#deimos.

once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. the big lights, the crystal chandeliers, champagne flutes; taffeta gowns and pressed ties. how eyes look from over wine glasses, how breaths are held and tensions are ever-so high as the night progresses.

how horribly boring. 

usually he gets paid for these things, makes his nights a little more worthwhile. a quick scan of the room has red lips lifting ever-so-slightly, focusing on a tall figure not too far from him. 

at the very least, he deserves to go home with wallets just a smidge thicker, no? he makes his way over to the man, traces soft fingers along the line of shoulders before facing him, smile still ever-sweet, rosebuds blooming. 

“my angel,” he tilts his head slightly, coquettish. “have you perhaps followed up on that client i asked about some time ago? it breaks my heart to know that some think that they can fuck me for free, like some sort of common whore. to think i got down on my knees for them, truly.” 

he stops when he looks at the other closer - collar slightly skewed, hair still windswept - eyes move up to the red smudge just behind ears, boy reaching to wipe the blood away from skin. 

“What does that even mean?” he had been talking to Selene moments prior before the two of them had been separated upon her command of him making some friends, the usual command she issued in hopes that him opening up his black smoke filled void of a chest (or his heart, kind of) would make him human, but said feat was almost impossible with his personality. He had developed this one on his own, though, so he supposes he made his own bed to lie in, though the words she had said that day were bothering him. What dd she man by finding the Jekyll to his Hyde? “...Hyde and seek?”