Lorenzo Dulcinea Combs

Is that RAFAEL SILVA? No, that's LORENZO DULCINEA COMBS. The 32 year old FAE OMEGA MALE is a FLORIST. If you ask their friends, they're known to be OPTIMISTIC & FLIRTY, but they urge you to be cautious because they're also known to  be SCATTER-BRAINED & DISTRACTED. Their friends also say that they're into LIGHT BDSM & BREEDING, but don't even think about trying GORE, WATERSPORTS & SCAT with them.

Taj lowers his head. He thinks of his training as a guard, of his new training as a cop, of all the new things he's been learning in this new world. He raises his head to the album and grabs it. He passes the pages and observers the photos of his family, and his new life. Photos. He likes them.

Maybe he should learn about photography. As a hobby. His dame would never let him forget his training anyways. He gets up and goes to the kitchen, where he saw Lorenzo go into. "Hey," he greets him. "Do you know anything about photography?" He suddenly asks. He doesn't explain why, he just asks. He wants to learn about it, even if he has to take classes. It fascinates him.

Lorenzo goes to the kitchen, near the back door from where they had previously exited before. He quickly makes his way to the kitchen counter after putting away his umbrella. As he fills his kettle with water, he looks at Taj curiously. Noticing how attached he was to his photo album. He didn't get to ask him about Sam, or the other people in Taj's album for that matter. The fae figured he should probably mind his business, seeing as the werelion was a bit rough for wear when he had first bumped into him. Lorenzo decides it best to simply serve him tea. "What'll it be, Taj?"

"You seem like a jasmine tea kind of guy." Lorenzo brings a small assortment of teas, cut lemons and other tea essentials for the two of them. He places them on the little coffee table between them. He takes a minute to think of someone who would be better suit to help Taj with his interest in photos. "Photography? Hmm…"

"Perhaps Damon might help." The fae finds himself thinking of a certain alpha witch from a certain radio station. Lorenzo wasn't sure if photography had any overlap in the radio profession, but the fae figured whatever Damon certainly knew about photos and cameras was more than the fae did. "He's taught me everything I know about all this human tech, I'm surely he'll do great at teaching you."

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Henrik was luck that his backpack did not fall which had his tablet and he looked at the other for a moment. "I am fine..." he spoke in a soft voice as he looked at the other not realizing that they were holding him by their instinct. "What about you?"

"I'm alright, I think." Lorenzo smiles at the other man, still oblivious to how he was holding onto Henrik's arms. It takes a second for the faerie to realize what he's done, his face brightens and is tinted in a shade of red. Not wanting to man-handle the witch any further, Lorenzo lets go of him. "Sorry about that, I guess we were both in a hurry."

"We almost knocked each other off the sidewalk for a sec, huh?" Lorenzo chuckles lightly, he runs his hand across Henrik's arm. His body seemed to enjoy touching the other's body. It proved difficult to stop, as the fae forced his hands behind his own back. Hopefully this would keep his hands to himself. "They call me Lorenzo. May I ask what your name is?"

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Eventually, curiosity gained the better of him and he grabbed his umbrella following him outside. He sees Lorenzo then awkwardly trying to do this with one hand he sighs and approaches taking the umbrella from his hand. "I'll cover you, do your thing," he indicates with a gentle expression.

Taj looks at the bees then with certain distrust but he finds something calming in them nonetheless. The familiarity of bees in his hometown, of having to harvest the honey this way, of the flowers around them. He takes a moment to look around finding flowers around them and smiling. It is a good place to be.

"That's it, march and get yourselves out of this rain." Lorenzo says softly as he cautiously scoops a few stragglers nearby. The bees struggle a bit, finding it hard to climb onto anything with the presence of water everywhere. Lorenzo was just about to lose hold of the umbrella in his hand until he felt Taj's hand briefly. He gives a small nod in acknowledgment before returning to help the bees with both of his hands, able to bring any stranded bee back to the safety of the beehive.

It only takes a few minutes for Lorenzo to cover the beehive in a plastic tarp. Lorenzo couldn't help glancing at the other while he secures the tarp in place. The fae didn't mind an audience and while he wouldn't want to know without asking before hand, Lorenzo couldn't help but wonder what Taj had been thinking about him as he looked at him.

"That should do it," Lorenzo says, smiling as he finally secures the tarp around the beehive. He reaches his hand towards his umbrella, careful not to get the lion's hand wet. "Thanks for your help."

"Now let's get you that tea. You've surely earned it." He smiles once more at the lion, walking him back into the warmth of his home. Lorenzo had hoped Taj would stay the night, a part from being handsome, Taj was very mysterious yet intriguing to the fae. Being a fae, Lorenzo was far too often subject to the whims of his curiosity, though answering even one of his questions, the fae would be more than sated. But if not, the fae would certainly appreciate giving him some warm tea.

When they arrived at his home he stood by his door weighing if he should enter or just leave. He had brought him home, good deed of the day, so he should go, right? Instead, he heard the man's words and laughed. "I'm not a vampire, I'm a lion," he says stepping in then. He shook his umbrella outside and left it in a corner inside. He placed his album over a table and examined it to make sure it was fine before accommodating the pictures inside. He shouldn't have brought it with him.

"Go tend to your bees and get changed. I...I should probably get going also. It's late and I shouldn't be in a stranger's home either." He says and actually smiles. Taj hesitates though, he's not sure why but he wants to stick around and watch him work with his bees and put them to safety.

"Oh, forgive me. Didn't mean to assume, it's just better to invite you in than leaving you out on a night such as this." Lorenzo chuckles awkwardly at the correction. He notices when Taj sets down the photo album, the faerie couldn't help but tilt his head in curiosity. Upon doing so, however, Lorenzo found himself dropping a bit of water onto the floor, realizing he was very much still wet from the rain. "Um, yes, I should definitely get changed. But please don't go."

"It would be terrible manners of me to let you go without at least something warm in your stomach." Lorenzo begins to say. He walks to his room, casually disrobing himself of his wet clothes as he calls out to the lion. "By that, I do mean tea. I swear I'll just be a minute."

Lorenzo hurries himself awkwardly outside, taking one of his own umbrellas to cover him from the rain. He also carries a small tarp to cover the beehive with. Lorenzo wasn't sure how he'd be able to secure it properly with the use of one hand, but the fae seemed to be confident in the task. He approaches the beehive, already hearing a mix of excited buzzing from inside. "Alright, ladies. Easy does it."

"Early? It's late at night, Lorenzo. Are you aware of the hour?" He asked raising an eyebrow at him. He had left his home with everyone sleeping already or seeming to. Who knows what his dame was doing with that Dante when he was sleeping anyway. "Look around you. It's not dark because of the rain but because of the time. Do you leave your shop open this late often?"

He shook his head at his question then. "No, not really. In my time everything was home made." He tells the other. He was a time traveler, not from this present world and with no way back. Not like he wanted a way back, he just wanted to send his feeling away. The rain just helped make his mood sadder, darker.

Lorenzo guides the werelion along the way to his house. The fae had his suspicions about the man being from the past, which were later confirmed by Taj's statements. Lorenzo hadn't interacted with his neighbors from the past as much as he'd like. Only things he knew about them were from others, much of which the fae took with a grain of salt and even less if it was coming from Virgil.

"Making everything by hand? Now that's something we can talk about for hours." Lorenzo chuckles lightly, leading them to the walkway in front of the fae's front door. He unlocks the door rather quickly, wanting to get out of his soaked clothes. While it was a simple jeans, shirt and apron, Lorenzo would rather be rid of them before any chaffing began. He enters, leaving the door open for Taj.

"You are welcome to enter my home, Taj." Lorenzo states. He wasn't sure what kind of person Taj was. Though the man looked like he had some kind of warm blood in him, it didn't hurt Lorenzo to be courteous nonetheless. You know what they say when one assumes.

"I invite you in."

"She," he corrected. "It's not safe at night, someone could jump you. Allow me to escort you to wherever you were going. Home, I'm guessing." He moves his umbrella to cover the other from the rain and moves the album from his armpit to his hand again trying to keep it off the rain. "I'm Taj, you?" He offered his name then, eyeing the omega. He smelled like flowers, it was a nice scent.

He begins to walk in the direction the man had been going, prompting the other to follow and eventually take the lead. "Don't worry, I'm not going to rob you. I'm a cop, that's all. It's my duty to see you to safety and the least I could do." He didn't trust New Haven's false security. People were evil, everyone had a bit of darkness within them after all, and they could turn to the dark side at any moment. He knew that, he was aware of that.

He looked up at the raining sky. The stars were dimmer here, light pollution he had been told. He missed the starry sky, he didn't miss the Royal City.

"I work at the flower shop in town, actually left early to tend to my bees. They hate the rain. I'm sure they're all the buzz right about now." He smiles warmly at the werelion, shaking Taj's hand. "I live just a few blocks here if you need a place to dry yourself. Maybe you can tell me more about this Sam person over some tea?"

"Don't tell me you've never been curious about trying some homemade honey." Lorenzo chuckles softly, hoping he'd be able to cheer up the stranger.