#devilsxminioned

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅  ────                      Was it too bold of them to be sending such an explicit little photo like that to someone they knew wrote stories about people for a living? Maybe, but it’s not like Roman’s reputation could fall any further than plummeting sales in the company they intended to revive. And getting kicked out of the family for it. So why not have a little fun with something new? That is if their message is even acknowledged — but of course Roman’s ego was far too big to even think that was going to go ignored. 

It takes a bit of time but that little ding is heard and they reach over for their phone as they set down the martini they were nursing. Doll. That’s new. And Roman takes quite a liking to it. And they drop down into fur blankets with a bitten back smirk. 

Sitting on the message for a few minutes as they watch their favorite little number in Chicago that they have playing in the background, all just to make him sweat a little bit.

[ sms: Mr. Molloy ] No. 😢 [ sms: Mr. Molloy ] Can you believe that? [ sms: Mr. Molloy ] Wanna come take care of me? I’ll let you bounce whatever you want off this ass, hm?

Subtly of course lost because Roman never could seem to do anything without being crude. But it’s tame for them. And to be a little cheeky they add: 

[ Txt: My Quiet Obsession ] I was informed by a very kind young woman who I believe may have drank too much that I am texting you far too quickly & committing an forbidden act known as ' double texting '. She said I was supposed to ' leave you on read ' for a bit before answering. I will admit it was very boring & lonely without you buzzing my pocket however, Mon Cher.

[ Txt: My Quiet Obsession ] Shy ? I find it hard to believe you've been shy a day in your life ! Besotted ... is probably about right, however.

A soft touch to his hair, tugging a strand of it behind Armand’s ear, followed by gentle teeth nipping on his earlobe. A pleasant little tremble went through the Vampire’s entire body. This human was Armand’s human. Just his! His eyes closed as he nuzzled against that warm cheek with a little hum. Cold fingers caressed over Daniel’s hand. 

Wait what? Daniel did what?

“You really…? OH! Screw the gallery. We have a date, the gallery will be fine if we’re too late.” He turned and wrapped his arms around Daniel before kissing him on the lips enthusiastically. That was a date, wasn’t it? The Vampire jumped up from Daniel’s lap and headed over into the bathroom at vampiric speed. He threw all his clothes off his body first, then he jumped in the shower to wash his hair properly. With just a towel around his waist, Armand dried his curls and styled them properly in the way Daniel liked them.

Then he made it back to their actual room in nothing but his towel. A frown formed on his face as he stood in front of the closet. Daniel said he was supposed to make himself cute. What was cute? He crossed his arms over his chest. What was cute? His wardrobe was 80% black clothes, and 18% all shades of dark colors, and 2% the rest. Some more time passed until Armand grabbed a few clothes and headed to the bathroom again. He got dressed in black trousers and a dark blue velvet button shirt with a low V-cut.

“My love?” Armand headed back to Daniel as soon as he was fully dressed. “Is that fine? Or is it too flashy? Should I wear a black turtleneck instead?” How should Armand know what people wear for dates these days?

maybe it wasn't entirely a surprise that dorian was getting dressed in quote unquote 'something more comfortable,' but in all honesty? he kind of liked the thought of daniel anticipating what he was going to see. so, after getting dressed in a see-through purple baby-doll piece of lingerie that really didn't leave anything to the imagination, dorian called daniel over in a sing-song tone as he sat behind the slightly see-through canopy around his bed; for he wanted to wait until the perfect moment to actually open the curtains around it, and that would be whenever the other's eyes caught on the canopy. ❝ daniel... you know, i have a feeling that you're going to be quite pleased with the outfit i picked out for you today, darling. it's purple — the color of royalty. ❞

dorian made sure that he was in an alluring position once he opened the canopy to his bed just enough for daniel to see most of what he was missing currently then. the curtain slid open with an almost bounce-like motion, though, as he sat on his knees on the bed with his back arched. one arm rested above his head as he had slithered his other hand below the visible chest-piece of his lingerie to cover a nipple, and his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip to appear even more alluring. it became obvious soon enough afterward that dorian had been toying with himself a bit as he brought his hand off of his nipple, revealing that it was swollen and pink already, and there was something new there — pieces of hardware around not just that one but both his nipples, meaning he had gotten them pierced sometime recently, as that had definitely not been there before.

Armand would have seen a folder on his tablet added by Daniel labeled don't peak. It's purpose was about to be revealed.

"I got you a present. A couple of presents actually. If you press on the don't peak folder-" Daniel instructed and he'd see professional apps for digital art making. "I know brushes are too much-" a make up brush the reason Armand even had to tell him. "But you love your tablet...so I got you a stylus. It's like a pen for your tablet...a lot of artists do digital art nowadays. They made me do art therapy in rehab, coloring geometrical patterns and shit. Anyway, I thought maybe you would like to try doing some art. Just for the fun of it. We can take our tablets and find a nice landscape and try to paint it. You might like it...just as a fun little couple's activity. "I drew you, open it. I know you will never match my talent-" As if Armand could not read his thoughts about it, about doing this so Armand wouldn't worry if he wasn't as good as he used to be at painting.

@devilsxminioned

When Armand emerged from coffin, Daniel was not home. But he left Armand a little note that he would be back. It was more than enough to calm the vampire down enough to get ready for the night. It was one of those moments where Armand cut his hair very short again, mainly because he didn’t feel like having them cover his nape. He filled some blood from a blood bag in a mug, put it in the microwave, and watched it heat up with pure fascination. He loved the microwave. Not as much as his Blenders, but microwaves were still an obsession.

With the mug of blood, Armand sat down with his tablet and watched the location tracker to know where his beloved was and when he was going to get home. Of course, he noticed the folder, but he didn’t peak. Instead of doing that, Armand drank his blood and watched the little car avatar getting closer to their home. As he emptied the cup, Armand put the cup in the dishwasher and washed his mouth. He was done just in time when Daniel came back home.

❝Good evening, Beloved.❞ Armand smiled brightly and kissed Daniel on his lips. ❝A present? What is it, beloved?❞ He sat at the table again, moving to his tablet and pressed on the don’t peak folder. All those weird new apps that seemed to make no sense at all. Confused, he looked at Daniel again when he mentioned brushes. ❝A pen? For my ice pad?❞ Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he opened the little doodle Daniel did. An impish little giggle fell from Armand’s lips. He took the box with the stylus from Daniel, opened it, and let out a soft “woooow.” It felt like a pen. Armand opened one of the apps only to write a little Greek sentence on the screen to check if it works, and it did. Not to mention that there were options on brush size and density and whatnot. And all those colours. ❝Yes!!! We shall go!! Immediately. Oh, that’s such a wonderful pen, Beloved. Let us get the ice pads!!!❞ Armand threw himself at his boyfriend, kissed him all over the face, and then started woooshing through their home to collect everything they needed.

They headed to a park nearby. Armand brought them a little wool blanket to sit on. At first, Daniel had to explain the apps to him a little bit before Armand understood it all. The vampire felt his hand shaking just a tiny bit when he looked at the screen of his tablet as he brought the pen closer. But it was just a pen, right? Not a brush. Just some doodling; it was like writing, and Armand had no problems writing texts. So he decided to keep the brush in a true pen mode. The first attempts were not satisfying, and Armand started over a couple of times. He listened to Daniel talk whenever his Beloved wanted to talk, or he just listened to Daniel’s thoughts. A couple of hours passed until Armand looked up again.

❝You are feeling tired and cold, Beloved. We shall go back.❞ The vampire looked from Daniel back to his drawing. It wasn’t a landscape; that was for sure. ❝What do you think?❞ He asked, almost shy and uncertain, as he handed Daniel the purple iPad to have a look at the floral outline illustration Armand somehow managed to sketch. 

'devoted, yearning, and obsessive' prompts.

compared to some of the other outfits that dorian has worn that week, he thought that the one he wore today was rather understated — what with how he was wearing a white dress, albeit one with very poofy sleeves, and pearls to adorn it. dorian had spent a whole hour in his closet before ultimately selecting that one, however, as some of the more ostentatious things he owned weren't exactly appropriate to wear regarding his current circumstances and the more 'normal' clothes he saw in there weren't fancy enough for his taste. dorian was going to see a man, as it were, and even though he wasn't seeing them for the sake of romance... that usually meant he had a certain image to project in front of them.

but in any case, this man had an idea that he was coming, as he'd asked none other than daniel molloy to meet him at a slightly upscale (but not super fancy) restaurant in new york. and this was because dorian wanted to quote unquote 'discuss something.' with that, dorian understood how this could be interpreted in a different context (especially with him dressing up), but he had made no attempt thus far to let daniel know that this was not a date. still, it seemed that upon arriving at the restaurant with the reporter already present, dorian thought he might've felt something for him. this was because, after settling down at the table and telling daniel he needed his help with something?

somehow, the conversation veered into 'sorry, i'm getting distracted by how you look in that dress, and whenever you contacted me... well, i couldn't help but hope that maybe this was more than a business meeting' territory (or something along those lines). dorian normally would've shut daniel down right then and there then, but he asked him what makes him different from any other man that might want to date him. and then came the devotion. or, at least, that was roughly how it went to his understanding. it was only when daniel went to the whole 'i could watch you exist for the rest of my life' territory that dorian inhaled deeply and gnawed on his bottom lip. that was actually a new and creative one, he had to give daniel that.

❝ oh, daniel — am i allowed to call you that? you are sweet. very sweet, actually. the thing is, when you look past all of the pretty ways a person may adorn themselves and their overall appearance, so you get to know who they actually are? more often than not, it's revealed that things aren't nearly as glamorous as they thought they were in the first place. i have... some secrets, daniel, and i have come to you today to ask you if you could use your talents as a journalist to essentially help save me from a potential scandal. ❞ dorian frowned as he traced the rim of the wine glass in front of him absentmindedly. he looked at the chardonnay within it with his eyebrows furrowed at first, then looked back up at daniel.

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It should’ve been a nice evening, just them and nothing else. Well, just like every evening, but this time Armand decided to take Daniel out again. There was so much about Miami they hadn’t seen, so they left Night Island behind for tonight.

They went to Downtown Miami, where Armand took Daniel to one of the best restaurants at first. Of course, he would make sure that his beloved was well fed before they could explore the city a little more and have a ride on the Skyviews Miami Observation Wheel, which reminded Armand of their London Eye date a few years ago. This night was one of those moments where they could both forget about their quarrels and the hardships their years-long relationship had gone through. It was also one of those moments where Armand allowed himself not to think about how much time they would have left. Nothing seemed to matter, only their happiness, holding hands and joking around.

At least this was what Armand thought, but someone had to ruin it for him. While holding Daniel’s hand to guide him to the beach, they were stopped by a young man who was surely not older than sixteen, maybe seventeen at best. The boy had red, curly hair and was smaller than Armand.

“Hey, is that your boyfriend?” the boy asked impudently, which already appalled Armand more than he wanted to admit. “Yes? What about him?” The red-haired boy smiled at Daniel, then he looked back at Armand. “He is pretty.”

Armand’s eye twitched. What did this mortal little asshole say? Did he just hit on Daniel in front of Armand? Yes, Daniel was pretty. Yes, he was a catch, but that doesn’t mean that someone could randomly voice that out in front of Armand. “What did you—?!” the boy winked at Daniel before he walked past them. Scandalized, Armand gasped for air. Did this mortal just wink at his boyfriend? The Vampire shoved the sleeves of his white, silken shirt up. Rage reflected in his eyes, and Daniel certainly saw that Armand was getting ready to beat the boy up and suck him dry. 

Before Armand could move any further, Daniel stepped in front of him, with a hand on his chest. He said something, but Armand didn’t listen since he was still listening to the boy’s thoughts. 

“Beloved!!! Get out of my way. He disrespected me!!! I'm angry!!!!! I'll kill him!!!!! I don’t care that he only called you pretty. I did not allow him to flirt with you, I—”

Armand wanted to rant further, but the sudden, reassuring, soothing kiss on his lips stopped his rant before the Vampire could escalate even further and really harm someone in the process.

'growing closer' prompts.

it was a normal saturday afternoon thus far, what with dorian doing everything he usually did to get ready in the morning and him taking off to do something arbitrary, but this time... it was with someone he was newly familiar with: daniel. it might be good to note as well that, he honest to god didn't know whether this was supposed to be a date or not at the end of the day, so dorian ended up wearing something he viewed as casual with his hair half up, half down to where the two of them were supposed to meet; a new bakery in town that had just opened up, which he had invited daniel to try with him. the place turned out to be very cutesy inside, it having the aesthetic of looking like a cottage that you'd expect someone bubbly to own and that wasn't too far off, truthfully. the owner, or the lead baker of the joint appropriately called 'piece of the pie' greeted them warmly, and also offered them both a free cookie along with what they already bought to probably boost the likelihood of them returning.

but hey, even if it had an ulterior motive, a free cookie was a free cookie. so dorian gladly took it and sat down in the bakery with daniel at a two chair table, reaching into the box he had gotten full of goodies to grab the tart topped with cheese and blackberries before taking a bite out of it. the designer let out a moan of enjoyment pretty much right afterwards then, the pastry proving to be just the right amount of flaky and 'melt in your mouth' that he wanted. ❝ oof, daniel... it oughta be a crime to sell pastries that are as good as this one for only four dollars each. suffice it to say, i think this place might become a regular stop for me in the mornings before work, ❞ a chuckle left the blonde's mouth then as he used a napkin to delicately wipe at some of the cheese that had stuck to his lips, observing the other as he took the first bite of his pastries as well.

he seemed quite satisfied by them as well, judging by his body language, and that was when dorian began asking him about why he got started in journalism as well as where he went to college (if he did such a thing). he divulged that he himself went to the parson's school of design to get a head start in learning the industry behind fashion design and also whole new techniques as to how to make garments, of course, lots of smiling involved as he did so. dorian was not only reminiscing upon a beloved part of history, as it was, after all but it seemed so easy to talk to daniel about these things. it was then that daniel told him 'you're surprisingly good company' and the designer nearly felt like his heart skipped a beat. it was no secret by now that the idea of this being a date crossed dorian's mind, all things said and done, so one could say that he was attracted to daniel for sure.

and thus, the confirmation that daniel was enjoying his time with dorian nearly made him blush. he had to take a moment to just fiddle with one of his unused napkins then, brushing the material against his fingers while trying to come up with a 'good' response to that. dorian gnawed on his bottom lip before ultimately giving the other his answer to that, ❝ you think so? well, aren't you sweet, daniel. its been a pleasure so far for me to hang out with you too. ❞ a smile melted across his features as he looked up at the other, analyzing every detail of daniel's face in his mind. it was at that time that dorian noted himself thinking he wouldn't mind getting to see that face more often internally. dorian clearly his throat lowly before taking a chance, asking him, ❝ does that mean that, if i were to ask you if you'd like to accompany me somewhere nicer, that you'd say 'yes?' because i have this charity gala coming up, and they said i could bring a plus-one. ❞