Blodwen shook his head as he sat in front of his draft board. The plans were coming together, but it wasn’t a smooth process like it normally would be. He sighed and tilted his head back while closing his eyes. He was feeling tense and he hated that. He wanted to be fun and spontaneous, feel things thrilling through him. ‘That’s the problem.’, he thought to himself. ‘I haven’t had fun in a while.’
Blod covered his draft board to protect his work, then scooted off his stool, careful not to catch his dress as he went. He loved chiffon, but it tore too easily. Blod thought about what he wanted to do, maybe go see someone? Go out to dinner perhaps? Ohhh, he knew just who to visit! Marlowe! The hybrid was strong and worked as a butcher, so he’d probably know the best way to cook a steak. Some steak and wine sounded divine. Especially with company!
Blod wandered over to his closet and started looking for the perfect dress to wear when one invites themself over without asking. He was
sure that Marlowe wouldn’t have anything else at all to do! Ah yes, this one would do perfectly. Just a tad darker than his own skin, and it would show off his cleavage to full advantage. He had to mind his horns as he pulled the dress on over his head, no snagging a shoulder strap, please!
A few touches of makeup, some killer shoes and out the door he went to Marlowe’s place. He hoped Marlowe’s roomie wasn’t in. He wanted some time with just the two of them. He sped on over the the apartment and knocked on the door. “
Marlowe! It’s me, Blodwen!”
(Wc: 289)
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