#dio vidalis

[oriongriffin]

for: @diodorosxvidalis​

“All that’s missing is a circle scarf and one of those beanies with a pom pom on the top,” Orion said with satisfaction, practically pulling Diodoros out of the car as he came around to the passenger’s side seat. He’d dressed for the occasion, pulling out his very best flannel and dusting off his boots for the first time in the season— and he had insisted that the witch do as well. The rift, as insufferable as his company had been in the whole hour that he had talked only about himself had managed to cure whatever ailment his boyfriend was afflicted by and as a result, his fiery nature had returned in full swing. This outing however, was a desperate attempt at getting him to forget things at home, especially with the insistence that it was very unwise for him to return there, lest he grow sick again. “You look very handsome,” he noted, pressing a kiss to Dio’s cheek as he gestured towards the apple trees. “Come on, if we fill a basket I’ll make you a pie later.”

[kaseywsinclair]

for: @diodorosxvidalis​ location: somewhere in corinth

The platforms were new, and they teetered her to heights unlike most of her shoes— Kasey had been so excited for the rainbow layers of the soles that she hadn’t of bothered practicing in them, fastening the laces and bolting into the streets of Corinth without a second thought. It was now, after catching her toe on the raised edge of a sidewalk stone that she realized that was a foolish mistake to make. Her tumble had been graceless, all limbs and neon hued clothing and now she was sprawled on the asphalt, bearing scrapes on her palms and knee. The blonde clutched at her ankle, the most concerning of her injuries, making a small noise of discontent as she realized that the joint was beginning to swell. A shadow passed by and she looked up, blue eyes threatening to water, “Can you help me up?”

[oriongriffin]

for: @diodorosxvidalis​ location: whatever the greek version of home hardware is

“I know you don’t really want to do this,” Orion said, already feeling bad for having pulled Dio out of his mother’s house to look over paint chips and cabinet samples. “But your siblings are worried, they asked me to kidnap you.” He reached over, twining his fingers through his boyfriend’s, leading him towards the selection of drawer pulls. While the reaper knew what it was that he wanted in the house, he’d set out to make a day of it, picking things out in the afternoon, heading for lunch, perhaps some shameless wink wonking in their old apartment before the witch headed back. “We can have fun today,” Rion insisted, pressing a kiss to the other man’s shoulder. “I’ll take care of everything.” He reached for a knob shaped like a pineapple, holding it up. “These could be fun.”