Damien Thorn (ex_bornofaja490) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-11-07 16:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | damien thorn, prue halliwell |
Who: Damien and Prue
When: June 7th, early morning
Where: Her room on the 1st floor
What: Waking up together and maybe learning a secret
Rating: PG-13 or higher
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Damien Thorn had a wonderful night before on his birthday. He and Prue had spent quite a few hours at the club, partying, drinking, and dancing part of the night away. The band was also great, he had thought. He had also mingled with a few of the patrons (possibly a few were people he knew), just basically.. enjoying the night out. In the back of his mind, he knew that the Apocalypse was still going on. He'd never forget. He had been part of the group to hunt one of the Horsemen, after all. But it was nice to have a break. He had never felt this free before living here. He would fight, oh yes. He would resort to unleashing more of his destructive power if such was needed.. but it wasn't at the moment. So he could pretend at least to have a normal time, even though he wasn't normal at all. After going back to the apartments, Damien had went with Prue to her room in the apartment complex and had spent the night. It may be fair to say that he was quite tired after a long while. It was most definitely his favorite birthday thus far. No nannies to suddenly jump out a window after yelling that it's all for him. So.. that was good, at least.
He was still sleeping soundly, curled up beside her in naught but silk boxers and sharing the blanket with his back facing her as he laid on his side. Damien was quite comfortable in his current position. He had the covers plus his girlfriend next to him. The bed was also very comfortable and were he awake, he'd want to lay there for the rest of the day. But he was in a slumber for the most part right now. He could feel the warm rays of the rising sun through the window, slowly rising at the dawn of yet another new day, but still he slept. It had not even occurred to him that one could discover his birthmark. A tiny cluster of three sixes under his scalp. Nicely hidden, that. No one really noticed before. One, only those with permission ever touched his hair. Secondly, all his past relationships were merely flings, he had never been attached enough to warrant sleeping over and he always left right after the deed had been complete. This was very different. He had come to care for her a great deal. He felt closer to her than he had ever been with anyone. Perhaps a bit risky on his part, but there it was. On the other side of it, however, his guard was not up and really had not considered the idea that he could be found out. It just had not even entered his mind. He hadn't even thought much of it lately since that was in the past. He could tell her about his foster family, the tragedies, even about his powers.. but that? He was still cautious inwardly. He was still oblivious about it even now as he slept, lost in the comfort of her bed and arms around him..