For Ganymede
Jan. 16th, 2015 08:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onceavikingEric opens the door and lets Ganymede in.
The room is tidy and neat, with a couple of low chairs by an equally low table and a very large bed dominating the rest of the room.
He turns to look at Ganymede.
It is true what he told him. His blood is exquisite. And unique.
And he is very beautiful.
An ancient creature. With the face of a youth. The body.
It's a novelty. That's all.
And the only reason he is feeling this - whatever it is, hesitant perhaps - is the shit waiting for him at home.
The room is tidy and neat, with a couple of low chairs by an equally low table and a very large bed dominating the rest of the room.
He turns to look at Ganymede.
It is true what he told him. His blood is exquisite. And unique.
And he is very beautiful.
An ancient creature. With the face of a youth. The body.
It's a novelty. That's all.
And the only reason he is feeling this - whatever it is, hesitant perhaps - is the shit waiting for him at home.
