“I’m not really picky. Just somewhere in the kitchen. Or in the sitting room. I don’t care.” Cameron shrugged and shut his door before locking it, just a precaution he always took for no particular reason. Now he might as well let someone— anyone— in, for he just let his stalker into his home like they were good friends.
“Do hang up your hat and coat, though.” He gestured into the sitting room, which was a comfortable, plush looking place. It was dressed in a light brown with matching leather sofas. There was a comfy, plush rug and some bookshelves, with a fireplace that was currently turned off. Next to the TV propped against the wall was a cabinet of alcohol that looked very ornate, and fit very well with where it belonged. Cameron moved off into the kitchen, to make some tea on the stove, humming softly as he pulled out his phone to idly scroll through newstories.
Deimos did as told and hung his coat and hat up. He wandered to the sofa, carefully sitting down. He sat stiffly at first, his back straight and shoulders square, his feet centered on the floor. And then, like someone flicked a switch, he just sank into the leather couch—back slouched, his legs strewn about, his head tilted back, closed eyes. He even went so far to reach up and undo his hair tie and let his hair fall down to his shoulders. Deimos couldn’t help it, the furniture seemed so welcoming and this was the first time he sat down since this morning.
A deep bruise was forming on his face, and it still pounded with pain, although, thankfully, the pain had dulled in comparison to before. It was pretty weak looking, for a highly skilled spy. His father probably wouldn’t recognize him -or would pretend Deimos wasn’t his son- considering here Deimos was, vulnerable and lying on the enemy’s comfortable sofa like this.
Soon the tea was ready and at a rolling boil. Cameron grabbed out a couple mugs and prepared the tea, one with a lot of cream and honey, and one with just sugar and a drop of cream. He had no idea how his “guest” wanted his tea, so Cameron just did his best. He also grabbed a thick bag of peas, bringing it all into the sitting room without much trouble.
He plopped the cold bag onto Deimos’ head to wake him up, while also soothe the bruise with the shards of ice that had flown off.
(sorry it’s short!)
(Is this too short? I thought I had more time than I did because something was happening, then my class suddenly started and I couldn’t type much else. I can edit it if you’d like?)
(You’re good, sorry for the late reply oof, I might be a little absent for the next couple days but hopefully I’ll be back to being more consistent by the weekend)
Deimos startled, nearly jumping out of his seat when the cold bag landed on his face, but stopping himself and making himself sit back again not a moment later. He glanced at Cameron for half a second before slowly adjusting the frozen bag of peas on top of his forming bruise. “Thank you,” Deimos mumbled softly, then shifted to lift his legs and fold them underneath himself and closed his eyes once again, while tilting his head back and slouching into the cushions.
It was a little puzzling, how he ended up in this situation. Relaxing on the couch owned by a man he planned to kill in the future. It occurred to Deimos that now might very well be a perfect opportunity to finish his job. He could wait until Cameron slept, then sneak into his room and put a bullet in his head. It would be easy, yet Deimos didn’t really like that plan because A, Cameron was helping him take care of his bruises and giving his a place to rest, and B, Deimos certainly didn’t have the strength to stay up until midnight to kill Cameron, then have to hide the body before daybreak.
(that’s alright! I understand.)
Cameron grunted softly and pushed the cup of tea he prepared into the other man’s hands. “I don’t have any coffee, so tea will have to do for you. I hate coffee.” Cameron sat back in his seat, sipping his own sweet, tasty concoction of spice, cream, and honey. “I wasn’t sure how you liked it, either.”
As Deimos rose the cup slightly just to hold it correctly, the strong scent of the tea flooded his senses. It smelled precisely of Cameron’s own soft, slightly musky smell, his smell almost a replication of it. It was really quite strange, if one was thinking about it.
Cameron shifted slightly in his seat, setting his half-empty cup of steaming tea on his thigh, glancing at the other man with a slight, analytical look. He didn’t know what to think of him, really.
“Tea is great,” Deimos replied softly, gratefully accepting the cup. The smell was delightful, Deimos took a moment just to breathe it in. Deimos sunk into it, seeming to relax even more on the sofa. He took a cautious sip, wary of the temperature, and let out a little hum. He didn’t mind the heat of the tea, its taste overruled that. “It’s good,” Deimos told Cameron softly as he glanced up, then blew gently on the hot tea in hopes of speeding up the process of it cooling down.
Deimos shifted the cold bag on his face before chewing his lip. He glanced at Cameron again before he said softly, “You can call me Dee.” It wasn’t his actual name, technically, which was how Deimos rationalized telling Cameron. Just, after being taken in to a comfortable home when he was so tired and hurt, Deimos felt like a name was the only way he could repay that without blowing up his mission.
(ok so I have an idea? Maybe they somehow get into a really heated argument and Deimos is really almost ready to kill Cameron like he was supposed to?)
(Ooo okay, but how would they continue from there? Like long term how would they get to a point when Deimos won’t want to kill him at all/gets all starry eyed for him lmao)
(well I think that’s how we could do it? Like Deimos strikes him out of anger (or if we’re really desperate we can do angry relationship stuff but they don’t seem like the type), and the next morning or something, since Cameron wouldn’t let him leave, he apologized then told himself, “I’ll do it today!” and he stays waaay longer, telling himself that every day)
(Oooh I get it now, I like that a lot! (Also yeah I agree they don’t seem like the pair for angry relationship stuff) how should they get in an argument? Maybe Cameron tries to find out more about Deimos and then he gets all defensive? Or legit Deimos could just act super rude the next day after waking up exhausted again, maybe? Idk. Also sorta related, I was kinda thinking it might be cute if Cameron realized Deimos has sleep apnea (since typically, people with sleep apnea snore really loudly) and like maybe he buys him one of those CPAP device things (basically a mask that goes over their mouth as they sleep that keeps the airway open to help them breathe), which helps Deimos be more comfortable with Cameron on a more person-to-person level instead of assassin-to-target level lmao. Just an idea though, totally cool if we don’t use it)
(I like the latter for the pair of ideas in the arguments, and maybe Cameron’s just doing normal Cameron stuff and isn’t used to other people in the house, so he’s really noisy, and gets yelled at lmao. I also like the sleep apnea thing!)
(Ooo yes I love it! Can we get back to it then, or should we time skip?)
(Do you want to start or would you want me to?)
(I can start after Christmas?)
(Cool with me, I’m happy either way)
(I can start too if you’d prefer?)
((Heyo I’m so sorry this is super random and I’m terribly sorry to bother you, but is there a chance you would ever want to continue this? It’s completely fine if not, I totally get it! If not though, would there be a chance I could use this rp idea in another roleplay?))
(Holy wow dude! I completely forgot this, I’m gonna be 100% honest with you. I’ll read through it again and see how we can breathe life into this again; I’d love to start it again! I’m moving pretty slow with RPs rn due to the warmer weather and life things, but I’d love to give this a second shot)
((Lmao I’m about the same, I’ve been trying to get outside a bit more during the summer I’m actually going on a hike with friends super soon, so this was probably bad timing on my part oops, but yay! I would be soooo happy to continue this! I kept seeing Deimos’ character thing in my characters and figured I give this a little poke caused I missed rping with him and Cameron haha.))
(Awesome! Have fun! I just reread through the RP and a few character traits of Cameron changed throughout (like one picky one I saw is that he was characterized with a messy desk, but then his house is clean? What the heck December Emi??), but otherwise he’s really similar. I really like this idea still, and I think it can be super fun to bring back! Here, let me see if we can start us out since the RP’s fresh in my head. Also, a few of my rules changed, mostly the one on smut. A few things in my life changed, and I personally don’t feel comfortable doing smut as much as I did, so that’s no longer a thing to be required. I said “It will happen” due to maturity things, but eh whatever. I thought you’d like to know that)
It was a few days later in Casa De Cameron, and the lanky man still wasn’t too used to company. He would get startled easily by Dee, sometimes do stuff a bit too loudly, and leave without warning. It’s not that Cameron wanted to be a nuisance; He was just so used to living alone and living a regular life, that he didn’t feel comfortable enough to change it. He had lived through two phases: Living with too many people, and living with himself. Never with just a second person.
That is what he would say in response, anyway, if he knew he was being loud that morning a few days later. He was listening to music in his kitchen, humming along as he did dishes from last night’s dinner and the process of cooking breakfast. Today was a chores day, where he took care of the house and made sure everything was as clean as possible. Other aspects of his life may be messy, but his living and working spaces were not going to be as messy.
((lmao, honestly you were fine. I was rereading and kept finding little typos here and there and cringing, and just other cringe-worthy stuff that’s was just plain bad. As for smut stuff, it’s definitely up to you I could go either way. In the last rp we did, I’m pretty sure it was painfully obvious that I wasn’t good at writing it (that was actually the second time I ever wrote smut, and I wasn’t as comfortable with writing top to begin with back then) but ehh now I think I’m a lot better. So overall I’m cool with skipping it if you want to, or doing it too, that’s completely fine by me! I don’t have a preference either way, so whatever you are comfortable with!))
Deimos knew he shouldn’t be here. ‘Just one more day‘, he had told himself, but soon, that mental note turned into ‘I’ll just assassinate him tomorrow’ or ‘I’m just studying his living arrangements and habits so I can plan to kill him’. For the most part, he was very reserved and tried to keep to himself -as much as he could living with Cameron- but never cold. It wasn’t particularly bad, living with Cameron, at least during the few days he’d stayed here. But this morning was shaping up to not be another one of those days.
Deimos had woken up tired again, and he wanted nothing more than to roll over and fall back asleep—if it weren’t for all that damn noise coming out of the kitchen. Dee had been good -great, actually- about keeping his negative emotions in check. Living with Cameron, it was hard, since he didn’t really get a chance to whittle his emotions out like he usually did. Today was apparently his snapping point.
Deimos dragged himself out of the embrace of his warm blankets with lips that curled downwards and dark bags under his eyes. His normally light footsteps were irregularly heavy as he walked into the kitchen. “Why the fuck are you so loud?” He grumbled angrily, hands clenched into fists as he tried to remind himself to focus on the mission. That mantra wasn’t working as well as it usually did, today.
(Nah man, you were great!! You’re an incredible writer and I’m really pleased to have come across this RP again! I love your frickin’ charries so much dude.
I’m not quite sure how I feel about smut at this moment, since all of my RPs have been running pretty slow, so I haven’t stumbled across the situation just yet. I’m gonna assume this one’s a pretty slow burn love, and hope I don’t have to deal with the argument in my head till later lmaoo
Also, dude, same here. Hell, even love for that matter; I sucked at it. I definitely have a stronger grip on how softer more aesthetic love works, but stuff like smut is like “???”. I’ll figure it out lmaoo)
The Russian was really quite shut-off to the idea of Deimos hurting him most of the time. Sure there were moments that Cameron could most definitely say were suspicious, but he was sure not to give away too much about his home and daily life. Well, as much as allowing an outsider into his home would allot. He had mostly put a pause on his regular routine (which drove him nuts the last few days; skipping the gym was never good for him), just so he could keep an eye on Deimos. There were still weird emotions from that first conversation they had that held Cameron back from trusting him one-hundred percent.
But he wasn’t dead yet, certainly. He went on to take care of his house and look into future investments for himself. There were plenty of things to do at home anyway. Right?
Cameron startled out of his thoughts of investing and whatnot, to the angry Deimos. Fortunately for him, the footsteps had warned him of the approaching American, so he had time to pause the music and pick up a rag to wipe his hands. Cameron rose an eyebrow slightly at the exclamation, taking a moment to process what happened.
“Oh, did I wake you up?” He asked softly after his thoughts registered what happened.
