The door opens to reveal Damian, blood-red hair still damp from a shower. Rivulets of water still cling to his pale skin, streaking down his bare torso to be absorbed by a loose pair of trousers.
He looks out curiously at Nathaniel, pausing for a couple extra seconds as the scent of Asher reaches his senses through the moist air. "Yes, Nathaniel?"
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Date: 2009-06-19 03:28 am (UTC)He looks out curiously at Nathaniel, pausing for a couple extra seconds as the scent of Asher reaches his senses through the moist air. "Yes, Nathaniel?"