Paint by numbers || Derrick & Logan
fresh, wet grass and faint cherry cedar. a hint of nutmeg and chocolate.
that was the smell permeating from loganâs apartment. harlowe had always said he had a different sort of taste, especially when it came to his personal space. it was also why he hadnât asked derrick to meet him there. not that he didnât want to show off his space, it was difficult to let someone that shined the way he did into it. in a way he didnât feel he deserved it. muggle or magician, there was something different about that man he wasnât sure he was quite worthy of just yet. derrick corriander had been a whirlwind from the very moment theyâd met. of course it hadnât exactly been his sort of scene or his kind of drink or his kind of night but perhaps that was what made meeting him all the more magical.
âno, no beau.â the golden retriever sounded a rather displeased bark, followed by a loud thud as his butt his the wooden floor. logan couldnât help but smile and heâd bent down on his knee to ruffle the dogs fluffy hair behind his ears. the multiple kisses and his body weight pressed into his chest and the brunette couldnât help but laugh. he loved how excited his dog had always become when it came to going outside and being out. âi promise weâll have an extra long walk tomorrow. okay, boy?â the pup huffed and stared at logan a little longer but bumped his head into the manâs shoulder and finally let him go get up.
with his dog curling up on his arm chair, logan pulled his wand out and gathered up their project for the evening and food into a large canvas bag. truth be told, logan was actually quite proud of himself for coming up with this one all on his own. âbe good boy. iâll be back tonight, okay?â the dog gave a long breathy sigh and logan winked at him before apperating from the room.
the pond, literal in itâs name, was probably one of loganâs favorite places. it reminded him more of his home, in the muggle world. adjusting to being back in the magical realm was still taking some time but this place was growing on him. the quiet also helped. it kept his mind from locking down and going rogue as harlowe would say. logan shrugged the bag off his shoulder and went to work setting up the two canvases, paint and utensils. heâd spelled the blanket and the small spread of different fruits and cheeses, and of course wine to pair with it. if nothing else had come from his childhood, at least this still stuck with him and with no thanks to his parents.
finally all set and happy with how everything looked, logan grabbed one of the glass and the wine, taking a moment to step back and really picture this night. it was idiotic, he knew that. picturing how a night could go with a man like derrick. in all truth, he was scared. though he knew the other man would say it was silly, that he had no reason to be nervous or think this wouldnât work, logan couldnât help himself. old habits die hard. he muttered a cork charm his sister had unknowingly stumbled across when they were both much younger and the faint, familiar pop set the cork flying onto the blanket. he pour just a little of the white nectar into the bottom of the glass and swirled it, taking a deep inhale to ensure it was just right for the evening. quit being so nervous he wouldnât have said yes if he didnât like you.
logan took a small sip and took himself a seat on the edge of the blanket, watching for the slytherin to come join him. it was still a bit early but logan couldnât have helped it even if he wanted to. the thought of seeing derrick again was far too mouth watering. hell heâd probably have agreed to another club night had it tickled the otherâs fancy. he couldnât like he was a bit relieved when it came down to him taking charge. and secretly, he wanted to impress derrick with something that wasnât quite so ⌠flashy. something that would remind him of logan. youâre such an idiot sometime but hereâs hoping.
