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Rowan smiled. "Well, it's pretty. And it's not the worst thing you could have done drunk. I mean, what if you had gotten, like…a penis tattooed on your forehead? I know a guy who did that. True story." He grinned. "He got it lasered off pretty quickly." He chuckled softly. "But that one's pretty." He wanted to trace the lines with his finger, but took Damian's hand again to distract himself. No touching! He scolded himself.
Damian laughed, grinning back at Rowan. Damian hadn’t realized how little he smiled until he started smiling so much tonight. It felt… strange. “Yeah, I got lucky. The tattoo artist had sympathy for me when I stumbled into his parlor, I think,” Damian laughed a little more, shifting a little closer to Rowan as he swayed. Damian didn’t remember much of that night, mostly just when he had woken up on a comfy couch and felt sore on his neck. The tattoo guy had took pity on him and let him stay after he had passed out, thankfully. Damian was lightweight, and ever since then he had mostly avoided drinking. “You have any tattoos?” He asked curiously with a tiny smile.
"Hmm…confession time. I was the guy with the penis on my forehead." Rowan replied, laughing. A slightly embarrassed blush tinged his cheeks. "I was 21, drunk out of my mind, and friends with a bunch of dumbasses." He shook his head a little. "I know, i know, it's terrible. I have other tattoos though, yeah. Some are more…personal, that I won't share now. But i have a tattoo on the small of my back, and one on my shoulderblade."
Damian barked out a laugh, true laughter. A laughter that didn’t usually surface often. “That’s hilarious,” He said with a humorous smile. He almost opened his mouth to say he wanted to see the other tattoos but quickly shut his mouth and blushed that that would imply Damian wanted to see him with his shirt off. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy the sight…
Rowan grinned. "Glad you think so." He replied, chuckling softly. "I got it lasered off like…three days later." He shook his head a little. "In the meantime, I wore hats. Big ones, to cover up the thing completely."
Damian laughed some more, leaning into Rowan’s chest a little—not realizing how close they really were because he was too preoccupied with happiness. “Aww, but hats would cover up your pretty hair,” He made an attempt at flirting, blushing furiously but not regretting it.
Rowan chuckled. "Yes, but I'd rather cover up my hair than walk around with a penis on my forehead." He replied, laughing softly. He held Damian close, swaying to the music. He really liked Damian. He did. Or at least, he was starting to.
Damian held back another flirty comment, though he couldn’t stop his blush from appearing at the dirty thought that came into his head. Gosh. Look what my lonely heart turned me into. I want to flirt with the Reaper of all people… But, Damian couldn’t help himself from letting his heart roam free for tonight. To let himself maybe really start liking Rowan… Damian felt a light breeze come by, but it was enough to make him shiver a little.
Rowan noticed the shiver. "You alright? Cold?" He asked, pulling Damian closer to his warm body, and looking at him. "If you're cold, we can go somewhere and warm up?" He smiled lightly. No, don't take this the wrong way. He scolded himself. Warming up means warming up. Not bed.
Damian greedily leaned into Rowan’s warm chest, savoring how comfy the other man was. “A little…” He admitted and blushed shyly, “Th-That would be really nice.” Damian often considered himself a little cursed by his powers, always too cold to get comfortable. And now, the thought of his enemy being the one to help him keep warm… Gosh, I’m so fucked, aren’t I?
Rowan smiled. "Alright." He led Damian out into a side room, and grabbed a folded blanket. Unfolding it, he sat down, pulling Damian with him, and tucked the blanket around both of them. "There. Better? Or do we need more?" He wrapped his arms around Damian for added warmth, giving him a gentle, happy smile.
Damian couldn’t help the fuzzy warm feeling in his chest, he liked being taken care of like this very much. Too much. He snuggled into Rowan’s side -Damian had a huge weakness for cuddling- and mumbled, “That’s much better… thank you, Rowan…” Damian let out a content sigh, closing his eyes, not only from his comfort to do so but also from a bit of exhaustion that had been wearing on him.
"You're welcome." Rowan replied, leaning his head against Damian's and closing his eyes. He was almost comfortable enough to just…fall asleep like this. But no, he couldn't let himself do that. If he did, he would have nightmares and wake up screaming. Or, worse, he would kill Damian in his sleep, just that simple touch enough to kill the other man. And he didn't want that to happen. Not at all.
“I’m always cold, I guess, but this is really nice…” Damian mumbled with a smile. He faintly heard the party, but that was in the very back of his mind, along with the voice shouting at him about how wrong this is and how Damian should be gathering intel right now. Damian cracked an eye opened, then reached over to grab Rowan’s hand and tug it in front of him. He looked at his palm, using his pointer finger to trace over Rowan’s palm and over those slender fingers as he silently compared their hands. One, meant to kill, the other, meant to freeze, yet upon closer examination… they didn’t look all that much different.
He smiled, and let Damian touch his hand, shivering a little at the feeling. "Mm. Well, I'll warm you up whenever you want. If you let me." He shrugged, chuckling softly as he stayed close to Damian, his other arm still around him gently.
Damian smiled, then laced their hands together. Before he could stop himself -his very idiotic self- he leaned in and planted a quickly, almost shy kiss to Rowan’s cheek. He quickly looked away with a deep blush, but didn’t regret what he did. Did I just really kiss the Reaper’s cheek?
Rowan blinked at the kiss, opening his eyes and looking at Damian, startled. "I…what was that for?" He asked, raising an eyebrow a little. Not that he didn't like it; quite the opposite. He was startled, yes, but…not upset. Far from it.
Damian smiled shyly as he replied, “Because you’re really sweet. Because I…” Because I was wrong about you. “Because I think you’re really, really warm.” Even though it was just a simple kiss on the cheek and nothing more, Damian hadn’t kissed anyone in a long while -ever since he started focusing on saving the city or whatever with his powers rather than his actual well-being and happiness- and he was glad he did. Plus… it was a silent ’I’m sorry for a the things I’ve ever thought of you because you’re the Reaper’.
Rowan smiled. "Oh. Alright. Thanks." He pulled Damian closer. "This, then, is because you're actually giving me a chance." He pressed a gentle kiss to Damian's cheek, smiling lightly at the other male. He pulled the blankets closer around them, creating almost a tent of the soft fabric.
Damian’s eye’s widened for a second in surprise, blushing but also smiling. He just kissed me. On the cheek. Sure, Damian had done the same action to Rowan just a few moments ago, but wow it made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He snuggled his arms around the other man, smiling giddily as he said, “You know how to make a man happy.”
Rowan hummed softly. "Of course I do. In more ways than one." He winked flirtatiously, a smirk darting over his face as he gave Damian a teasing smile. "But I already promised Lily that I wasn't doing that tonight." He shrugged slightly.
Damian blushed furiously, pursing his lips to attempt to hide his shy smile. He had only ever tried doing it once before, and to say it went horribly wrong was a huge understatement and they hadn't even taken all their clothes off. He opened his mouth, about to say something flirty back, but before a syllable could even leave his lips his phone went off. An alarm he’d set for himself earlier. He quickly shut it off, but frowned as he muttered, “I should get home.”
Rowan frowned a little, and nodded. "Oh. Okay." He slowly let go of Damian, hiding his disappointment. "I'll contact you, if that's still alright?" He gave Damian a quick, hopeful smile. Please don't back out on me. Please I'm so tired of being alone. He begged in his mind, biting his lower lip slightly. Please, I like you so much.
“Yes, please,” Damian replied with a giddy smile before standing up and reluctantly shifting away from the man’s warmth. “I… I had a lot of fun tonight Rowan. I’m sad that it got cut off short, and I love to repay you if you wanted to go on a datewithmemaybe?” Damian barely got the last part out, nerves creeping in on him. Please say yes. I’m a lonely guy, I hardly have a social life, I am heavily attracted to you. Please say no. I’m work best alone, I don’t need friends, physical and emotional attraction is bad anyways—you’re the Reaper. Please say yes. Please say no. Yes. No. Please. He was probably heavily blushing as the thoughts ran though his head.
Rowan nodded. "Yeah. Yeah I'd love to." He replied quickly, swallowing his excitement and giving Damian a happy, bright smile. "That would be…yeah." He grinned, letting out a quick breath. He said yes. At least for one date I won't be alone. I'll know he wanted it. I won't be… He trailed off, swallowing again. "S-so I'll…I'll text you, yeah?" He said. "That's…when are you free?"
Damian’s heart was leaping for joy, and he knew he was in deep trouble. How on earth was he supposed to fight this guy with he put on his masks and pretended to be confident and strong? Damian smiled brightly back at him “Sounds good. I’m pretty much free at any time, really…” Damian replied softly. He was really only busy when the Reaper attacked, and right now he was without a job so….
Rowan couldn't wipe the smile from his face. "Alright. Then I'll…I'll let you know." He said, trying to contain his excitement. He swallowed. "So…I'll walk you to the door, then?" He took Damian's hand, and started walking. "Do you want any food before you go?" He asked, glancing over at Damian.
Damian’s face matched Rowan’s, his heart fluttering like a thousand birds. Yep, I’m definitely fucked. There is absolutely no way I’m going to be able to fix this. “That sounds lovely,” He replied and smiled at their intertwined hands as they began walked back out towards the doors. “I think I’m good, I filled up on hors d'oeuvres earlier,” Damian insisted, though he most certainly hadn’t eaten much at all, Rowan didn’t need to know that.
Rowan nodded. "Alright. Do you…do you have a preference on where we go for the date?" He asked, looking at Damian with slightly raised eyebrows. He still couldn't wipe the smile off of his face as he looked over at the other male. "And… which one's your car? I'll walk you to it." He said as they came outside, thumb rubbing Damian's knuckles lightly.
Damian thought it over for a moment, before finally deciding to say, “Hmmm… I like surprises.” He grinned happily. Damian very much liked to be able to stretch out his moments with Rowan up until the very last second. “It’s the Ford Taurus, over towards the back.” It was from the year 2000 and had bits of rust all over it, but it was what he could afford. Damian always prayed that it wouldn’t kick the bucket anytime soon.
