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phaedrahq​:

“it could! you never know what that specific spec holds. remember the world doesnt quite revolve around only you.” she joked lightly. at his next statement, she let out a soft laugh knowing he wasnt wrong with his words, “that’s the most tragic thing i’ve ever heard. sometimes i do feel bad for those who don’t know me, you feel the same yeah? like, about yourself? sometimes i feel rather big-headed thinking so, but i know it’s the truth.”

“are you saying that there’s some alternate universe damian out there? or are you saying i’m not as important as i think i am? because i’m pretty sure the first option is more likely, babe.” damian smirked, briefly closing his eyes as he enjoyed the soothing sound of the waves. “hey, no one ever got anything done by being humble, you know? having a big head isn’t always a bad thing. you’re hot, and fun, and you should own that.” 

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lucienfm​:

the true motive was slowly revealing itself, and lucien dragged his thumb from damian’s cheek, down along his bottom lip. “all the things you can do with that pretty little mouth.” this was dangerous territory for lucien, didn’t people always say no to hook up with your ex? that they were exes for a reason? clearly he was having a lapse in judgement. he let the other boy’s lips brush his, just barely leaning in and pushing his lips back against the other’s. hand moving to damian’s neck, he smirked slightly against his lips. “don’t call me that.”

damian smirked, glad to have his hard work, talents, and god-given gift appreciated. “what should i call you then, hmm? because i can think of a few things, but i doubt you’ll like them.” he lifted his hand to the one lucien had on his neck, covering it with his own. “or should we just keep my pretty little mouth so busy that i’m unable to call you anything?” part of him knew there was a chance he’d probably regret this later, when he was back alone in his apartment, but the familiarity of it all, even if he tried to act like he hated lucien, was really nice. it was much easier to just fall back into things, than to have to figure things out with someone new. 

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ofatlcs​:

 eyebrows  raise  slightly    ,    eyes  averting  from  damian  momentarily.    ❛    well    ,    alright.    ❜    couldn’t  exactly  argue  with  a  mystery    ,    would  he    ?    ❛    can’t  say  that  i’ve  ever  needed  to  promote  a  drink  but    ––    might  have  to  make  something  up.    we’ll  see.    ❜   lets  out  a  soft  laugh    ,    meeting  the  others  hand  for  a  handshake.    ❛    i  guess  this  damn  town  doesn’t  have  very  many  other  date  options    ,    does  it    ?    ❜    had  lived  here  for  nearly  his  entire  life  and  consistently  thought  about  how  boring  it  was.    then  again    ,    he  did  enjoy  his  job  and  aces  in  general.    ❛    i  work  at  a  different  bar  out  of  town  on  the  weekends  but    ––    weeknights  from  six  to  close    ,    i’ll  be  here.    feel  free  to  come  see  me  whenever.    ❜

“i totally have experience, just check out my instagram.” damian pulled a business card out of the pocket of his jacket and slid it across the bar to atlas. “my phone number’s on there too, by the way. do with that what you will.” subtlety had never been a strong suit of damian’s. “wait, so... you work every day? doing this? damn. sounds like you could use a break. or a career change.” he leaned in, resting his elbows on top of the bar. “you know, you should come do a ride along with me sometime. you’re very pretty, and you’re able to hold a conversation, you’d be perfect at it.” 

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lucienfm​:

dear. how condescending, lucien’s eyes narrow in response. “a mistake it seems you’re eager to remake,” eyes dropped down to damian’s fingers on his shirt, mentally willing the boy to take it one step further, but refusing to air his desires out loud. “’s okay, damian, you’ve never really been that bright, have you?” he reached out and traced his cheek gently, almost intimately. “don’t worry, that pretty face kinda makes up for it. ‘m sure you’ll make it far in life using that and– well, your other talents.” 

ignoring lucien’s accusation, he moved in closer - an action which, in itself, pretty much only proved the other’s point. “oh? and uh... which of my other talents are you referring to?” he poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, signaling that he was pretty sure he had some sort of idea. “you know, i had a feeling that you weren’t exactly into me for my wit, so i think i’ll live.” deciding to give in and break at least some of the tension, he leaned in, brushing his lips over lucien’s. not quite kissing him just yet, only teasing and mumbling softly. “did you miss me, lulu?” 

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lucienfm​:

lucien found it hard not to let a smile creep onto his face, god he was witty, but no– he had to remember ( however hard that may be in the current moment ) why they were apart. “think they’ll be too distracted by the polaroid nudes i keep in the book so don’t you worry your pretty little head about what they’ll think of your name.” he turned his head to face him, raising his eyebrows, eyes flitting down to the gold lined waistband peeking out from underneath damian’s shorts. reaching out he ran his fingers along the gold lines, “versace?” he asked, looking back up to the other. “drop the act, damian, why’re you here?”

“you kept those?” damian’s mind briefly wandered back to the time that he’d posed for those polaroids - it had been a pretty fun day, and an oddly sweet moment between the two of them. “...oops.” he gave lucien a smug grin when he was caught, before schooling his expression into what he hoped passed as a look of shame - not an emotion he was all that familiar with, really. “guess i made a mistake. it was bound to happen eventually, right? at least i made it this far without making one. well-” he leaned in, his fingers tracing over the front of lucien’s shirt as he smirked back at him. “besides you, dear.” 

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ofatlcs​:

 ❛    a  few.  ❜    repeats  the  words    ,    eyebrows  raising  slightly.    there  was  no  judgement  present    ,    though  maybe  some  curiosity  instead.    eyes  are  careful  to  watch  the   reaction    ,    making  sure  he  likes  it.    may  be  throwing  a  bit  of  flirting  in  there  but  that  didn’t  mean  he  wasn’t  going  to  take  his  job  seriously.    ❛    you  asked  for  it  and  i  simply  obliged.    and  i’d  be  happy  to    ,    although  i  can’t  promise  you’ll  find  the  bad  decisions  you’re  looking  for  that  way.    ❜    lets  out  a  soft  laugh  at  the  name  suggestion.    ❛    let  me  take  a  wild  guess  and  say  that’s  your  name    ?    since  you’re  the  first  one  to  officially  try  it    ,    it  might  just  be  fitting.    ❜    fingers  tap  softly  against  the  bar    ,    looking  around  to  make  sure  he  didn’t  need  to  peel  his  attention  away  from  damian.    ❛    i’m  atlas    ,    by  the  way.    always  here  on  weekdays  whenever  you  need  someone  to  make  you  something  specific.    ❜

“we’ll see where the night takes us.” damian hummed, trying to be at least somewhat mysterious as he swirled the straw around in his glass to mix it a little. “if you need a model for any kind of campaign you have to promote the drink.... i might know someone.” he took another sip, nodding at atlas’s question, and stretched his hand across the bar in offering of a handshake. “nice to meet you, atlas. i’m usually only here when i’ve got a date, but... i might need to make a habit of stopping in solo more often.”

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lucienfm​:

“newsflash, damian, as of right now you are just one of my whores.” harsh, he knew it, but why was he there in the first place if not to throw insults back at one another? “no but i have a black book with a ranking of all the people i’ve fucked with ‘n i think you’ll be fairly disappointed with your place on that list. always room for improvement, though, should motivate you.” he shrugged and leaned back on his forearms on the bed. “you gonna keep looting or get to what you’re really here for?” he was looking at him expectantly now, wondering if he’d drop the act. 

damian’s lips parted in shock - and admiration, at lucien’s retort. he always appreciated when someone could keep up with him in argument, and it was easily one of his favorite things about lucien. and, simultaneously, one of his least favorite things about him. “you bitch.” after pulling the sunglasses back out and dropping them on the nightstand so they wouldn’t get broken, damian moved onto the bed, kneeling beside lucien. “you know, it’s really not cool of you to lie about me in writing. what happens if explorers discover it hundreds of years from now, and they get the wrong idea and think i’m anything less than amazing in bed?” 

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ofatlcs​:

 ❛    oh    ,    does  it    ?    how  many  dates  do  you  bring  to  aces    ,    then    ?    ❜    eyebrows  raise  quizzically    ,    hand  running  through  his  hair.    ❛    bad  decisions.    ❜    lets  out  a  soft  chuckle  as  he  goes  through  drink  ideas  in  his  brain    ,    deciding  what  might  be  best  for  that  kind  of  night.    ❛    you  can’t  ask  me  what  this  is  called  because  it  doesn’t  have  a  name.    my  own  creation    ,    it’ll  definitely  fuck  you  up  but    ––    you  won’t  even  realize  it  until  you’re  hammered.    promise.    ❜    had  been  a  bartender  long  enough  to  know  his  way  around  lethal  combinations.    ❛    you  need  me  to  call  you  an  uber  or  give  you  a  ride  home  any  at  point    ,    let  me  know.    ❜    offers  it  softly  before  concentrating  on  his  drink.    ❛    don’t  think  you’d  show  up  looking  like  that  if  you  were  boring.    ❜      sets  the  freshly  made  drink  on  the  counter.    ❛    if  you  want  something  else    ,    let  me  know.    ❜

“a few.” damian shrugged simply, keeping a close eye on atlas’s fingers as they moved through his curls. he was quiet while his drink was fixed, taking the glass with a gentle nod as a silent ‘thanks’ in response once it was finished. as he sipped it, he smirked back at atlas, only then opening his mouth to speak again. “keep making me drinks like that, and i’ll definitely be asking you for a ride by the end of the night, honey.” the drink was delicious and strong, just how damian liked them - among other things. “you know, if you’re looking for a name for the drink, how about the damian? it’s got a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” 

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lucienfm​:

“right so now i have ugly shoes,” he held up a finger, pretending to count, “ugly clothes in general– what’s next? i’m just shit as an overall human?” he watched as damian made his way upstairs, following along behind him, pretending to be annoyed that his space was being invaded ( when in reality, he felt the familiar surge of excitement ). “it’s not here, hun, look all you want – can’t guarantee you’ll like what you find,” he sat on the end of the bed, watching the other intently.

“at least you can admit it.” damian shot back as he lazily rifled through the drawers of lucien’s dresser, focusing way more on the argument that they were having than pretending to actually be looking for his ‘missing’ underwear. "don’t call me ‘hun’, asshole. i’m not just another one of your whores, i know you remember my name.” he lifted a pair of sunglasses from the top of the dresser, put them on, checked out his reflection in the mirror, and, after deciding he liked the way they looked on him, slid the pair into his pocket. “why? do you have like, a collection of my hair that you snipped off while i was sleeping?” 

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ofatlcs​:

 the  look  doesn’t  go  unnoticed    ,    but  he  stays  quiet  about  it.    ❛    i  definitely  thought  you  were  gonna  say  sex  and  not  a  jacket.    but  hey    ,    if  that’s  what  you  were  after    .  .  .    who  am  i  to  judge    ?    ❜    lets  out  a  soft  chuckle    ,    stepping  back  from  the  bar  slightly.    ❛    depends  on  what  you  like  and  what  kinda  night  you’re  trying  to  have.    i  might  be  an  expert  at  making  drinks  but  the  only  thing  i  like  to  drink  is  rum  and  coke.    and  that  seems  a  bit  boring  for  you    ,    if  you  ask  me.    ❜

“well, that depends on the type of date, cowboy.” damian shrugged, running his tongue over his bottom lip and smirking back at atlas. “mm...” he hummed as he thought it over, though the kind of night he wanted to have never really seemed to change. “i feel like making some bad decisions tonight. so... basically whatever’s going to get me plastered.” atlas’s assumption only made him beam - being complimented, even indirectly, was something damian didn’t ever get tired of. and it was even better when it came from boys almost as pretty as he was. “you think i’m interesting?” 

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lucienfm​:

there it was, that same familiar high-pitched, angered screech that cut through the air, and apparently the walls of his family home. he was in his living room, tv switched to some reality tv drivel about housewives or drag queens ( or both ) that he was only half watching. “fuck,” he uttered under his breath at the familiar sound, here it came, the flurry of attention and drama that was damian. “–that’s it, just let yourself in.” mentally he made a note to have the locks changed, after all if they were going to be apart shouldn’t they at least make an effort? “briefs? versace?” the disbelief clear in his voice as he stood up, hands clasped in front of him, “are you unhinged?” he raised his eyebrows, taking a step towards the other. “why are you here? stalking is frowned upon, y’know.” part of him was happy to see him again, but he wasn’t about to let that part to show ( he was far too stubborn for that ).

“you know what else is frowned upon? theft! and so are those shoes, good god.” damian looked down at the - in all honesty, perfectly fine, even for damian’s high standards - shoes lucien was wearing and grimaced. with an eye roll, he turned on his heel and marched up the stairs, in fake pursuit of the ‘stolen’ goods he was looking for. he knew exactly where the briefs he was accusing lucien of stealing were - and the location was on his own body, tucked under a pair of tiny shorts. but pretending to look for them would give damian an excuse to make his way up to the bedroom.

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damian raised an eyebrow as he looked back at atlas, taking a long look up and down, before deciding that he definitely approved of the sight in front of him, and that the guy was worth investing in a conversation with. “i mean, i got this hot little jacket out of the deal, so... you tell me.” he gestured to the flashy, designer jacket covering his top half, and shrugged at the question atlas posed. “you’re the expert. what do you recommend?” 

 was  observant  by  nature    ,    wasn’t  that  he  was  nosy    ––    well    ,    maybe  he  was.    but  he  tended  to  notice  things    ,    especially  customers.    remembered  frequents  of  the  bar  easily    ,    even  if  they  didn’t  remember  him.    in  particular    ,    knows  that  he  saw  the  person  who  comes  up  to  the  bar  before    ,    maybe  even  interacted  with  them  before    ,    but  he  wasn’t  sure.    does  know  that  they  were  on  what  seemed  to  be  like  an  interesting  date  just  the  night  before.    so    ,    in  true  atlas  nature    ,    he  can’t  help  himself.    ❛    hey  there.    ❜    flashes  a  smile    ,    propping  his  elbows  up  on  the  bar.    ❛    you  were  here  last  night    ,    weren’t  you    ?    how’d  that  go    ?    ❜    maybe  you  should  do  you  job  first    ,    atlas.    ❛  oh.    what  can  i  get  you    ?    first  ones  on  me.    ❜  @blndstrs​

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“you goddamn bitch!” damian was shouting before he’d even made his way fully into lucien’s place, using the key that he’d been given back when they were still together but had yet to give back, mainly for the purpose of making dramatic entrances like this. he was there for one reason, and one reason only - and he was pretty sure lucien knew exactly what that reason was, but he couldn’t just come out with it and admit that he wanted him. screaming at each other was half their foreplay, it just wasn’t as fun without a big fight beforehand. though - he realized once he was standing in front of lucien, he probably should have come up with an argument before he’d shown up. still, if he’d been able to improvise his way out of getting caught shoplifting on more than one occasion during his teenage years, this should be a cakewalk. “just because you have a shitty fashion sense, that doesn’t mean you can keep my wardrobe. i want my lace versace briefs back!” @lucienfm​

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“i mean... maybe, but does any other speck matter, when this is the one that i’m on?” damian batted his eyelashes at phae, before settling back onto his towel, folding his arm behind his neck to prop it up and avoid getting sand in his hair. “if that’s the case, you really hit the lottery, babe. just think about all those other poor souls out there who will never get to meet us.” 

“have you ever wondered what if we’re literally on a spec of dust floating through the air and we just think we’re the only spec of dust that exists and that makes up earth? d’you think there is another earth?” phaedra’s eyes were locked on the waves crashing in and out of the beach, a bit glossed over from the joint she had just smoked. somewhat snapping back to her reality, she shook her head, “i can’t believe i said that out loud! ignore me if you think i’m absolutely insane.”

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