Rowan smiled at him, and nodded. He grabbed two glasses of water for them, and sat back down again. "Alright." he smiled happily, and then leaned over to kiss his cheek again. "I…I really like this." he said slowly, looking at his plate, uncharacteristically shy. "Being with you, I mean."
Damian smiled at the kiss, taking note of how Rowan looked down. “I like this a lot too,” He told him softly with a smile, scooting his chair over so his thigh touched Rowan’s. “I love being with you. You make me happier than I’ve been in a ling while.” Damian’s eyes truly did sparkle with joy as he gazed at Rowan’s handsome face. This, these moments they had… Damian loved them.
Rowan nodded, and looked at him. He put an arm around Damian's shoulders, holding him close to Rowan's side. "Me too." He said quietly, leaning his forehead against the side of Damian's head. "I thought that I…the whole Reaper thing…I thought that meant I could never be…" He wasn't sure how to say what he meant. That he had thought he could never have this because he was the Reaper, and he scared everyone away.
Damian leaned into him. “You could never be with someone?” He whispered softly as one of his arms snaked around so he could snuggle into Rowan’s side better. “I’m… I’m not… Rowan, that part of you doesn’t -will never- make me turn away. I’m not afraid of you,” Damian offered up a tiny smile. “I know you, I know you’d never hurt me.” But you can, and you did. And you will. Damian thought of his wounded side, but desperately pushed that to the back off his mind. But he knew that he and Rowan would have another fight, whether it be tomorrow or the next day or the next week, it would happen again. And Rowan would hurt him. But surely, if he knew it was me, he wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t hurt me if he knew it was me.
Rowan nodded a little. At Damian's words, he melted a little inside, snuggling as close as possible to Damian. He closed his eyes. He never, ever wanted to hurt Damian, but if he couldn't learn to control the Reaper… someday he might. He would. And then what would he do? Because no apology would ever, ever make that sort of thing right.
Damian smiled and let out a little hum. He wanted to take this relationship farther, he wanted to stay with Rowan for a long while. Damian wouldn’t let his double life dilemma get in his way. He’d learn to make it work. Damian would need to become especially careful, not only with being able to control his powers so they could go further, but when he was out fighting him. Damian would need to find ways to stop the Reaper without actually hurting him.
Rowan held him close for a few more minutes, then released his hold on Damian. "We should, uhm…finish eating." he said, picking his fork back up and starting to eat again, though he still couldn't contain his smile. He couldn't help the tingle of happiness that was still flowing through his veins at what Damian had said.
“Yeah,” Damian agreed with a giggle, going back to eating. Normally, Damian skip breakfast to help cut costs or just because he didn’t feel like eating, but right now Rowan was really distracting and Damian didn’t quite realize how much he was eating in the first place. “What do you want to do after this?” Damian asked, though he supposed he should probably get back home and go back to job searching.
Rowan shrugged slightly. "I don't know." he replied with a soft laugh. "Sleep? Work on stuff?" he frowned. "Believe it or not, I do have a job that I suppose I need to do." he grimaced at the thought. "Not that I want to." And he could afford not to, though having a job helped keep him busy.
Damian let out a soft laugh. “I really need to get a job soon. I’m hoping I can just get something, anything really. The bills are getting harder to pay,” Damian explained with a shrug, those he was much more panicked and stressed than what he led on. He desperately needed to get hired soon. “Where do you work?” Damian asked before any more comments about his own financial troubles could be made.
Rowan frowned a little. "My uncle's company." he replied with a shrug. "Well, technically the family company, but it got passed to my uncle when my father…died…" When I killed him. He swallowed, running a hand over his hair. "If you want me to, I can maybe put in a good word for you with him? You could apply there and I'm sure he would hire you." he wanted to help Damian, after hearing about the bills, but he knew that the other male might not accept his help.
Damian reached over an intertwined his fingers with Rowan’s at the mention of his father’s death. He knew some scars had a hard time fully healing. “You’d do that for me?” Damian bit his lip, then added, “I-I couldn’t ask that of you, really, it’d be selfish…” Damian wasn’t sure. On one hand, he desperately needed a job. On the other, what if he kept missing days of work because of what he had to do for the city? What would Rowan think if he got fried from that job too?
"Well, yeah. If you want me to, I mean." Rowan replied with a quick smile. "My uncle is pretty chill. He'd be fine with it." he kissed Damian's cheek, giving Damian's hand a light squeeze, thankful that the other male was here. "Plus then I'll have more motivation to actually show up and do my job." he added with a grin.
Damian’s heart hung on to that kiss, it even summoned a smile onto Damian’s lips. “I- I’d have to take a night shift,” Damian told him, looking towards his feet. “I-… I get busy during the day.” If he worked at Rowan’s family company, would it become easier to connect the dots? Did Damian want to keep his secret life a secret from Rowan? Yes. There’s a fifty fifty shot he’d kill me if he found out.
"Alright." he kissed Damian's cheek again, tugging him closer. "That's fine. Like I said, I'll talk to him and see what can be done. All his employees are allowed to have pretty flexible hours, so that won't really be a problem." he held Damian. His…what were they? Could he say that they were really, truly dating, that Damian was his…boyfriend? Could he say that?
Damian smiled, happily letting himself be tugged closer to the other male. “You know how to fix everything, you know,” Damian told him with a smile, nuzzling his face into Rowan’s neck. “You’re like a fairy godmother, except handsome and we love each other. So more like a prince,” Damian said with a giggle, stealing a kiss from Rowan’s lips.
Rowan laughed happily. "I'm a fairy prince, now am I?" He asked, arching an eyebrow and looking at Damian. He returned the kiss. His heart did cartwheels in his chest at the words "love each other", and he studied Damian. Wasn't it a little early for love? But…but maybe that's what this was? He didn't know.
“Yep. Fairy prince,” Damian grinned, grabbing Rowan’s hand and kissing his hand. “You’re magical. You’re my magical man.” Rowan was amazing. He was perfect—well, if you didn’t take into account the Reaper. Damian didn’t like that part of him, but Damian also liked to ignore that part of him. The Reaper didn’t matter to him, Rowan mattered.
Rowan laughed again, smiling and kissing Damian's forehead. "Alright. Although I'd debate about the magical part of that." He replied, tugging Damian even closer. He didn't want the other male to leave, even though he knew it was inevitable. Even though he knew it would happen at some point today.
“You are quite magical, I’ll have you know,” Damian protested with a smile, his arms tightening their grip on the male ever so slightly. “I doubt you could make me feel the way I did last night without magic,” Damian told him with a giggle. Gosh… just thinking about what happened -what he’d gotten so close to be able to do- made his temperature drop a few degrees and had him feeling all giddy inside.
Rowan chuckled, and held Damian close. "Mm. I suppose that's true." he replied with a little shrug. He kissed Damian's cheek this time, holding him as close as he possibly could without crushing him. "Although you know half of that was aaalll you." he teased, and winked.
Damian giggled, blushing a little and holding onto Rowan just as tightly. Rowan made him feel lighter than air, he made Damian’s heart dance in his chest. He also makes me feel lightheaded from blood loss and puts my heart in danger. Damian pushed those thoughts away, the Reaper didn’t matter. Damian nuzzle his face into Rowan, bringing his lips to the other man’s ear as he whispered, “We should kiss like that again, some other time.”
Rowan glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, still smiling and quite unable to stop. "Yes, we should." he agreed. He thought for a moment, then hauled Damian into his lap so that the other male was straddling him, though they were still facing each other. "There. Much more comfortable than leaning out of our seats." he said with satisfaction, running a hand through Damian's hair.
Damian’s heart fluttered in his chest and he smiled. “Much more comfortable indeed,” He agreed, trying to pull himself even closer. To feel Rowan’s heat caressing his body like an angel’s feather brushing against his skin. He leaned his head into Rowan’s hand, like out a little noise that sounded like a purr of sorts. “I love your hands…” Damian mumbled, a content smile on his face.
(I gtg to bed. Good night!)
Rowan laughed a little at the second comment, pressing a kiss to Damian's forehead. "Why thank you." he replied. His hands…his hands killed. And here was Damian, saying how much he loved them. He tugged Damian closed and kissed his mouth lightly, eyes closing for a moment. "You're perfect." the words slipped out without Rowan meaning them too, but that didn't mean he meant them any less.