of course he couldn’t… he never wanted to be home. if not there then whatever bar would serve him. if not there then it was his home; the library to be more specific, but only so long as damien was in there with him. ( this wasn’t their first rodeo )
damien follows along behind, making sure to remind himself a few times that he needs to be up in the morning for a call with a client about a website. this visit could only be so long, but knowing the two of them, something was going to end up drawn out.
‘ you do know that this is getting to be a bit regular– you coming by in the dead of night like this. one of these days, lucien’s going to figure out you’re here. ‘
ROBERT WOULD IMMEDIATELY TURN AROUND IN THE DOORWAY, resting his shoulder and one arm against the door frame as he faces Damien. ❝Then let him find out. What are we hiding? Fuck, Damien, we’ve been doing this shit since high school, before Marilyn. This isn’t some scandalous love triangle we know we’re not supposed to be in,❞ he sighs, running a calloused hand over his face tiredly.
❝If you want to keep things how they are now, that is FINE, entirely. The sex is great. It feels good. But just know that…❞ he clears his throat.
❝…. Don’t remember if I’ve ever told you before, but I love you.❞ GOD, this was tacky. Here he was, drunk in the entrance to Damien’s library, THIRTY YEARS after they first started seeing each other, everything was still just flings, one night stands as Robert would swing by Damien’s door at odd hours, to do nothing more than ASK for sex, then leave. It is what Damien wanted, he supposed. Things were different in high school where they were both emotionally vulnerable and cuddle to sleep and Damien would try to prevent Robert from harming himself while drunk, most of the tenderness seemed to fade with time, the ten-year gap between them having emptied their need for anything further than aftercare, at least from how it felt.
❝So, let him find out. I wouldn’t care.❞ ( He cares immensely. )
SOBER. Robert && tattoos.
I like to think that Rob has always been sort of reckless with his body. If he wants to so something, he will do it, even if it were against others’ better judgement. This goes with inking his body as well. He has a multitude of tattoos– the majority of them on his arms, mainly surrounding his biceps. Though he has two that are the most prominent to him: the cultist symbol on his left hand, and a back mural.
Both tattoos date back to approximately the late nineties/early 2000’s. Robert detests the one on his hand; linking it back to long-repressed memories and ‘hatred’ for Joseph, though he doesn’t have the fundings or heart to actually get it removed.
The back mural is rather tacky and large; reaching from his shoulder blades to the small of his back. It’s a wolf on a cliffside howling at the moon. Yup. And he loves that damn thing; having tens of hours and thousands of dollars put into each and every detail and its coloring. Robert is very attached, having a positive connection ( and a lack of taste ) to it and is likely to get defensive if someone negatively comments on it.
He has a few others but I’ll get more into them later, as they’re more meaningless or silly.
