-eye roll- So he doesn’t have to share you with every joli garçon willing to suck your dick in a dirty restroom? Tu ne parlez que des mensonges.

//o.o I-I totally agree. This needs to happen. Damion would more than likely get turned on in the middle of it and then the whole rest would be incredibly inappropriate. But yes he would try to find a nice boy to gobble up.

-narrows eyes with a smirk-

(G said he’ll bother Damion later this week if that’s okay.)

Damion hated the cold.

Hated how it made his fingers numb and how he would always have to warm them up after going back inside.

But right now, he sat on a bench on a secluded trail by himself watching the silent landscape. He watched the snow fall and the smoke from his cigarette fall and rise towards each other before he turned his gaze back forward.

Tapping the ashes off the end of his cigarette, he paid no mind to the numbness creeping up his fingers. Everything else was numb but not from the cold. He welcomed this new dead feeling with open hands as he continued to sit there stewing in his own thoughts.

Looking down to his left hand, he briefly wondered if he had nicked a vein.  

Sleeve rolled up to his elbow and blood running down the inside of his forearm and forming a good-sized blood slushy on the ground underneath him, Damion lifted his hand to study his blood-soaked palm.

Terrible to think this is how you go... He tilted his head and sighed to himself. Slowly and alone.

Damion rolled his eyes at his own thoughts before making a fist with that hand and shaking it. The blood splattered on the untouched snow beside him.

He didn’t mind the slowly part much but the alone bit.... was getting to him more lately and he wasn’t even sure if he had any say in the matter.