experience to use it to help him carry Ben into his private chambers.

Whatever it was the pretty man had experienced, at that moment it was clear to Dimetri that the true thing he needed was someone to care for him.

Dimetri was born to serve.