|anteros_ (anteros_) wrote in greek_swim,|
@ 2008-12-09 01:34:00
|Entry tags:||anteros, eros|
Eros/Damien and Anteros/Linus: Delivering mail never looked so good
Who: Eros/Damien and Anteros/Linus
Where: Gazi Streets
When: Afternoon of the 4th of December
What: A meeting for the ages. Linus can't help but film the daily routine of this irresistible, snarky post man.
He stretched his arms above his head and yawned wide. He really would have picked a better cast for this project, but he wasn't going to say anything. Linus was not looking to get fired. He actually liked most of the guys work, but this current project was complete garbage. However, he was not about to pass up a free trip to Greece. He wished today that he could just go home sick, but his hotel was so far away. He didn't even know how to get back there from Gazi, where the hell was Gazi in the first place, besides the place he was right now? He stepped away from the 'action' with his camera in hand. There was no harm in taking a look around Gazi for ten minutes.
Once he was out on the street he started to observe the people and buildings on the street through the window of his camera. As expected the people here were fascinating to film, but Linus supposed that was because they were different from him. Currently his camera was focused on a mother and son walking past several shops, the son had to stop at every window to look. But.. out of nowhere, someone stepped into his shot. Linus placed his camera at his side to get a better look at the figure through his own eyes.
Almost immediately his camera was back in place, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to film this beauty. He didn't even know people like these existed. He started following the man from across the street, not caring that it might look weird that he was being filmed. This kind of person would be perfect for a documentary on Greece.
"Linda Azadmenash." Damien read off the name on the single white envelope, already accustomed to walking around each day along the streets of Greece. Today Jeri was sick, so he was unable to make his usual route in Gazi so Damien volunteered as he did happen to live here. "Asha Milani." These people were his neighbors and yet he didn't even know their names.
Now he was near the business shops, passing the chic intimate cafe. He glanced at himself in the store window, the reflection of himself showing the inevitable truth: he was damn sexy. The midday's sun flourished upon his skin, creating a golden aura that also traveled throughout the blonde strands of his hair peeking out from the navy hat. With a small quirking smirk, he adjusted the strap of the mail bag on his shoulder.
Next on his list was Alex Sordina.
Being across the street was no longer an option. He needed to be closer, he hadn't even been able to get a proper look at the mans face. Reluctantly he lowered his camera to look both ways across the street, before crossing quickly. Before he catch the man looking in the shop window, he was off. At least now though Linus noticed he was in uniform.
He followed, not closely. He wished he had stayed on the other side of the street, the mans backside, was not all that he wanted to see. It was obvious this man, he was a real working man in Greece, a letter carrier. With those looks he could get a job anywhere, but -a letter carrier-. Linus's camera was in action once more as stories played out in his head. "The most beautiful man in the word, not only is he a real working man, but humble and generous to others" That's how he saw it.
Ahead he saw an older couple walking towards him, the old man aiding his long-time partner as he had to use a cane. As the two old men passed Damien, his gaze focused on them, his neck craning a bit to watch them continue walking. A soft smile curved upon his lips though, momentarily enjoying the beauty of love between those two men whether it was just friendship or something more...
Briefly his glance flickered to another figure a short distance behind him. Curiosity piqued when he spotted the camera, but he quickly turned forward again as he smoothly avoided running into a trash bin.
That same couple was now blocking Linus's view, he sped up a bit brushing past them, bumping one rather hard. With his camera still on record he turned around and apologized to the man, brushing of his shoulder too. The couple started laughing and saying something in Greek. At least it sounded like they had forgiven him. The one he had bumped reached out to clap him on the shoulder hard. "Oh hey thanks.." He said sarcastically, rubbing his shoulder.
They started to laugh again. "That's funny..." He said again with the same kind of sarcasm. Not wanting to be laughed at again he apologized once more and turned around. His eyes went wide. "Where did he go.." He said quietly to himself. He now hated those men for making him lose site of his target. He hurried down the sidewalk until he was at a 4-way stop. Which way to go though? He turned his head trying to catch a glimpse of the man, he couldn't have gone far... but he was nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly Damien stepped out from the narrow doorway, and with swift hands he snatched the camera away from behind. "Enjoy filming strangers without their permission do you?" He held the device and weighed it in his grip as he examined it briefly. Finally his eyes trailed up to the other with the sunlight causing the color of them to appear blue with glimmers of green. This other guy wasn't half bad at all. In fact, Damien found his eyes taking another slow journey of this guy's figure and finally once again onto his boyish, yet still striking looks.
He attempted and failed to grab his camera, as it was cleanly ripped from his hands. He whipped around even more stunned now. Not only was he even more beautiful up close, but he had one of those sexy accents that girls aways seem to like. He scratched the back of his head a bit awkwardly. "I wasn't filming you, but if you'd like to be in a picture I'd be happy for us to work something out. Me being a filmmaker and you being a mail man." He knew he had been caught, but he wanted to at least try to walk away from this without any consequences.
Damien cocked an eyebrow, seeing right through the other's negotiating attempts to lighten the situation. To him, he had no intentions of filing legal claims nor causing a useless conflict. In fact he was amused by this.
"Filmmaker?" At this, he raised the camera to his own eye, peering through the lens at the other. It was definitely a different type of skewed view. Over the rim of the camera, he lifted his eyes and gazed at the other normally. "If you weren't filming me, what were you doing? Just watching through the lens?" One corner of his mouth raised as his eyes held a certain spark.
"Did you know that Giza here is one of most filmed places in the world. I was curious to see why." He didn't need to keep making this stuff up. He was pretty sure the other was fully aware he was just being stalked. He wanted to take his camera back, but he kept his hands to his sides. "So I was thinking about a film on the life of British people in Greece, working in Greece. That's you!"
Damien began to chuckle now as the other continued with the stories. There was definitely an attractiveness about the other beyond his looks, and that triggered him to not just toss the camera back and go on his merry mailman way.
As the other rambled on, he closed the distance between them with just a few steps. Now he held the camera in his lowered hands and kept his gaze on this filmmaker. "If you want to film me, you can ask. But delivering the mail is a little boring to capture on film isn't it?" Damien didn't find his job boring, but most people remarked that when he told them his occupation.
He swallowed the large lump in his throat when the other had stepped closer. Linus was able to snatch his camera back when the mans hands were lowered to his sides. "Delivering mail is only as boring as the person delivering it." He grinned at the man and took a step backwards. "Now if you just carry on with your work, I can do the same." He opened the window to his camera and pointed it at the man. "Just act natural, this is a normal day for you out here, don't look at the camera, the camera will look at you."
How bold.. he didn't even hesitate to start. He shook his head and began to walk up the small hill towards the new set of houses. His hands nonchalantly reached out and swept across the parking meters as he went. This was odd, if he could pinpoint a word to this scenario. Odd but nonetheless interesting.
At the next house for Alex, he sifted through his bag hanging loosely from him. Three letters. After he closed the wooden box with the mail safely delivered, he went on to the next house. He gave this person their mail, one of the envelopes a little lumpy as if there were a small gift inside. But he was becoming more aware of the camera focused on him and the other behind the camera, and not caring in the slightest, he began to walk backwards along the sidewalk.
"So what do you usually film?" he asked this guy who he still had no name of. The way he walked backwards though was casual and still graceful in the sense that he didn't stumble over cracks. His gaze centered on the lens of the camera as if staring at the other directly in the 'eye'.
He still couldn’t believe someone so perfect would spend their time as a postman, but he was sure the other had his reasons. Of course he thought of the most extreme situation; this guy was undercover as an agent for the British Government, just like 007, or he had recently murdered his whole family and has now taken on a completely new identity to escape the law.
He shook his head. “You’re not supposed to talk to the camera.” Despite that he couldn’t help but laugh. He had thought of some crazy stories, that and this postman was deliberately disobeying the ‘act natural’ part of the filming.
“When I’m not stalking good looking British guys, I usually am making high end classy adult videos,” He looked outside of the window of his camera and gave the man a cheesy wink. He thought this could go one of three ways. The guy would think he was kinda funny and go along with the joke. He might get creeped out and tell him to leave, or he would take that comment as a not so sly way of trying to pick him up.
Of course Damien took this the third way. Why else would the other so ardently follow him in the first place if he didn't want more? But Damien enjoyed the play of words between them nonetheless.
At the moment, he slipped in more mail to the next box, still walking backwards. After he closed the mailbox, he took a couple more steps before halting in his tracks. "So for the really down and dirty, you leave for behind the scenes? Off camera action?"
The smile upon his lips lessened, but the spark of interest in his eyes remained. He lifted the hat off his head, raking a hand casually through his hair, the sun radiating even more off of him because of this movement.
He laughed in a scoffing sort of way. "I don't think I know what you mean, of camera action? Is there such a thing." He peered through the window of his camera once more to make sure that he was able to perfectly capture this very trivial moment. But that hair, so blonde, and it did not look dyed at all. If pretty boy were in the dictionary, it would be beside a picture of him. He barely realized that the man had stopped moving, and by the time he did he was he stopped recording lowering his camera to his side. "Are you finished already?"
With an insidious smirk, Damien held up a single thin letter. "Last one." It was indeed the last item in his bag, and he gently waved the paper emphasizing the importance. "So Mr. Film-maker, when the beautiful mailman delivers his last envelope, what's going to happen?" His eyes were set upon the other with an unwavering gaze.
That was a good question. .... .... His eyes widened and he looked down at his watch, he had no idea how long he had been gone for.. it couldn't have been took long, 15 minutes tops? They weren't even supposed to be on break. Linus could imagine his director was about to pass out from lack of Rockstar. That was Linus's job. "Well I'm gonna publish the video on youtube, see how many hits it gets, and then if it's a success you'll be a internet star. There can be t-shirts, key chains, stickers, and even a really bad kinda pop-punk slash emo band will name themselves after you."
A chuckle rose from him, and he turned around to walk once again, the demeanor about him more casual than work-oriented. It was as if he wanted to linger on with the last letter instead of deliver it immediately.
"As great as that may sound to some people, I'm not so interested in that." At the house, he stepped before the mailbox attached to a floral decorated wooden post. He opened the box, peering inside its empty depths and after a few second passed he slid it inside.
"All done." He announced slamming it shut once again. Now he directed his attention back onto the other, and closed the space between them. He came closer than necessary and asked the question of the day. "What's your name?"
Aw man this was over too soon. He really wanted to hang out with the guy spend some time with him. He was beautiful, and sassy it was a perfect combination. He leaned his head back with his camera still pointed when the other approached. "You're kinda fogging up the lens." He said in weak, like he didn't care at all kinda voice. "Why don't you tell me your name first." Actually he just didn't want to be on the losing end of one of those situations where you tell a really attractive person your name and then they just walk away leaving you without their name, just to be a tease.
Damien laughed, his smile remaining upon his lips as he threw out a question right back. "Why don't you lower the camera first?" It was nice to be deemed gorgeous enough to be the star of a false mini-documentary, but he was tired of speaking to a piece of equipment.
With an over dramatic sigh he turned off his camera and lowered it to his side. He actually didn't mind not filming the dude, he had enough. Besides it's not like he would spend his time watching this bit of tape over and over. He gave the other a side ways grin. "I suppose that is fair, I know the camera can make some people feel uncomfortable, with the ten pounds it adds, not to mention what it does to your skin,"
"From the active way you were following me though, I'm sure those details didn't have much of an affect." Damien reached up, his fingers playing with the other's collar to straighten it. His hands very briefly smoothed down the other man's fabric covering his chest. As he retracted his hands, his name fluidly rolled off his tongue. "Damien."
He laughed a bit and nodded his head a bit nervously as an attempt to make himself not look nervous that his collar was being fixed. "Damien haha that's like that movie.." The grip he had on his camera tightened. "Like 'The Omen,' " He stepped back a little bit and then itched his ankle to make it look not weird. "That’s a good movie, the old one yeah, the new one is okay… you gotta love Julia Stiles." Which was a lie... he didn't love her. She was meh.
"You tend to ramble when you're nervous." This trait was easily identifiable in the short time of knowing this person. It was cute, really. In fact what he enjoyed the most about this guy was the awkward, yet playfulness of him. Most people Damien met who had an interest in him were either straightforward or just plain upfront and raunchy. Either way, not like this film-maker. "And your name is..."
He made a face and rolled his eyes. "Nervous, I'm a grown man, I'm not nervous. That's just normal." He nodded reassuringly to the other and smiled awkwardly. "But my name… that’s what you asked for." There was a pause.. but what he hadn't forgotten his name. "It's Linus, like the Peanuts character...do you have peanuts in Great Britain? Or is it England? The United Kingdom?"
"Or all of the above?" he lifted an eyebrow momentarily. "I prefer the UK though. The idea of a kingdom and all." Despite the curiosity and desire to chat, he had to report back to the postal office. "Well, Linus, I'm sure if the gods, or god, or whomever are in our favor, we'll meet again."
Damien backed up several steps, tipping his hat with a nod to the other while a smirk played across his mouth. Soon he turned on his heel and sauntered away, his bag slung at his side swaying with his movement. Once he was some meters off, he glanced over his shoulder to flash a curt wave.
He had a small frown on his face as he watched the other leave. He was sure they would never see each other again, this was not the guys regular route. But he did live here, but Linus wasn't going to search the whole place for this guy, he could look him up the local post office if he was that desperate. He waved weakly at the other when he had glanced over his shoulder. He looked at his watch again. "Shit!" And started running back to the filming site.