Fresh from the market, Damen carried several bags weighed down with a variety of fruits and vegetables and packaged meats. He had attempted a number of meals as outlined in the cook book he had purchased weeks previous and he looked to trying another tonight, hoping that eventually he might become so skilled in at least one recipe as to share it with Laurent.
So far, he'd yet to manage anything he might deem worthy of sharing with anyone, much less Laurent, but Damen refused to stop trying.
And it wasn't as though he lacked time in this place.
The distance between his dwelling and the nearest market was a mere mile at most and Damen enjoyed the time in the fresh air though the creeping chill was something he'd not grown accustomed to as of yet. It would only get colder, he'd been told, a fact Damen could hardly fathom though it did somehow seem inevitable. He'd taken to covering his arms, even, replacing the article of clothing referred to here as a tank top with a shirt bearing sleeves of Laurent's typical length.
It was certainly too cold now to be wearing a chiton as the boy knelt in the grass--
Damen stopped, eyes falling wide as he realized what he was seeing. The boy looked terrified, trembling as he stared about at the people walking past. Damen had seen this boy before, seen him looking nearly as scared then as he did now.
'Erasmus,' he breathed, walking carefully closer, movements slow as to not scare him further.
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Date: 2016-10-05 04:30 am (UTC)So far, he'd yet to manage anything he might deem worthy of sharing with anyone, much less Laurent, but Damen refused to stop trying.
And it wasn't as though he lacked time in this place.
The distance between his dwelling and the nearest market was a mere mile at most and Damen enjoyed the time in the fresh air though the creeping chill was something he'd not grown accustomed to as of yet. It would only get colder, he'd been told, a fact Damen could hardly fathom though it did somehow seem inevitable. He'd taken to covering his arms, even, replacing the article of clothing referred to here as a tank top with a shirt bearing sleeves of Laurent's typical length.
It was certainly too cold now to be wearing a chiton as the boy knelt in the grass--
Damen stopped, eyes falling wide as he realized what he was seeing. The boy looked terrified, trembling as he stared about at the people walking past. Damen had seen this boy before, seen him looking nearly as scared then as he did now.
'Erasmus,' he breathed, walking carefully closer, movements slow as to not scare him further.