Sorry I haven’t been around guys. Lots of stuff going on and I just haven’t felt like writing. Hopefully this particular writing funk won’t last too long but yeah I have no idea. I’m sorry to anyone I have threads going with and I’ll try to pick them up again when I’m back.
damien: firstly, I found that it is apparently impossible to call the fire department directly
damien: secondly, uncharacteristically listening to girls whine about their boy troubles in song is apparently not a matter for the police or the fire department
damien: I've learned a valuable lesson today
damien: hold on though I'm gonna call the nearest hospital and see what they think
Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): Nothing physical that affects his day-to-day life, but mentally he has quite a few obsessive tendencies that definitely get in the way of daily living, and to a lesser extent, the compulsions that go along with them. He is also hemophobic with the exception of his own blood and the addition of bruises or any kind of violent physical marring (may include scars and fresh tattoos depending on the person). Reactions to others' injuries can range from slight nausea to vomiting and fainting. On the more amusing side, he also has a pretty decent case of ichthyophobia (the fear of fish).
Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks): Damien has been very fortunately blessed with a naturally fantastic complexion, and has managed to sustain it by washing with nothing but a bar of antibacterial soap every morning since he was old enough to care. Grudgingly he’d have to admit his good skin likely comes from his mother, who he knows never had a blemish of any kind that wasn't put there by his father. Though naturally fairly pale, he's prone to tanning rather than burning, and gets a light smattering of freckles on his shoulders and slightly thicker (though less noticeable under the hair) patches on his forearms from prolonged exposure to sun.
Distinguishing facial features: The shape of his nose may draw a bit of attention but it's predominantly his eyes that are the most immediately striking.
Hair color: Dirty-blond. It lightens a fair amount if he spends a lot of time in the sun.
Usual hair style: Ranging from stylishly messy to just messy. Depending on amount of time and/or current length of hair, might be lightly gelled and combed back or just left to do whatever, which is usually stick up in multiple directions as he tends to drag a hand through it on a regular basis.
Eye color: Light, bright blue.
Glasses? Contacts?: Is technically farsighted, but really only wears his glasses while he’s writing/reading for long periods of time, and only if he’s alone. (Alone of course meaning Nikolay is an exception.)
Style of dress/typical outfit(s): He tends to dress casually in jeans and a flannel or t-shirt on normal days. He has a great love of fashion though, and enjoys throwing in something slightly more out there whenever he gets a chance, usually in the form of an over-the-top jacket or jeans that are just a little over stylized.
Typical style of shoes: These boots, minus zippers and plus years of wear. Has a few other pairs of shoes that he wears much less often, including two pairs of Converse hi-tops, one plain black and one green, multiple pairs of dress shoes ranging from flashy to relatively normal, and a couple pairs of sandals that don’t get much use in Scotland. Damien likes to have shoes for all occasions, though he rarely opts to wear anything other than his boots now that he isn’t at a club or a party every night.
Health (is this person usually sick? or very resilient?): He’s fairly resilient. Gets a cold maybe once or twice a year, which he usually pretends he doesn’t have.
Grooming (does she/he wear makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck her eyebrows?): From his days of frequent bed-hopping, he’s a fairly habitual multiple shower taker. Always takes a full shower at night that includes hair washing, but depending on the day he might take up to two (or three on rarer occasions) additional body only showers. He has always been rather clean when it comes to his appearance, partly because it's what makes him comfortable, but mostly because he's used to never knowing when someone will see him naked and he opts to be prepared for that at all times.
Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: Wears a braided leather anklet on his left ankle and a silver dog tag necklace with a picture of a dove and an inset diamond, inscription in Nikolay’s handwriting on the back which reads “To: D.F Love: N.W.” Both of these were given to him by Nikolay. (Anklet from a fair when he was thirteen, necklace on his nineteenth birthday.) He has one tattoo on the inside of his right forearm, it is this. It faces outwards so that Nikolay can fill in the lines, and he got it when he was eighteen and him and Nikolay first began to “date.” Both of his ears are pierced, with an extra cartilage piercing on the right side. He usually wears a captive ring in the cartilage and small studs or circular barbells in the others.
Accent?: Speaks with an American accent by default (southern California specific), but is capable of switching into an English accent, and it tends to slip in every now and again on accident. Is also fairly good at mocking Nikolay’s specific accent, as it’s different from that of his father’s, which is his ‘normal’ British accent.
Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet when restless): The most prevalent of Damien’s mannerisms are those that have to do with his hair. He touches it constantly for all kinds of reasons, and this habit only increases when he’s feeling any kind of strong emotion. He can often be found tapping a rhythm on any nearby surface whenever he isn’t doing anything specific with his hands, and also has the tendency to touch his necklace when he’s thinking about Nikolay. Other habits are rubbing his chin when he’s thinking, touching the back of his neck when he’s uncomfortable, playing with his earrings when he’s concentrating, etc. He has trouble not constantly doing something with his hands, and it’s rare for him to keep them still at any time.
Athletic?: He couldn't really be described as an athlete, as he doesn't really go out of his way to participate in sports on a regular basis, but he keeps himself in relatively good shape. It's more likely to find him doing push-ups or crunches in his room when he's bored than participating in some kind of team sport, but he isn't opposed to a game of rugby now and again.
He wasn’t sure what to do. So many young souls giving up on their life. Before, it had usually been older folks, wishing to end it already, but he didn’t know what was happening.
"Suicide is popular now, I suppose."
He mutters into the wind, a pale hand running through the dark locks.
"Yeah it's all the fucking rage. Newest motherfucking craze sweeping the nation." His arms crossed tightly across his chest and he sighed, instantly annoyed with himself. "Fuck, sorry. Just kind of a sensitive topic man. Not your fault obviously."
Looking at the other man apologetically, he offered a hand and tried to roll some of the tension out of his shoulders. "Hey, I'm Damien and not usually this much of an asshole."
"You can smell sin? A rather useful talent." He smiled, the slightest hint of teasing creasing the corners of his eyes. "I'm Damien. And you, handsome?"
The brunette made her way out of the bathroom, an aggravated sigh escaping her lips before stopping in her tracks at the sight of an unfamiliar face. “Uh — Hi?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows. “Who are you?”
{ ♘ } ;; "Uh hi yourself." Damien grinned, surprised by the somewhat frigid welcome. He shrugged off the wall he'd been leaning against outside of the bathroom, offering the girl his hand. "Sorry, I kind of let myself in. I'm Damien." He looked at her curiously, not having missed the expression she'd been wearing before she'd looked up at him. "Something particularly frustrating about showering in this household?"
Chinese Zodiac: Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Sheep, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Pig
Celtic Zodiac [x]: Birch (the Achiever), Rowan (the Thinker), Ash (the Enchanter), Alder (the Trailblazer), Willow (the Observer), Hawthorne (The Illusionist), Oak (the Stabilizer), Holly (the Ruler), Hazel (the Knower), Vine (the Equalizer), Ivy (the Survivor), Reed (the Inquisitor), Elder (the Seeker)
Jeremiah remained quiet as Damien’s much warmer touch ran along his frozen skin, Making a slight distressed noise when the warmth was stolen away, but any attempts at a protest died on his lips when Damien’s hand was wrapping around his, moving it.
He didn’t dare break his eye contact with Damien, even as his fingers were pressed to the man’s lips. Lips parting slightly and he wanted to look so badly, wanted to watch the contact that seemed far too intimate for Damien to be involved in. And yet, he was afraid if he even blinked, it would break the spell and Damien would shove him back into the chilled water that was still an all too real threat beside them.
He swallowed around the lump in his throat, his numb fingers could hardly feel the tongue running along it, but he was aware of heat, heat that was too close to his skin to be anything other than the man’s tongue.
{ ♞ } ;; The finger in his mouth was becoming less chilled, and he could almost feel it on his tongue, the electricity of nerves waking and sensation returning. God he wanted this, and it terrified him. It'd been such a rapid descent, vicious in its suddenness, and the rush of it left him feeling dazed. His lips parted again, his fingertips lifting Jeremiah's middle finger to join the other. The shock of the ice was less now, numbness transferring with the chill of nails scraping lightly across the roof of his mouth.
His tongue swept smoothly between the two fingers, its tip brushing briefly over sensitive webbing. The focused intensity of Jeremiah's gaze was entrancing; shock, confusion, and tantalizing spark of fear. The loss of control was ceasing to matter as Damien relaxed his own stare, blinking slowly and watching lazily through his eyelashes as his tongue continued its path along rigid knuckles and smooth fingers. Something had shifted. He hadn't chosen it and he didn't at all understand it, but now he would make it his decision. Half-lidded blue eyes, dark and liquid, stayed trained on Jeremiah's face, but they lacked their previous challenge. His silence was a command in itself. I want you to see this, to feel this, to know what I'm doing to you.
alex: i dont ruin ur self esteem im just the one honest person u have in ur life
alex: what do u mean sleep 4+ hours
damien: yes you are the one shining ray of truth amongst the lies
damien: you ask this because as per usual you've chosen to disregard that 2:32 am is not when most people strike up a conversation with me about my love life