what if: ghbclo where clo isnt the emperor but some rando seadweller. would the dynamic b different?
oooo definitely! clo wouldn’t have as much access to ghb, and ghb would have to assume he was just. yknow. some rando.
so they would have to meet differently and work more to get romantic later on, probably through lower level interactions, but luckily clo is eternally cute so ghb would be a little interested anyway
s\/\/imming and popsicles are probubbly my fa\/orite things, boat i think i prefer posing foar pictures instead of being caught in the lurch by my assistant
@yeemu.tumblr.com they drew this for my birthday and im still crying theyre so good, drawing my boy like an anime pinup, not even judging that I asked for that,
Robert has come here probably a hundred times, following promising tracks for a mothman. Not that it exists, but it might, and he has to find it if so. He’s never seen someone else here, but now someone is, tramping on the tracks he’s following.
He storms up in a huff, flashlight held menacingly in front of his face. “What are you doing here?” It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust, and it still looks like he’s looking at a vampire.
“Making a phone call.” Damien hangs up, and crosses his arms. “Why are you threatening me with a flashlight?”
He waves the light around, pointing out a tree with a broken branch that totally had to be a mothman. “Cryptid hunting. What are you doing here? Wait, fuck. How do I know you’re not just stealing my scoop?”
It literally should not be physically possible for a blink to hold so much sarcasm, but Robert feels like 10 teenagers just backsassed him at the blink Damien just made. How dare. What a rude. He’s gonna make a garlic lei for him.
“Because I don’t care about your monster stories.” Damien flips his very pretty soft looking hair over his shoulder. “I’m walking here because it’s usually quiet.”
Robert is about to snap at him for destroying crucial evidence of a baby mothman (who predicts small tragedies, like when all of his boxers were dyed orange) when something... Moves.
Damien just turns to look, and as much as he wants to hate the guy, Robert can’t let him fucking die. So he grabs what’s nearest: cape. “Damien, we have to run!” The cape snaps off at the shoulders.
“I raised a child, do you think I have capes that can choke me? And why would I run? I’m texting Lucien.” He holds a hand out and Robert deposits the cape in it with a little embarrassment, then remembers their imminent death.
He waves the flashlight around. “Damien! We have to run!” The rustling gets louder as Damien blatantly ignores him to choose emojis.
Louder. Louder. Closer to them. A huffing, snuffling noise, claws on leaf-litter, panting, animal mouth. Close enough to smell them. Death is so close.
(Robert adjusts his jeans)
Betsy tumbles out of a bush about a foot from Damien’s spot, and doesn’t even seem to startle him. “Oh, aren’t you adorable.” He crouches down to pet Betsy, who rolls over agreeably, and Robert tries not to have a heart attack against the tree his maybe-mothman is in.
While Damien is making friends with his dog, Robert goes back to scanning. He’ll keep a civilian alive he guesses, if only because Damien is the only one he knows who can program his damn phone. He’s about to check in on Val, actually, when the bushes rustle again. Louder than they had with Betsy.
yeemu replied to your post “Clorad sitting on the edge of his tub, squeezing out his hair and...”
hes pretty and knows it
if he wasn’t being observed he’d just dry his hair like a person and not play at being a nymph but as soon as someone can appreciate his pretty face he goes all out