I knew the pathway like the back of my hand. {For Demetri}

[ofcatsandfate]

Fabrice is exhausted when the witches' meeting finally breaks up. He sends his cats home ahead of him, wanting them to be able to rest and not having the energy to conjure up a glamour for them. His head feels sluggish from the wine and the volley of seemingly never ending arguments, especially between his cousin and Nerium. He loves Moira, but he worries that her stubbornness is going to get her in trouble one day, no matter how justified she feels in how she acts.

He lets out a sigh, wrapping his arms around himself as he makes his way through the park, much too consumed by his own thoughts to bother calling for a cab of any sort. Besides, he enjoys walking, even if his pace tonight is slowed by both his weariness from the meeting and lingering aspects of last night.

Last night. He finds himself smiling as thoughts and images of Demetri flicker through his mind, those blue eyes, that damned bewitching smile; his cheeks warm at the memories of his scorching kisses and sweeping touches. And then falling asleep with and waking up to the other man the next morning. He makes a wistful noise, not quite a sigh, at the thought of returning to a home without Demetri in it.

Then memories of the witches' meeting creep back into his thoughts again and Fabrice wishes, for once in his life, that he smoked.

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[ofcatsandfate]

"Don't give my lack of cooking skills any ideas," he grins back, recognizing the teasing and actually enjoying it, though he still blushes, of course. "Next thing you know, I'll be burning air, too."

His blushing only increases when Demetri steps away from him and looks at him like he's the shiniest option on the menu, his breathing growing ragged in the process.

"Well, there's always room for two desserts?" It sounds lame as hell, but Fabrice is still working on the whole flirting thing, and to be honest, it's difficult for him to concentrate when Demetri is devouring him with his eyes and he is staring back.

[second_son]

“Until Wednesday then,” he says softly. Demetri’s smile freezes as he glances over Fabrice’s shoulder, noticing two people in the park chatting and watching them. This walk was too good to be true after all. His face changes, schooling to casual interest, holding out a hand to shake as if this were a business meeting. “I guess we should head off now.”

[ofcatsandfate]

"Yes, until then," he nods back, until he notices the way the smile freezes on Demetri's face. He follows the other man's gaze over to where two strangers are watching them from the other side of the park. Fabrice feels his heart drop into his stomach; he hopes they didn't see much.

As much as it pains him, he watches Demetri's face fall into its usual, carefully composed mask. He tries to do the same with his face, but he knows he's not nearly as structured as the other man's. He shakes his hand and gives him another nod.

"I hope you have a good night," he says, keeping his voice level.