scythe_lucifer | (no subject)

Creation does come from destruction afterall. Not sure where the pointlessness comes in though.

[ Why is it easier to talk deep, heavy or meaningful stuff than it is to just ask someone for a drink? ]

Talking is a thing that can happen, sure.
I mean, it's not like I'm just gonna sit there, drink and look at you.
I'd be more comfortable at yours.
That way I can just excuse myself and leave rather than kick you out.

[ Is he joking? He's kinda joking. ]

I did tell you you could look, remember.

[ Teasing, absolutely teasing. But it's true, too. ]

And mine is a shitty public housing in the Down, just to warn you. I never moved in with my Dominant.

[ And probably never will, at this point. They'll probably just deal with the next couple of months and then go their separate ways.

A good reason to drink, frankly. ]

But if you don't mind, you're welcome. I get it if you rather be more comfortable.

You do. I will then. If you're offering.

[ Teasing? He thinks you're being serious, Rowan...]

Shitty sounds perfect.
I'd have to okay you coming over with Alfred anyway. I've recently moved in with mine so.

[And he doesn't want to have to explanation or even think about why he's asking Rowan out for drinks to himself let alone his dominant.

He's a complicated man, just ignore him.]

I'll come to you.
I'll bring a bottle or two with me.
That would be comfortable.

I don't often take back what I say. I try not to.

[ He might be full of shit sometimes and give people hell, but he also tends to mean it, because they deserve it. ]

OK whatever you like, whatever is good.

I'm in 005-D

Good to know.

[ it actually is good to know too, it says a lot about his character, makes it easier for Will.]

I'll be right over.
For the drinks and company that is.
I should have said I'd be coming over now if it wasn't clear.

005-D got it

[ he's already got the bottles in a carrier by the door... What, its not like he thought about this for a while before texting or anything...]

[ There's not much for Rowan to do while he waits for Will. His own side of the room is pretty Spartan. A year as a scythe's apprentice broke any materialistic streak he might have had in him, and then another year as a vigilante kept it so. It's habit by now not to own anything more than what he needs, as well as to take care of what he has.

His clothes are neatly folded away and the only other material possession to his name -- his leather bound, actual paper journal -- is stashed in his underwear drawer.

So the place is clean when he hears Will come a-knocking. He's quick to the door to let him in. ]

Hey.

[ It didn't take too long for Will to make his way over to Rowan's place. Standing at the door for a good long while, considering knocking or ringing the bell or just turning and walking away? As he thought about it, he found his body acting without confirmation and wrapped his knuckles on the door loudly.

His cheat pounded heavily for a few breaths. Uttering under his breath at himself. ]

What are you doing, Will... what am I even doing...

[ Running nervous fingers through his hair before pacing a little and turning as if he was going to leave, before spinning back around and facing the door... Nope, turning around again, his back to the door now, just shaking his head. ]

[ Rowan doesn't expect much from Will at this juncture, but he also doesn't expect to be facing the man's back when he opens the door.

The young man frowns and tentatively reaches out to touch the other's shoulder. ]

Hey... everything alright?