Tag: old story x 2

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...

A smile.

We smiled at each other, his presence turning my attention away from the dullness of watching not-quite-couples dancing. It was so nice to see his smile then, so wonderful to know he was at least as happy to see me as I was to see him. The club suddenly did not matter to me. I realized right then that I only came to the establishment in hopes of seeing him.

Perhaps he had thought the same thing because, not long after our short interaction, he invited me to fly with him. I welcomed it gladly, wanting to get away from the uncomfortable feeling I get whenever there are people happily flirting with each other. I had almost finished my glass of fizzy wine, but that wasn’t a problem; I didn’t even say goodbye to any of the...