closed starter for @fvcksgiven·
A history of romance and torture, of heartbreak and treason. Many years passed since it all went down and yet it was enough to connect Raphael with the Rivers bloodline for decades. Generation after generation, it was something that the demon carried behind his back, and while he wasn’t too past-oriented, he had an appetite for achieving the goal he couldn’t back then. It was his vision that he wanted to see coming to life, and he wouldn’t stop until he got his way. He was very familiar with Isaac’s past generation. After all, he had fallen in love with a male ancestor of Isaac’s. Despite using his force to make his relative a sex slave, he couldn’t gain his heart. However, this would soon change with the youngest in the family in his favor. After days of cautiously keeping an eye on him, he saw Isaac enter a local bar. It was his time to act without hesitation and let himself be known by following him inside.
While he walked towards the bar, his body began to take a different shape. Blonde locks turned raven-like, icy eyes giving up their coldness for piercing hazels. He manifested as everything Isaac could look for in a man looks-wise. The bar didn’t seem to be too crowded, which only made him stand out walking into the place. He made sure to give the male a few glances, his grin so uncharacteristically warm as it was directed at him. Raphael was a master of deception, so he had no problem feigning friendliness in order to force his way into the other’s close circle. After a few flirtatious exchange of stares, he approached the young man. “Are you here alone?” His hands remained in his pockets, taking Isaac’s features in. He was beautiful, especially for a human. He wouldn’t expect any less from a Rivers. “Let me buy you a drink. We can be alone together.”
I don’t think he’s going to make it. The last words to be said in Isaac’s mind before giving up and ordering himself a cold beer to drink the disappointment away. It was arranged for he and one of his close friends to meet for a night out at the bar but it was looking as if his friend had more important engagements elsewhere. Nothing a few drinks and maybe a warm body or two couldn’t make up for. With no other choice, Isaac took a sip of his beer as his eyes scanned the room for his options.
With no time wasted, his eyes met with what he swore was a god gracing the world’s most infamous bar with his presence. How was it that one man posessed every perfect feature from those fierce, dark colored eyes right down to his strong bone structure? It was as if the main character in his book he was attempting to write marched right out of it’s fictional pages and right through the securtiy guards. Enjoying every glance and smile that the other had returned, Isaac could feel the pull of gravitation between the two. In perparation of what was to come, he took a few more sips on his bud light and straightened out his back to correct his posture.
Holy shit, he is a god. “Normally, half assed pick up lines wouldn’t work on me,” his facial expressions hiding his shock at his own self guard, “but lucky for you, I need a new drink.” Isaac held his bottle in front of the other, shaking it from side to side to give proof of his empty glass.