Hermes Euskopos (euskopos) wrote in 4bidden, @ 2014-08-30 15:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | #week: 4, &day: friday, *character: carrick, *character: hermes euskopos (dropped), @location: jannati city (general), ~thread: complete |
WHO: Hermes and Carrick
WHEN: Week 4; Friday-Evening
WHERE: Jannati City; a fancy restaurant, Hermes' suite
WHAT: The most awkward first date ever
RATING: TBA
STATUS: In progress
Of all the things Hermes had expected, an invitation to dinner wasn't one of them. For one thing, Carrick had given up on eating eons ago and another well, being seen in public with a slave like that wasn't something he ever thought his Master willing to do. He was at least pleased that Carrick was making an effort. The more he thought on it, the more it made sense. Carrick wasn't the type to admit he cared about a slave at all, but if he did, what happened to Hermes would definitely be enough to push him into not only actually realizing it, but saying so.
Hermes' acceptance of the invitation the night before came along with a request for one of the other slaves to bring him the suit he knew Carrick preferred him in. He didn't have time to get it properly tailored. The belt he wore would have to do for now, and maybe he'd be able to get Carrick to focus above the shoulders enough to not fixate on the rest. If he was really lucky, which he doubted, then the vampire wouldn't touch him at all to make everything even more obvious.
This wasn't going to be easy on either of them. He hadn't been this nervous for an assignation since his first one. No. No, this wasn't an assignation. This was a date with a man he loved no matter how much common sense told him it was an absolutely horrible idea. The poets were right about all that. Love wasn't' a thing that ever gave anyone a choice, and if his heart was eternally pinned on Carrick, he might as well go back to accepting it no matter how pointless it was.
Even with his head completely messed up, Hermes was every bit as calculating as he'd ever been. He knew how to make an entrance, and exactly how long to make someone wait. He wasn't late. He was perfectly on time to make Carrick champ at the bit with longing to see him. It might actually be the kick in the ass Carrick needed to finally realize which of them actually had control over things.
Even the dark colour of his suit couldn't hide the way the rest of him was beginning to look closer to normal. The light was coming back into his eyes, just a hint of the spark that normally danced there, and his cheeks were definitely more pink. He'd been able to eat again, and even though the sleep he was getting came pharmaceutically, it was better than nothing. Surely every supernatural in the room could hear the flutter in his pulse as the host showed him to the table.