Damien Thorn (_bornofajackal) wrote in starling_city, @ 2013-12-07 07:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam conant (hereditarywitch), damien thorn (_bornofajackal) |
Who: Damien Thorn and Adam Conant hereditarywitch
When: Evening
Where: Adam's room
What: Lust Plot, meeting up
Rating: High, likely
Status: Closed, in progress
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Damien hadn't been so busy for the moment. A few hours ago, yes. A quick lunch, having a workout in the gym, and then some archery practice at the arrow range. Which he was of course good at but he liked the practice. And now he was back in his room. Mostly just relaxing in the chair while sorting through newspaper articles to read. But then he had gotten a text from Adam Conant, the one he spoke to days earlier on the network. The witch. Now that was one he may have had in common. No, the other man wasn't the Antichrist or the son of the first fallen angel. But magical power. Which Damien also had himself.. in a way. But power he did have, as did Adam. And not bad to look at either. Ohhh, he wouldn't mind a night with him alone and in a bed, not at all. Oh, wonderful pleasures Damien could introduce him to! But he unfortunately wasn't yet certain of his orientation as far as that went. Best to test the waters first and know him a bit before even slightly venturing into that territory. Wouldn't want to risk scaring him off or making him uncomfortable, after all.
The text message had stated that he wasn't busy, and if Damien wasn't either, he could come see him in his room. He didn't take long in sending back a reply, saying that he wasn't busy in the least and he'd of course meet with him very soon. And then he got the room number. Damien smiled at this. He wasn't sure why, but meeting with him now made him feel just a bit happy. And ecstatic, and urgent too. Of all the things to do today, meeting with the Chance Harbor witch seemed to be a grand way to spend his evening. Maybe Adam wanted them both to share and show off their magic abilities too each other, as they talked of before. Whatever the reason, he'd waste no time. He quickly dressed up in clean clothes, blue slacks, white button shirt and navy blue jacket. Might as well look nice, yes? He thought so. And now Damien left his room, going out into the hall and using stairs as needed as he made his way to Adam's room now. It had not taken long. Once there, he knocked twice on the door and spoke, slight British accent as he did, "Hello, Adam? It's Damien and I'm here now."