I want to live nowhere and everywhere. You know. travel the world with my soul mates. I might go skinny dipping at 2 am and will eat fruit and kiss all my friends all the time. I will always have messy hair and sun kissed skin. My bed will be sandy all the time because I went to sleep straight from surfing.
If your ask box is still open what about damien having to deal with the aftermath of a broken hearted son?
Damien is relieved when he hears the sound of the car pulling up in
the driveway. It’s a bit later than the curfew he set for Lucien, and
he’s prepared to lecture him sternly for making him worried as soon as
he walks through the door. He waits on the couch, posed perfectly to
make the ideal ‘strict father’ facade that he hopes will make Lucien
respect his authority a little bit more.
And he waits.
And keeps waiting.
takes ten minutes for Damien to realize that none of the doors in the
house had opened, and unless Lucien planned on trying to sneak into his
room (unsuccessful for the first time) he’s still outside. Probably
trying to prepare his excuses-but not tonight. Damien’s actually mad this time, and he won’t let Lucien continue to walk all over him.
Throwing his cloak over his shoulders, Damien stands and marches straight out the door. Sure enough, his car is parked in the driveway, and with it, he can make out Lucien’s form in the driver’s seat, sitting in the dark.
Damien is about to approach and give the teen what’s what when he realizes he’s completely hunched over in his seat. And visibly shaking. And if he were closer, Damien’s sure he would hear the rare sound of his son crying.