[center [b Person A] is a demon that got ‘suspended’ from Hell, roaming around towns to find a way to fit into the world of humans. At a bar one night they meet [b Person B], a human, who they can’t help sweeping off their feet. They treat B like a god, and B treats them like royalty. Ironically, B has just recently finished schooling to become a priest. Both are unaware of what the other is.
~PM me if interested. I was thinking this could be m x m but I could also do f x m!~
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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 Upon hearing the gasp the other let out, Ruvyn let out a hearty chuckle, a grin plastered on his face. The sight of the human getting spooked was rather cute to him. If only Solomon had seen his true form. That would have really gotten him. The kiss the man gave to his neck was sweet and soft and more than welcome. Small things like this, the most mundane of touches always made Ruvyn feel butterflies in his stomach. God he felt like such a girl. [i [#dd9518 "Sorry babe, couldn't resist your song~"]] he replied. The demon looked the other's naked form up and down for only a moment, not wanting to look like a perv. Not that they didn't just have sex, but staring blankly at someone was usually a fairly creepy thing to do. Even if the tan male wanted oh so badly to let his eyes do a lot more wandering.
At the mention of his tattoo, Ruvyn raised a brow. So he had noticed it after all. Turning to face the mirror so Solomon could get a better look at it, the demon looked back over his shoulder at the shorter man. [i [#dd9518 It's like a family crest of sorts. What I told you earlier about my family, we all have one. Though technically it's not just a tattoo. Starts as a brand, then the color goes over it after it's healed. You can feel it if you want."]] he said as if branding a demonic sigil on his back was something common and nothing to bat an eye at.
Figuring he should give a bit more of an explanation, Ruvyn considered how he could word it to be as truthful as possible without giving himself away as a demon. Appearing human was key. Facing back to the mirror, he watched Sol in the foggy reflection and rubbed the back of his neck.
[i [#dd9518 "Naberius is the demon my family aligned with. Not sure if he's ever mentioned in the Bible or not, but he's fairly good as far as demons go. Blessing men in arts and sciences and teaching how to live a gracious lifestyle. Not your typical "bloodthirsty demon" stereo type."]] he stated. It was strange talking about his father as if he didn't know him personally. Even if Solomon was put off by Ruvyn seeming so involved in demonic lifestyles, the man refused to paint his father in bad light. Nothing he said was false, however. The demon just stood there waiting for a reaction and hoping that the other wouldn't find something bad to think of the man that raised him.]]
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Solomon believed Ruben when he said he was capable of taking care of himself, but was left speechless once he heard where the male had been staying. How did he even get onto the roof of that building? Maybe he climbed a ladder. Was that safe? Biting his lip to keep himself from expressing further worries he tried his best to express a look of understanding though he wanted to take Ruben in even more now.
He had always been the type to take in injured or stray animals. Rabbits, cats, dogs. Anything without a home often found itself in his room. He remembered taking in a small bird, a fledgling, that had been badly injured after what he assumed to be a cat attack. The words of his father still echoed in his head, [i “Get rid of that thing. You’ll only be disappointed when it dies.”] But it didn’t die. He spent every waking moment with that bird and nursed it back to health, setting it free when it no longer needed him. Put good energy out into the world and good things will happen. Open your arms to those in need. These values guided him through all things. Ruben wasn’t an injured baby bird in any sense but that didn’t stop Solomon from wanting to help him. Even if helping him just meant being there for him.
The feeling of Ruben’s fingers against his cheek made the blonde close his eyes and sigh contently. If they stayed like this forever he wouldn’t even care. To hell with the whole damn church. To hell with the Bible. [i I don’t actually mean that, God. I just...I’m feeling very conflicted.]
Ruben tried to explain himself, though Solomon wasn’t sure if he completely understood. [i Afraid of showing who he is? What he is?] The only thing he could think of was that Ruben had committed some horrible crime. He tried to consider how he would feel if that were the case. Most sins could be forgiven and who was he to judge anyone, especially in this moment. It warmed his heart that Ruben was concerned for his safety and wellbeing. But what was all that talk about breaking points? He wanted to stop the other male and assure him that his breaking point had been reached long ago. That he had been broken and through some miracle pieced himself back together. However, he couldn’t bring himself to talk about that. [#6495ED “Doubting your own existence...that is something I understand. I don’t think I understand everything you’ve said completely but I do to an extent. Though I still hope that one day I can know every part of you.”]
A pleased smile spread across his lips when Ruben’s hand returned to him, though this time it held on a little more tightly. [i "You're too good for me, love. You know that?"] The words stabbed into his rib cage like a dagger, twisting painfully into his heart. All of his life he had strived to be good, yet he was always met with reasons why he was bad. Then along comes this perfect man who was interested in him for some reason. Solomon bit his lip and fought back the tears that would have surely poured out if he was alone. Ruben shifted under him and now Solomon could look directly at his face, lips curving into a small smile due to the soft touch on his bottom. [#6495ED “Its funny that you would say that. I was just thinking that [i you’re] too good for me,] he whispered, eyes settling on to the other male’s lips.
Hearing Ruben’s question made his heart pound harder against his chest. Solomon had been thinking about kissing this man since their first kiss in the bar. But if he kissed him now he knew there would definitely be no going back. [i Who am I kidding? There was never any going back. I don’t know what it is about him, but God forgive me for whatever sins I may commit. I will accept any punishment but I cannot let go of Ruben.] Instead of using words to accept the kiss, Solomon moved his head forward until their lips touched. He placed a gentle hand on the side of Ruben’s cheek as his mouth became more involved in the kiss.
There it was again. That spark he felt the first time. He had almost convinced himself that he imagined the whole thing, but now he was sure that there was something between them. Whether it was special or a dangerous encounter waiting to happen it didn’t matter to Solomon. The only thing that mattered in this moment were the incredible lips that moved against his.
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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 Hearing him not back down from his offer, Ruvyn felt a bit of relief. Still, such a big change wouldn't be easy, he knew that much. The human was worried about him though and it didn't sit well with the demon to have Solomon worry that way. The kiss on his cheek caused a soft blush to rise to his cheeks, effectively stopping his train of thought for the moment. Fuck if he didn't want to feel those lips on his own. Perhaps tonight might lead to that an more.
First, the tall man wanted to get a few things straight. Giving a slight grin, Ruvyn shook his head and chuckled lowly. [i [#dd9518 "Trust me, I'm more than capable of taking care of myself without a home like yours. Besides, remember I told you I like heights? As far as I'm concerned, I got the best place in town. I can see everything from the roof of that big business building down the street. I'll admit it's cold, which I hate, but the view is.. breathtaking,"]] he spoke in a reminiscing tone, closing his eyes as if trying to recall the view.
After a few moments he looked back down at the other man. Oh how simple Sol made everything seem. As if simple conflicts of opinion or profession was all he had to worry about. Lifting his free hand to stroke a strand of blonde hair away from his love's face, the demon let his eyes meet with the green ones in front of him, weighing his options. Would he chance it all? Losing the man in his lap?
A pained sadness was held in his warm eyes, fingers brushing Solomon's cheek sweetly. [i [#dd9518 "Sol, I want so badly to bare my soul to you. You have no idea how much it hurts that I can't."]] The hand stopped, cupping the cheek as his eyes closed, leaning forward to rest his head against the man's. [i [#dd9518 "I'm not ashamed to show my flaws. I am afraid of showing who I am. What I am. You're safer not knowing. Everyone has a breaking point. And breaking yours is something I wouldn't ever be able to forgive myself for. I would love to know everything about you, babe. I just doubt my own existence on this earth too much to allow you to see everything that I am.. I just hope you can understand.. even a little."]]
Moving back and opening his eyes, he saw the blackness of his demonic hands against the pale cheek of his human love. Skin like his shouldn't be tainted with such immoral, evil hands. Hesitant, Ruvyn pulled his hand back and returned his attention to the ice cream, needing a distraction from how dirty he felt in the presence of this man now. They were on such different levels of existence. He couldn't hope to ever be worth this man's time and energy. But he was too selfish to give it up.
He returned his hand around Solomon, this time holding him tight, hand tightly fisted into his shirt, trying to keep himself grounded to this man. [i [#dd9518 "You're too good for me, love. You know that?"]] he questioned rhetorically, chuckling out as his eyes cut to Sol. If he was going to be gone soon, he couldn't just let this be the tone for all of their time together. Ruvyn wanted to experience as much of what love could offer before the end. Setting the ice cream to the side and shifting a bit so that Solomon was faced even more towards him, the demon let his hand reach up to graze his thumb over the other's bottom lip.
Decidedly, Ruvyn would try to let the rest of their time be as loving, passionate and happy as he could manage to salvage from the mess he'd made of things tonight. [i [#dd9518 "Sol.. could I- may I kiss you?"]] It came out as gently as Ruvyn could sound, wanting to give his love plenty of room to back out. If they were to share affection, the demon wanted it to be desired by them both and not something taken by him.
Solomon wasn’t sure of the others intentions as he watched the taller male approaching him. A small gasp escaped from his lips as he felt his feet lift from the ground. Ruben had already figuratively swept him off his feet and now he was literally doing it. Being carried bridal style is something that Solomon had never imagined for himself, yet here he was. The more time he spent with the other male the more he seemed to open up a whole new world of possibilities.
He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the effortless way Ruben’s strong arms supported his body. When they reached the couch he expected to be set down on the couch, but instead he was positioned on Ruben’s lap, causing color to spread through his cheeks. He wasn’t used to being this physical with anyone. This unexplainable connection between them was illogical and for him, immoral. Yet when his eyes met the golden pair in front of him any worry left in his mind faded away. Solomon chuckled at Ruben’s question about the spoons. [#6495ED “Sharing a spoon with you sounds lovely.”]
There had been men in Solomon’s life before but none had ever been this captivating. He had to wonder if this was the beginning of a beautiful love. Though it seemed to early to use the word “love” it echoed through his mind. Love. He didn’t have much experience with that. His mother and father had never seemed “in love”. At some point he was sure that there had been a spark in their eyes when they looked at each other or that at one time perhaps his father had been charming. However, if there ever was anything of the sort between his parents it had died somewhere along the way. If he was being honest with himself that was one of the many reasons he had decided to become a priest. The fear of loving and losing. Certainly most people felt this fear, but in his case he didn’t want to be unhappily married with four children and a mean spirited heart. No, he wanted to be nothing like his father.
What he did know of love he had absorbed from romance novels and most importantly The Song of Solomon, a series of lyrical poems from the Old Testament. As a child he was obsessed because it was his namesake but as he grew older he became obsessed with the actual meaning of the words.
The poems were between a young woman and her lover. They praise one another’s beauty and the woman dreams of her lover and their wedding. It seemed something more akin to Shakespeare than the Bible which was the best part about it. Scholars analyzed it as an allegory for God’s love for humankind. Solomon saw it more as the intensity of love that humans can express with an exploration of the mystical quality of erotic desire. Although he never dared breathe a word of his true thoughts to those close to him, The Song of Solomon kept him sane in some of his darkest moments.
[i Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples, and your mouth like the best wine./ It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth.I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me.- Song of Solomon 7]
Solomon’s eyes locked onto the spoon as Ruben dug it into the cold dessert and brought it closer to his mouth. He parted his lips and took in the ice cream, trying not to make a mess. Hearing the voice of his beloved he turned all attention to him, green eyes locking onto those perfect lips. His happy ice-cream fueled smile flipped into a frown upon hearing Ruben say that he wasn't a good person.
It was true that Solomon knew little about him, but there was no way that Ruben was a bad person. He refused to believe it. Still, he refrained from interjecting and listened to what else the male had to say. Though his words were a bit confusing, Solomon understood what he was trying to say. He hadn’t expected Ruben to accept his offer for a place to stay, but had offered anyways because that was the kind of person he was. Surely there were differences between them. Living with other people always came with difficulties. However, he couldn’t bear the thought of Ruben freezing somewhere with no warm place to rest his head.
Staring back into the golden eyes, he tried to give a reassuring smile. Lose him? There was no way Ruben could lose him. He was hooked on the sweet nectar of love and didn’t plan on going anywhere, despite the consequences that loomed in the back of his mind. [#6495ED “We all strive to be good people and sometimes we fail but that’s okay,”] he said, nuzzling closer to Ruben. [#6495ED “You don’t have to stay here and I’m sorry if my quickness to open my home to you was alarming in any way. I just...the thought of you wandering the streets alone is heartbreaking. Please remember that my home is always open to you.”]
Leaning in closer, Solomon placed a kiss on the tan manle’s cheek. [#6495ED “Ruben, there is no flaw in you that could keep me away. I’ve never felt--I don’t know what I feel. But I know that I’m not going anywhere. I have to confess that I’m also afraid of losing you because of what I am. Yet, even though I’m afraid, I want you to know everything about me. And I want to know everything about you,”] he spoke softly, his voice slightly wavering.
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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 Damn. His attempt to get the other flustered enough to stay off the subject of his past hadn't gone exactly to plan. Then again, Ruvyn was on Solomon's turf now, so it was likely that the comforts of his own home raised the human's confidence. [i "But first...are you really okay?”] Great. He had far too little alcohol in him to deal with this right now. Not that it'd help him to relax or anything. Lifting the glass, he took a large gulp, eyes on Solomon as he rounded the corner.
He wondered for a moment why the other would come over to him but the answer he received left him far more stunned than he could have ever envisioned. Such a simple gesture of affection, yet it shook him to the core, his hand holding the glass trembling. It was as if his whole body froze in place and melted at the same time. Something inside him was screaming out in desperation. Ruvyn had long since accepted his inevitable fate. When the time came, he would be called back to hell and his life would come to an end. It took him a while to accept such a thing, of course, but he knew there was no way around it. The most he could hope for was enjoying whatever time he had left.
But here in the arms of this man.. this [i human].. his soul ignited with the desire to live. He didn't just want to live for himself anymore, and maybe that's why this man changed everything for the demon. Now he wanted to live for Solomon. Dark, wide eyes stung with an unfamiliar wetness, heart nearly pounding free from its boney prison.
The offer came but no words could escape his throat. Realization setting in. This guy knew so little about him, and what few things he did know were mostly lies. Somehow though, he offered him a home here with him. A decision that Ruvyn wouldn't.. [i couldn't] make lightly. Knowing he'd have to speak up soon if he didn't want Solomon to notice how unsettled he was, the demon managed to whisper out a rather strained, [i [#dd9518 "I'll.. think about it."]] Hoping that would suffice for the time being.
The kiss to the top of his head was bittersweet. It drew him closer in the cruelest of ways. Wishing for anything more than what he already got with his love was only going to end in tragedy for both of them. Once the human left the room, a hand quickly gripped his chest and Ruvyn shot out of his chair, stepping away from the table and over to the wall near the door, his free hand connecting with the surface as his breathing began to come out quick and heavy. The world was spinning, mind racing. [i My love?] The demon wondered incredulously.
No, love would only complicate things. It couldn't be love anyway could it? They had only seen each other twice, and he wasn't the love struck preteen girl type. Yet all he could hear was his father's voice, calm and clear like the beam of a lighthouse cutting through the dense fog of his sea of doubt.
[i [#dd9518 "I don't get it then, what's the difference from loving family and being [b in] love?"] "The difference is, you live life for yourself though your love for your family leads you to protect and fight for them. But when you love, when you [b truly] love someone.. you're no longer living life for yourself. You feel as if the world could end and so long as you have them, your life could keep going with ease.Because they [b are] your world. Because you're living for them just as much as you're living for yourself. But don't think too hard on it now, you'll know it when you feel it."]
Those words rang true to how Ruvyn felt about Solomon, but if he wasn't walking the line of death would he still feel the same? Would he still care so much for this man? Or was everything he felt just a dead man's desperation for affection before his end? Trying to steady his breathing, the man looked up slowly at the wall, instincts or perhaps something else in the universe telling him there was something he needed to see. A brief expression of confused belief flashed over his features as his eyes met with the item on the wall. A cross. Staring at it for a moment, he glanced at the ceiling as if to stare into the heavens, begging the question of God's existence. Was that supposed to be some sign of divine power? Or was it nothing more than coincidence?
Either way, it was enough to break him of the hold panic had on him moments before, pulling his arm back to his side and stepping back to eye the religious decor again. [i If God was there, would he even give a shit about demons? Would he want me with a human?] The thought was enough to make Ruvyn let out a bitter chuckle.
Hearing the voice of hope come back into the room, the demon turned with a soft smile. He couldn't let any of his bitterness show to this man. Solomon had done so much for him that the human wasn't even aware of and Ruvyn had no intention of showing him anything but kindness and love in return. That word was still so new to him, but regardless of his cautiousness for the situation he was in, the man would accept this feeling as it came to him. And for now, he would bet what little of his life was left on it being love.
Ruvyn walked up to Solomon and effortlessly swept him up into his arms, being careful not to make him drop the utensils or the cold treat the man brought him. Carrying him over to the couch, he sat down, placing his human in his lap, setting him a bit sideways so they could still see each other's faces. Letting his hand rub up and down Solomon's back gingerly, Ruvyn looked down at the ice cream for a second before his eyes met with the blonde's. [i [#dd9518 "Why two spoons when we could share one?"]] he questioned, taking one of the spoons and scooping a bite to take for himself. It was sweet and cold. Of course, it was ice cream. While the demon usually didn't like cold things, the thought of sharing with Sol like this outweighed anything negative he would have felt for eating this stuff on his own. Perhaps that's what love does. The demon tried to reason with himself. Anything that would help him point towards his feelings being legitimate and not situational.
His heart felt light and yet somehow swollen twenty times it's normal size. Smiling, the demon brought the spoon down to procure another generous amount of the ice cream, this time lifting it to Solomon's lips, watching to make sure he didn't spill it, but also just because he wanted to watch the other's mouth.
[i [#dd9518 "Mm.. so. About before. I appreciate your offer, but I'm hesitant. There's a lot about me that I'm not sure would fit your lifestyle. Or anyone's lifestyle really. I don't know, maybe it would just be easier if I said.. that I'm not a good person?"]] he trailed off, resting his chin on Sol's shoulder in thought. [i [#dd9518 "And from what I've seen, you're an.. amazingly great person. I honestly couldn't hope to compare, but- Well, if we stayed like this. A bit of distance, then it'd be easier to not have or differences clash. But if we close that gap and both live so close, I don't know if those differences would have enough space for.. acceptance. Does that make sense? Wouldn't it be better to live in blissful ignorance than to have those things ruin us. I-"]] his voice broke off and he seemed either lost for words or afraid of how what he wanted to say would be taken.
Looking up to meet Sol's eyes, he smiled and let out a soft sigh of endearment. [i [#dd9518 "I really don't want to lose you, Sol. And if you knew too much, I'm afraid I would."]] he admitted with loving eyes.
A single eyebrow shot up upon hearing that the other male liked birds. Solomon didn’t peg Ruben as someone who would like cute animals. Although larger birds were definitely more intimidating than small ones. Head tilted, he chewed his food and listened to the other speak, finding the sound of his voice symphonic. When Ruben didn’t explicitly reveal his age he chuckled along with him. He didn’t care too much about how old he was, though his brain had been playing the “what if” game. What if this guy is 18? What if he’s 17? Judging by Ruben’s appearance it seemed very unlikely, but hearing a confirmation that he was at least twenty was reassuring.
Nodding, Solomon took note of Ruben’s food preferences. He was thankful for choosing to cook a meat dish for dinner. [i Next time I should make hamburgers...but maybe stuffed hamburgers? Feta cheese with peppers. And brioche buns.] Realizing that he was jumping ahead of himself made the blonde blush. They hadn’t even finished dinner yet and he was already planning another one. Something could go horribly wrong or Ruben could disappear again. He moved his attention back to the perfect male across from him, eyes zoning in on the last bit of food left on his plate.
[i “Aspirations.. Huh.. I guess... trying to stay alive?”] The response came as a surprise and he immediately stopped chewing on his food. A piece of chicken went down his throat slowly, in a painful way. He reached for his glass of wine and tried to wash it down without looking like he was choking on food. Fortunately, there were more words to explain what he meant by “trying to stay alive”. Hearing that Ruben had been kicked out of his home and that things had been hard caused his brows to knit together,concern clearly visible. Solomon had been kicked out of his home before and found it hard to believe that Ruben was feeling fine. In his own time of need he had turned to the church, but that wasn’t an option for everyone. He didn’t want to suggest staying at a church or the homeless shelter run by his church because he didn’t want to shove religion down anyone's throat.
Before he had the chance to respond, Ruben had already moved onto another topic. Solomon suspected that he wanted to distract him from saying anything about his situation. He was always thankful for a compliment on his food and the way that Ruben said his name was every bit enticing. Especially paired with that grin. It was enough to send shivers down Solomon’s spine. However, he couldn’t just ignore the information revealed to him. Swirling the small bit of wine left in his glass, he pondered the best way to approach the topic without being too overbearing. [#6495ED “I’m glad you enjoyed the meal. I actually bought a tub of ice cream that I need help eating otherwise I’ll eat way too much. I don’t think I taste as sweet as ice cream but maybe you can be the judge of that later? But first...are you really okay?”]
Solomon stood up from the table and moved towards Ruben. When he reached the taller male he draped his arms over his shoulders from behind and crossed them over his chest, pulling him into a loose hug. His blonde head hung low, near Ruben’s ear. Using a calm, low voice he spoke, [#6495ED “I don’t want to stick my nose in your business but I’ve been in a similar situation and it was frustrating. I felt very alone and scared. Ruben, if you need a place to stay you can stay here. For as long as you need. No questions asked.”] Every instinct inside him was screaming to retract the invitation, telling Solomon to step away. Despite the strange feeling inside him, he placed a kiss on top of Ruben’s dark locks before picking up the plates and wine glasses from the table. He took them to the kitchen to put in the dishwasher and grabbed the tub of ice cream out of the freezer.
He emerged from the kitchen holding the ice cream and two large spoons. [#6495ED “I couldn’t decide on a flavor so I got Neapolitan. I figure you can’t go wrong with strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla.”]
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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 Hearing the human speaking of travel around earth, it quickly became apparent to Ruvyn how little he knew about human culture, much less the geography of this place. Italy and Ireland? He had heard of those places before but having never been to earth before his sentence, these names now meant nothing to him. Raising his brows to feign amazement, he'd take a chance in acting impressed that the other had traveled. At least now, the demon had a name for where he'd been this whole time. America. Though the other didn't seem too thrilled about being here. Nodding as he listened to the other continue, something Solomon said caught his attention. The man hated people that use power and status to abuse others.
Seemed like he was describing the demon race as a whole. Maybe he and Sol wouldn't be good together after all. Of course, Ruvyn himself never used either to abuse people, in fact he had always tried to steer clear of others in hell specifically to avoid demons like that. Trying to appear as if it wasn't getting under his skin, the male tilted his head and scratched his cheek in thought. Right he had to talk about himself now too. This should be interesting. Practically his whole existence should be kept a secret. Where to begin?
[i [#dd9518 "Let's see.. I think birds are pretty cool. The bigger the better. Heights? Anywhere up high is my favorite place to be. Like being able to look out and see for miles. It's a nice feeling, getting away from everything, y'know? And drinking. Obviously. Age wise, let's say I'm between twenty and thirty."]] he said with a playful grin, chuckling a bit to hide the fact that he had no idea what age would be acceptable to the other human. It wasn't like he could just come out and say "Hey, I'm Ruben and I'm almost four hundred years old." Continuing on, he took a sip of wine before speaking again.
[i [#dd9518 "Honestly, I'm an easy to please man. Anything with meat, especially red meat and you've won me over. Was that all..?"]] he paused for a moment before recalling one more thing. Instantly his brows tightened and he looked down at his plate. Seemingly lost in deep thought, there was confusion and a sense of hopelessness in his eyes as he poked at the last of his food with his fork. [i [#dd9518 "Aspirations.. Huh.. I guess... trying to stay alive?"]] he said questioningly but it almost came as a request, as if asking some unknown force if he was allowed to continue living. Like he was just waiting for death to come for him soon. Which he was. Ruvyn realized that his answer must have seemed dark and he tried to salvage it if at all possible by letting out a chuckle and looking to his side.
[i [#dd9518 "Haha sorry.. Guess we all aspire to live huh? Human nature right? Didn't mean to sound so depressed, just been a bit hard lately. I suppose you could say I got kicked out of my home not too long ago. I've been fine and all, I just worry about my brother, Kole. I know he's pissed about it. We were pretty close but.. what can you do? Just gotta keep rolling with the punches and figure out another way."]]
He had hoped to not make the other worry or to pry too much into everything, but his mouth running more than it should have to save his own ass might have done more harm than good in that sense. Perhaps he could derail this line of conversation if he acted fast enough. Leaning back and letting out a groan, Ruvyn stretched out his arms and looked back at Solomon once again. [i [#dd9518 "Damn, that was good. But I gotta ask.. what's for dessert?"]] Leaning forward, he leaned against the table and shot the man a devious grin, fire in his eyes.
[i [#dd9518 "I'm hoping there's a little Solomon on the menu. I've been craving it all day."]] he nearly purred out. Sure. When in doubt, turn things sexual. That's practically what all of the time in bars had taught Ruvyn was the human way to do things.]]]
[i "The food looks almost as good as you do. Since I can't know for sure yet though, I guess I'll start with tasting this meal first."] Solomon couldn’t stop himself from smiling like an idiot at the compliment. His eyes watched the man across from him with a great intensity, taking in all of his movements. When Ruben licked his lips, the green eyes stayed frozen on his mouth. He watched as each bite of food disappeared and only looked away once he realized he probably looked like a creep. The blonde ate slowly, enjoying each mouthful and all of the flavors that exploded on his taste buds. [i Hm, could have used a bit more garlic. Maybe a splash more of white wine in the sauce.] He continued to silently critique his cooking as he reached for the glass of wine to pair with another bite. Ruben’s voice snapped his attention away from the food and his eyes looked up to meet the golden pair that bored into him from across the table.
Many thoughts raced through his mind at the questions hurled his way. The first two questions were easy to answer, but how was he to explain what his life was like without mentioning church? Of course he would have to bring it up eventually, however this did not seem like an ideal time. His daily life mostly revolved around the church and when he wasn’t at church he was at home...or in some bar pretending that his intentions were pure. [#6495ED “Wait, you want to make this a thing? I-I-that makes me very happy. I mean I wasn't sure how you felt but...”] A chuckled followed his stammered words. He had been so wrapped up in how to answer the questions that he had almost missed the most important part of what the other had said.
The way Ruben spoke was calming and his worries about the questions quickly faded, though only to be replaced by new worries. What did it mean to be a thing? Solomon had pretended to date women in high school while always having a “thing” in the background. In college he hid his flings or semi-relationships with men, convincing himself that he wasn’t a priest yet so it didn’t matter. Now he was a priest. Someone regarded highly by the church and its community and here he was getting into another thing. But god, this was different. For some reason he was willing to risk everything for this man he barely knew. [i Once a sinner, always a sinner. How many times can I use that excuse?]
Shaking away the thoughts for now, Solomon scrambled to find something to say that wouldn’t sound degrading. This something would take all his brain power to focus on. It was easy to talk negatively about himself and harder to focus on the positives. [#6495ED “Well, I guess you already know that I like cooking. I also love to travel. I went to Ireland a lot as a child because my mom has family there. Recently I lived in Italy for a little over a year and it was kind of hard to come back here. I traveled all over Europe during my stay and the history and rich culture is more exciting than what America has to offer.”] He took another bite of food, scolding himself mentally for omitting that his stay in Italy related directly to his priest training. [#6495ED “Hmm, what do I hate? Hate is a strong word, but I guess I hate people that use their power or status to abuse others.”]
Eyeing the dwindling bottle of wine, the priest went into the kitchen to fetch another bottle. More wine to keep his nerves calm. Plus, it was a good way to avoid answering the question about what his life was like. He returned to the table and refilled both glasses, leaving the new bottle next to the man with the drinking tolerance of steel. [#6495ED “I’ve answered some questions so what about you, Ruben? What do you like, what are your aspirations, how old are you? Oh! And what is your favorite thing to eat? That one is important.”] Solomon folded his hands together and rested his chin on them, smiling at the handsome male and praying that he wouldn’t press for any more details about his life that would be hard to answer truthfully.
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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 [i "Can you slice some tomatoes and mozzarella for the salad?”] Solomon's words almost didn't reach Ruvyn. He was in such a daze from the dangerous voice in his head yelling at him to take this man and run away with him. But somehow the human was able to cut past the haze and fog clouding his mind to get through to him. While the other was faced away, the demon pressed a hand to his face and took a deep breath, trying to ground himself. Make sense of any of this. For now, Solomon's presence was the only thing keeping him sane. Providing comfort despite experiencing something that might have sent him in a fit otherwise.
[i [#dd9518 "Tomatoes and mozzarella. Got it."]] Dragging his hand down his face, he made his way to the sink and turned on the water to wash his hands before dealing with food. Germs didn't bother a demon like Ruvyn, but he figured the gesture would be much more appreciated from his cooking partner. As his eyes rested on his hands, he saw them as they were, not as the humans saw them. Pitch black hands with long sharp claws turned over palm up as the man observed them. Slowly, blood began to bubble up from his palms, spilling over his hands and pouring into the sink below.
With wide eyes and a pounding heart, Ruvyn quickly turned to glance at his companion, seeing his busy with the food as normal. But something was off. From his neck, the demon could see blood starting to trickle down the blond's body, pooling under his feet on the floor. His mind was playing tricks on him. Closing his eyes tight, he turned away and shoved his hands into the water and scrubbed ferociously at them with soap and water, willing the visions away.
Somehow, he knew what his mind was trying to tell him. Warning him that what he saw would happen if the demon followed what the voice had told him. He knew. He knew all too well that if he listened, he would very well lose Solomon forever. Somber eyes opened to thankfully find his hands were back to normal. The plain, black, demonic ones from before clean and free from the blood of the man his heart was bound to. A breath of relief left his throat and a forlorn smile took its place on the man's lips.
At least for now, the other was safe. That's all that mattered to the tall man. Cooking with the other succeeded in lifting his spirits and distracting him from the foreboding voice. It didn't take long for the two to have their meal ready and placed at the table. The food looked delicious and the wine was a welcomed sight. Thank Lucifer, he needed to get some alcohol in him. Watching the other take a seat, he followed suit and took the place at the other end, eyeing the plates before eyeing the snack sitting across from him.
[i [#dd9518 "The food looks almost as good as you do. Since I can't know for sure yet though, I guess I'll start with tasting this meal first,"]] he quipped with a confidant grin, reaching out to grab the wine, pouring himself some as well, downing the glass in one quick gulp. Letting out a sound of satisfaction, the demon licked his lips and went to trying the food, feeling a purr rumble in his chest. It [i was] good. Having a bit of bias for the swiftly disappearing chicken on his plate, Ruvyn took a few more bites. The tan hands did their best to keep the food coming slowly, not wanting to shovel the food down as he normally would. While Ruvyn attempted to have manners, it was obvious he wasn't used to the customs of date etiquette.
Taking a short break, he poured a bit more wine for himself, limiting himself with this half filled glass, not wanting to hog it all. Leaning back and taking a sip of the wine, deciding to savor what little he had left, he locked eyes with Solomon. [i [#dd9518 "So, Solomon, tell me more about yourself. What kind of things do you like, what do you hate, what's your life like? I figure since we both seem to wanna make this a thing between us, we should probably know more than just... Me Ruben you Solomon, right?"]] Ruvyn chucked to himself. Part of him felt bad for telling Solomon a name that wasn't his but.. surely it was close enough.
The trading of compliments between themselves made Solomon’s heart jump. He simply chuckled and shook his head before slipping an apron over his own neck. This one sported the words “Kiss the chef” which held a whole new meaning now that he wasn’t cooking alone. There were other aprons to choose from but he wanted to entice the other male, eager to feel his lips again. Even though Solomon knew resisting temptation would be harder with Ruben in his apartment it was hard for him to care. Desire filled dreams had tortured him since their first encounter at the club.
Feeling a hand slink around to his back, the smaller male didn’t realize what was happening until there was barely any space left between their bodies. His heart began beating so fast that he could hear the pounding echo inside his head. Solomon peered up at Ruben, green eyes producing a sultry look beneath his long lashes. Sparks shot through his body at the sensation of the thumb against his cheek. He hoped the other didn’t realize that he was turning into putty, willing and ready to do whatever the other had in mind. Words tumbled clumsily out of his mouth, [#6495ED “Sorry, its just food...really good food. Uh, I like the sound of you calling me baby so now I’ve lost my train of thought and I can't think of how to describe what we'll be eating.”]
Standing so close to the other male made it easy to really take in his features, which were perfect. Those golden eyes that captured him every time he so much as glanced in their direction. The smooth, playful lips that beckoned him to move in just a bit closer. How was it possible for another human to be so captivating? Solomon knew that his pale face had to be completely red at this point because there was no part of his body that wasn't currently on fire. Lust. A sin for any person, but an even bigger sin for a priest. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice was yelling at him to snap out of it, alerting him of danger.
[i No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.] The verse started as a whisper but got louder the longer they touched, eventually making the priest uncomfortable. He so wanted to believe the verse from Corinthians, but the thumb running across his bottom lip was definitely more temptation than he could endure.
A relieved sigh escaped him when Ruben finally stepped away. Control over his body returned and he pressed his hands against both cheeks, trying to hide his embarrassment despite the fact that he had been red for quite some time. Seeing Ruben blush as well did bring him some comfort. [#6495ED “Its okay. I could say the same thing. You have this effect on me that I can't explain,”] he stammered, his breathing trying to return to normal. Solomon was surprised at how easily he wanted to give in to temptation. He had done a better job at resisting under the influence of alcohol. Though he was disappointed with himself, feeling Ruben’s fingers through his hair provided a calming effect.
Beaming, he looked up at the affectionate male.[#6495ED “Yes...cooking. I'll start seasoning the chicken for the cacciatore. Can you slice some tomatoes and mozzarella for the salad?”] Solomon talked as he bustled around in the kitchen, preparing a pot to boil water while also setting a skillet on the stove to heat. The priest hummed to the smooth music that still filled the apartment, swaying around the kitchen in a joyous state. Sometimes he stopped to guide Ruben, always happy for an excuse to push his body closer or place a kiss on his tan hands.
No more than half an hour later and a small feast was laid out on the dining table. Two plates of noodles covered with baked chicken, mushrooms, and a semi-spicy sauce sat across from each other. A caprese salad and bread topped with pureed tomatoes took up the space between the plates. Clapping his hands together, clearly satisfied with the spread, Solomon slid into a seat. He resisted the urge to make the sign of the cross and say grace, something he had done before every meal ever since he could remember. Instead, he poured a glass of red wine and took a sip. A sweet smile rested on his face as he twirled noodles around his fork. [#6495ED “I hope everything is to your liking. I love cooking and cooking with you makes this meal even more special.”]
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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 Nothing could break Ruvyn's remarkably good mood right now. The antics of the human far too amusing and adorable to let any bad thoughts enter his mind. And the quip that he smoothly sent back his way from before did nothing to turn him away from Solomon. Following the other back to the apartment, the demon couldn't help but steal a few glances here and there. Thankfully the walk was short or else the other might have eventually caught on to the man's inquisitively lingering eyes.
Entering Solomon's home felt like a right of passage, stepping in and taking in everything around him. His eyes rather swiftly took note of the cross and the bibles, but just as quickly as they found such things, they left to move on to the next, not wanting the other to notice his distaste for religious paraphernalia. The home had a very classic feel to it. An older soul perhaps. Not many people he had seen these days on earth were like that. Most humans Solomon's age seemingly only wanted anything to do with the next popular thing.
Once the vase of water was brought back to him, he carefully unwrapped the flowers and slipped them into the water, hearing it slosh a bit. Finally he could get rid of these bags. They were more annoying than heavy, having to hold them in such an awkward way. Decidedly setting them on the tables surface, he was able to pull his arms out of the stretched plastic handles and let out a relieved huff.
[i Italian? Fuck, I don't know anything about Italy. I'm gunna look like an idiot.] He began to panic a bit but as the music began to play, the voice seemed to soothe him. Perhaps using his ignorance to seem smooth would work in letting him keep at least some of his dignity tonight. But as the human began to sway his hips, no amount of secrecy was applied to Ruvyn's blatant staring. [i [#dd9518 "Hoh, damn.."]] he breathed out in a whisper. That shouldn't be allowed. The demon wanted so badly to take this slow and easy and as innocent as someone like him could manage before breaking, but something like that wasn't helping his case at all.
Shortly the man returned and Ruvyn mouthed the words before letting out a hearty chuckle of amusement. [i [#dd9518 "Shouldn't this one be yours? I mean, from what what you seem to think of me, I guess I fit the bill, but I think it suits you better."]] Shifting his shoulders to let his leather jacket slide off of his arms, the tall male hung it over the back of one of the chairs. Promptly removing his hoodie as well and placing it over the jacket, the apron was then hooked over his neck and tied loosely around his back.
Listening to all the fancy words escape the other's lips brought back that stupid feeling that Ruvyn felt before. Time to work his magic. Slinking a hand around to press against the small of Solomon's back, the other reaching up to cup his cheek, the sly man pulled their bodies together. With a thumb caressing the shorter male's cheek lovingly, a devilishly toothy grin parted Ruvyn's smooth lips, the heat from their bodies only intensifying the spark he could feel between them. [i [#dd9518 "Baby, I don't have any idea what you just said but damn do I love the sound of it.~"]]
As he waited a moment, trying to ascertain the success or failure of his move, the demon found himself a bit lost as he was now face to face with the man he decidedly would spend the remainder of his life with. The hand on his cheek shifted so Ruvyn could run his thumb back and forth across his partner's bottom lip, almost transfixed on the man.
A deep growl seemed to roar to life inside of him.]][East+Sea+Dokdo [i [size25 [center He's ours. He's yours. He's mine. Mine. Take him take him. Quickly he must be ours. Run away, bring him with us. Hide and keep him away. They can't find us. You will live and fight. Fight. Fight and stay alive. Survive. You must survive. Survive and take him! TAKE HIM NOW!!]]][Josefin+Sans [center [size15 The scream in his head broke him out of his trance and shook him to the core, realizing he was still so close to Solomon. Letting go and taking a step back, Ruvyn blushed and cleared his throat, a bit embarrassed. [i [#dd9518 "Sorry, you're just breathtaking that close up. Got a bit lost there,"]] the shaken man spoke, and it wasn't a lie.
He felt completely confused and lost. Was that himself speaking or someone else? Remembering what the voice said scared him. The demon knew that those thoughts, if left to fester could end up making him hurt Solomon, or worse. As if he needed one more thing to worry about right now. At least this was even more incentive for him to keep his hands to himself and play it innocent for Solomon.
Hoping to reassure him further, he reached out again and ran a hand through Sol's hair gingerly. [i [#dd9518 "So.. cooking?"]]]]
The beaut’s words had an instant effect on Solomon. Most of the compliments he received related to his work in the church, how he was such a loyal servant to God. Hearing something about who he was as a person, even if it was just about his appearance or cooking skills, felt refreshing and he couldn’t stop his cheeks from burning up as he racked his brain for a good response. He always longed to be seen as something more than his profession. Yes, it guided how he lived his life (mostly) but it was not the sole thing that defined him. There was one thing that bothered him though, stopping his giddy thoughts in their tracks. Ruben had no clue he was a holy man. A small part of Solomon wanted it to stay that way, but keeping it a secret from the other felt deceitful. [i I wonder how he would react? What would he think of me then?] An uneasy feeling settled in his stomach. Perhaps it would be wise to fail to mention it for a little longer.
Concerned thoughts dwindled as he watched Ruben steal the cart away. The joke about the finger wag was much appreciated, causing laughter to spill from his lips. Finger wagging was something he experienced throughout childhood, the nuns at his school always disapproving of something. In his drunken state he must have meant to mock them. Solomon’s eyes swept over the stuffed cart, landing on the giant tub of ice cream. [#6495ED “It’s really not necessary-”] he stopped mid-sentence, realizing that arguing was futile. Ruben was already loading the groceries onto the conveyor belt. When the total was announced the priest wondered if he could try to slip his debit card to the cashier without the other male noticing, but the golden eyes watched him in a hawkish manner and there was no way to interfere as the tan hand forfeited money to the cashier.
Raising his eyebrows, the blonde watched as all of the bags were loaded onto the long arms of his companion. The sight of the bags covering every inch of arm space while a bouquet of purple flowers waited in one hand was comical. Solomon found himself unable to stop smiling. [#6495ED “Strong and handsome. Looks like you’re on your way to triple threat status as well. I guess it's a good thing I live so close.”]
Taking the lead, Solomon held open the door for the bag man, holding his arm out like some kind of hotel concierge. He was slightly worried that a bag or one of Ruben’s arms would break before reaching his apartment, but the short walked proved uneventful and soon they stood in front of the ivy covered building. Solomon repeated the concierge-like hand motion after unlocking the door to his apartment.
The inside of the apartment was cozy with retro home decoration making it seem like you had stepped into a time capsule. Most of the furniture had come from his late grandmother’s home, the couch dating back to the 50’s being his favorite piece. A large bookshelf and desk made of a deep oak wood also resided in the living room. OId and new family photos hung on the walls, though there were only two pictures present that included his father. Surprisingly, his apartment lacked much religious decor. There was one cross located next to the front door and bibles could be found on the bookshelf, but there were far more travel and cookbooks lining the shelves. A silver box full of rosaries rested on the desk next to a record player.
Solomon removed his outerwear and placed it on a wall hook. [#6495ED “You can set the bags down in the kitchen or wherever. Make yourself at home while I grab some water for those flowers.”] His slender hand plucked an empty glass vase from the ornate dining table and he disappeared into the kitchen, returning when it was filled with water. . [#6495ED “You’re in luck, Ruben. I’m going to make a big Italian feast. But first, I need a little music.”] He sauntered over to the record player and lowered the needle onto the current record that was there. A small crackle sounded before instruments trinkled out, spreading through the air. A silky voice of a singer from the 40’s filled the space around them. The [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XV591gpe91E song] seemed to suit the retro styled apartment perfectly.
Hips swaying, the priest disappeared into the kitchen again and returned this time holding two aprons. One of the aprons said ‘Hot stuff coming through’ in flame letters. He held this one out to Ruben with a cheeky grin. [#6495ED “I’m thinking caprese salad and bruschetta for appetizers and chicken cacciatore as the main course. Will you give me the pleasure of being my sous chef?”] The thought of cooking with someone filled the young man with excitement and he didn’t bother to hide it.
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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 If something didn't stop him quickly and defuse the situation, any manner of violence could happen. The snarling, fierce nature that every demon had within them was clawing and writhing to break free. Slowly it slipped through the cracks without Ruvyn even taking notice, not familiar enough with that side of himself to tell a difference.
A voice of hope and purity cast a bright light on the creeping shadows working their way over the demon and pushed them back in nearly an instant. The man jumped a bit at the warm familiarity that washed over him. And just as quickly as relief hit him, so too did embarrassment. If Solomon came walking up and taking control of the conversation like some kind of flower expert, that meant he must have heard his outburst. [i Way to make a good impression on him, idiot.]
A light dusting of pink coated the taller male's cheeks as he let Solomon handle the rest of the situation, not wanting to make it any harder on him. The hand on the small of his back was rather consolatory with how he now felt. Oddly enough, despite Ruvyn usually liking to be the one to use such gestures, with him currently feeling like a child ashamed of their actions, the hand felt like a much needed reassurance. Telling the demon to leave everything to him. That how he reacted was already forgiven.
Once the flowers were done, he looked them over and nodded in acceptance. They were definitely beautiful, though when compared next to Solomon they were much more lackluster than they'd first appear. Taking the flowers, Ruvyn pulled out the money needed to pay and gave a little extra to the lady as an apology. [i [#dd9518 "Sorry about before. Stressful day,"]] he offered before looking down to let his eyes meet with the shorter male's. The ability to breathe escaped him as he finally got to see his human again, this time in such good lighting. Bars and late night sidewalks barely had enough light to do this remarkable creature justice. In the light, Solomon's colors really shown through and left the man lost for words.
In fact it was only the other's own words that broke him from his trance and made him back trace a bit. [i He had.. faith in me?] Heart sinking a bit as he recalled himself considering leaving all together without coming back at all, the compliment distracted him enough to let loose a grin and quickly move on. Usually he felt cocky and full of ego when the humans would fall head over heals for him but just a single compliment from Solomon and he was beaming like a fool. Perhaps the time spent weighing the options for the remainder of his time living had humbled him to some degree.
Glancing down at the cart full of food, Ruvyn took in a deep breath, pushing the hood back off of his dark tussled hair as he let out a sigh of playful uncertainty. He tapped a finger on the wrapping of the bouquet thoughtfully and cocked his hip a bit. [i [#dd9518 "I dunno, you're getting pretty close to being a triple threat here and I don't know if I can keep up. First you're beautiful then you can cook? Looks like one more strike and I'm out for sure.~"]]
Unable to keep his eyes away from Solomon for too long, the demon peered his way again, the smile that stretched across his lips revealing his teeth. In the better lighting it was clear that his canines were slightly sharper than most people's would be. Regardless, his smile was bright and cheerful, the man obviously just enjoying the company of the other.
Eventually though, he had to give in, [i [#dd9518 "Yeah, y'know that sounds good. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't dying to spend more time with you as well. You sure you're okay having me over without a finger wag though?"]] With that, Ruvyn expertly weaved himself in front of the cart and grabbed the handle with his unoccupied hand, pushing it towards the checkout. [i [#dd9518 "But if you're cooking, I'm buying,"]] he spoke firmly, wanting to help the other out from having worried him. It wasn't like it was his money anyway. Placing the items on the belt, the demon kept an eye on his friend to make sure he didn't try to pull a fast one, paying promptly once he got the total. Loading up all of the bags on his arms, the dark skinned man took the flowers in his hand carefully and turned to Solomon.
[i [#dd9518 "Ready?"]] he asked, not quite aware of how ridiculous he probably looked with an armful of heavy bags. Either way, Ruvyn was determined to take as much work off of his affection's plate as possible, even if it was as simple as carrying the bags. Thankfully this weight was nothing to a demon and he was able to carry them all with ease.
Deciding between chocolate or strawberry ice cream took much longer than it should have. Eventually Solomon forced himself to settle on a five quart container of Neopolitan, a happy medium. It wasn’t like the ice cream would last long in his freezer. He planned to binge on at least half of it tonight while he cried his eyes out over sad movies. Solomon kicked himself for being so crestfallen. So weak. His harsh words to himself didn’t help much. Harsh words had never been good motivation for him. Sighing, the priest left the freezer aisle and made his way back around to the produce section. His cart displayed an assortment of vegetables but what about fruit? A nice fruit salad on a cold, gloomy day might come in handy.
As the blonde compared the softness of peaches, a voice at the nearby flower counter made his ears perk up. [i There’s no way…] It was hard to tell if his ears were deceiving him so he moved his cart towards the counter in the least conspicuous way possible. The man speaking faced the counter, his hoodie pulled up over his hair. Solomon frowned and tried his best to get a peak at the face from his distance without looking too creepy, just in case he was wrong.
However, when the voice got louder there was no doubt in his mind that the male was Ruben. [i "- I don't know jack shit about flowers, just pick something yourself! I have to have something to give him!"] Solomon’s heart slammed against its bony cage when reality hit him. The man yelling at the flower counter was, without a doubt, Ruben. That voice had haunted his dreams the past few nights. There was no way he was mistaken. Ruben was...here. In the flesh. Yelling about flowers. This was not how he imagined meeting his potential lover again, but that didn’t make the situation any less laughable. A chuckle escaped his pink lips as he came up behind the other.
[#6495ED “Irises are quite beautiful. You can’t go wrong with them. Symbol of life, love, and light; found by the brook, and the meadow, or lofty, on arable height."] His voice was sweet and calm as he placed a hand on the small of the taller male’s back. Now face to face with the attendant that looked more than unhappy, Solomon shot her an apologetic smile. [#6495ED “Don’t you agree that irises are quite beautiful this time of year, Maria? Those would make a fine bouquet for this man and I’m sure the recipient of them will appreciate the gesture. Oh, by the way, how has your mother been? I’ve been meaning to visit her in the hospital.”] The flower attendant’s demeanor changed with Solomon’s presence. She was a member of his church, something that only took a few visits at the store for the two of them to realize. They both engaged in friendly conversation as she arranged the bouquet. When it was finished she looked between both males hesitantly, before placing the finished bouquet in front of Ruben.
The scene had passed and the nearby customers returned to their shopping. Bracing himself, Solomon finally looked up at the resplendent male. Feelings from their first meeting rushed back to him all at once. He could hardly breathe, let alone talk, so he flashed the brightest smile he could manage.
After the initial shock had passed, the shorter male leaned in close to the other and spoke, [#6495ED “You had me a little worried, but I had faith in you. And if you don’t mind me saying, you look even more magnificent in my sober state.”] He removed his hand from Ruben’s back and gestured to his full shopping cart.[#6495ED “Are you hungry? I have plenty of food to share and I’ve been craving your presence. I would love to cook for you.”] Solomon's green eyes dared not move away from the man before him, afraid that he would disappear and that this would all be some cruel daydream.
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