Stupid Cupid
POSTED ON Oct 19, 2013 15:18:39 GMT -8
Post by Jaymes Austin on Oct 19, 2013 15:18:39 GMT -8
Jaymes should have been training. He wasn’t sure but his cohort was off doing… something. He hadn’t paid attention and had ditched them the second he was able to. He walked along the streets of New Rome, trying to find some way to entertain himself – and avoid the Centurions to his cohort if they were looking for him. He doubted they would look for him. It was easy to tell when he wasn’t there, considering how he often made his presence known, but he was often seen as annoying, so when he left, people typically didn’t complain.
He knew of one person who he couldn’t remember ever finding him annoying. And currently, he was looking for that person. Sorin was absolutely adorable, in his opinion. He would make a wonderful boyfriend to someone, thought admittedly, Jay had a habit of getting in-between someone and Sorin whenever he thought that the other demigod might have a thing for his friend. Why did he do that? Well, he got jealous rather easily, but it seemed to only be when he was around Sorin. He tried not to think about it too much.
The logical part of his mind told him that if he didn’t want Sorin to date anyone else, that he should simply date him. However that was easier said than done. He didn’t have the best history with dating. At the earliest sign of the relationship getting serious, he found that he couldn’t handle it and ended up breaking it off. He had an ex-girlfriend that wanted to kick his ass for breaking her heart.
The son of Cupid grinned widely, recognizing the back of Sorin’s head. He made sure that his footsteps blended in with New Rome citizens passing by. “Gotcha!” he chirped, coming up from behind Sorin and quickly wrapping his arms around the other demigod’s waist, pulling him closer to his body at the same time. He flirted with, admittedly, everyone that was around his age. Sorin, however, got the majority of his more physical flirting.
He nuzzled his face against Sorin’s neck affectionately. “How’s my favorite demigod doing?” he asked, still holding onto him from behind and now resting his chin on his shoulder so he could look at his face. Holding onto him now with one arm, and quickly glancing around to make sure no adults were looking – he hated it when adults told him to “watch the PDA” – he ever-so-slightly pushing up the end of Sorin’s shirt with his free hand and lightly brushed his fingers against the small bit of exposed skin. “Miss me?”
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