Dimitri stepped out of the buildings back door, his hair flying behind him in the cool night breeze, dusting against his porcelain pale skin like wings of night. It felt good, after the stifling air and company inside. Their incense was terrible. All myrrh and no jasmine. Ridiculous. He'd have to have a word with Telcotl about it. And their manners.
They were lucky they were Telly's babies or he would have had to exact some serious etiquette. He tapped his cane against the grimy concrete of the back step, his brown and green eyes searching in the darkness. It was time to go home and snuggle up in bed. He had been invited to sleep here, of course. But the accommodations were just a little... lacking. His own townhouse would be much, much nicer. Mmmmm. Silk. Dimitri grinned for a second- but the expression froze on his face. Oh. Yes. Telcotl had taken those away. That meant he'd have to wait and beg for mercy.
Now where had the boy gotten to? The other had said something about reconnaissance. Dimitri shivered. That was never a good thing when Telly was involved. He had a knack for getting himself into trouble, the little lamb. Very sweet, but very silly. Dimitri reached up with his free hand and removed his glasses, tucking them inside the red silk lining of his trench coat. Autumn was coming early to this city. Perhaps he should have stayed in Dijon after all. Ah well. He was hapless to resist a request. After all, the city was famed for its mythological nightlife and, of course, library. If he could just find the damned place, that was. He ran a hand through his now tangled hair, wincing at the feeling. All snarled and no one to comb it out.
Whimper. He sighed heavily, turning up the collar of his coat. It would be easier just to call him in a few hours, for the sheets and- as he reached into his pocket- his scarf. Well now. Dimitri huffed, descending the step to street level. There wasn't anything wrong with Hermès or silk in general. If his pajamas were missing as well, Telcotl was going to be in very big trouble. Dimitri started off through the territory, bowing his head to shield his face from view. It wouldn't do good to be recognized as an outsider when he was all alone like this.
There were better places to settle down, in his opinion. Dimitri surveyed the area with a raised eyebrow, years of living like a king forcefully instating themselves. Half dressed men (not that he minded that, of course) sitting on corners? Goodness. He hesitated on the sidewalk, scenting the air. Poor thing. Heart was pounding like a dove in a little cage- flutter flutter. Not fear. He sniffed again. Adrenaline. Excitement.
Dimitri knew the smell. He inhaled heavily, then laughed quietly. Of course, of course. Mistaking his own for a common- well. A street mongrel. Telcotl, love, what are you up to, silly boy. Dimitri unbuttoned his coat and draped it around Telcotl's shoulders, running a hand through his reddish hair. Pretty boys get hurt by bad men when they don't wear clothes, my little one.
He inhaled softly, the mingling scents of city life, cigarette smoke, diesel and Telly's scent. Mmm. This was why he left Dijon. With a motion well-worn by years of repetition, he tapped Telcotl gently on the shoulder with his cane, the wings of the griffin pushing against the bones of his wrist. Up, up, little one.
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