I'm single again, sorry for not updating, I've been busy and such.
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Danny sat in the living room alone, staring at the fire currently burning brightly in the fireplace. Vlad had run off without an explanation other than saying it was important and he'd be back in a few hours.
Dorian had locked himself in his room when Dominic had done something similar. Recitalist had run off as well, leaving Artiste to awkwardly return to his home.
And he, Danny, was completely alone, other than an old, fat Count. Gently, he scratched behind the cat's ear, making him purr. "You won't run off, now will you?" He asked quietly and was met with a rather loud purr and a soft meow, "of course you won't. So, like the goatee? Vlad hasn't even noticed it." This too was met with a soft meow of approval. "Thanks, you're the best cat anyone could ask for."
While the Count had cheered him up, he still let out a sad sigh; he wished it was like the old days, where Vlad would drop everything to be with him, but those were exactly it, the old days.
"You know, he did notice that goatee, it looks nice by the way," Jeremy said from behind Danny, making him jump.
"He did? Then why didn't he say anything about?" Danny asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Jeremy just rolled his eyes. "He's been busy, and I know you're going to say 'well, he's always busy', but I can guarantee, that this is WAY more important than anything else he's ever done."
"Yeah, I bet, what could be more important than spending time with me and Dorian?" Danny growled, anger showing in his blue eyes.
Sighing, Jeremy floated across to Danny, placing a cool ghost hand on the man's shoulder. "Trust me," was all he said before he disappeared.
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"Whatcha up to kiddo?" Jeremy asked, surprising a pouting Dorian.
"N-nothing," Dorian sniffled, quickly sitting up from his original position of cuddling the pillow that smelled like Dominic. "I just miss Dominic is all, I don't know why, but he just ran off without saying anything."
Jeremy nodded and sat down next to Dorian. "Don't worry, he's doing something incredibly important right now, more important than anything he's ever done pervious."
"Really? What's more important than me?" Dorian asked, tears prickling at his eyes.
"Why don't you go keep you're dad company? Vlad's run off too. Oh, and trust me," Jeremy said softly and pressed a cool kiss to the teen's cheek before disappearing.
Wiping his eyes dry, he got up and headed downstairs, it had been a long time since just he and his dad had hung out anyway.
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"I expect everything to be perfect," Vlad growled as he stalked around the hotel ballroom, ordering people around to fix this, or alter that.
"Mister Masters, this fabric or this one, for your suit," A woman asked holding up two different black fabrics.
Vlad walked over and felt the two fabrics. "This one," he said, tugging on the soft of the two. "No! I said red roses, those are pink!" He yelled stalking over to the florist, scaring the young woman out of her wits. "I specifically said dark red roses, 20 dozen to be exact, those are pink, that will not do."
"Yes, sir," she squeaked and ran off, pushing the table of roses with her.
Rapidly he snapped something in French at the cook who had run up and asked him several questions in French. "Everything must be perfect! I want this completed for tomorrow night!" He roared, causing everyone to double time as he stalked over to inspect each person's work individually.
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Dominic rushed around the ring shop, looking for the perfect ring, he couldn't have something two bit or shoddy, it had to scream Dorian, and it seemed as if the rings were silent considering that he had been here for over four hours. And the saw it, it was perfect, it was a simple platinum band with a star sapphire set in it surrounded by smaller onyx stones. "This one, I want this one right here."
"Are you sure? It is so plain. For marrying someone as impeccable as you described, perhaps something with a large diamond? Or ruby would be a better fit?" The snobby jeweler stated, gesturing to a case Dominic had already looked over several times.
"No, this is perfect, I want this one," Dominic said firmly and pointed at it, his mind was made up.
The jeweler sighed and removed the ring from the case, taking it to the back. He returned several minutes later with a small, black, velvet box, the ring inside. "Will that be credit or check?"
"Cash," Dominic said and shoved the wad of bills he pulled from his pocket at the man, surprising him. "That's more than enough, keep the extra," he grinned like a mad man and snatched the ring, running for the door.
"Ree, I need you out of the house tomarrow night," he said into his cellphone as he drove to the florist, nearly speeding.
"Why?" Recitalist asked, he too was making arrangements for his own special Christmas eve night.
Dominic rolled his eyes. "Because I'm going to ask Dorian to marry me, so, please, stay out tomorrow night."
"Fine, but you owe me one."
"I know and thanks," Dominic grinned and hung up just as he pulled in front of the flower shop. He didn't even bother opening his door, he just crawled out his open window and ran in. "I need two dozen roses!"
"We're out of red," the frightened woman behind the counter said quickly. "So, please don't ask."
"I want white, two dozen white roses, asap!" Dominic half yelled in excitement and nervousness.
The woman nodded and quickly gathered his ordered. She was more than stunned when the roses were yanked from her hands and replaced by five hundred in cash, well over the actual price. But before she could say anything, Dominic was out the door, sliding in through the open car window and driving off.
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"I need these keys copied," Recitalist said to the key smith, presenting the man with a small gold key that had to be well over a hundred years in age and another key that was considerably newer. "Want it done as fast as you can, I'll pay in cash and I'll pay you for your speed."
The man almost told Recitalist to wait like everyone else, but his words seemed to die when the redhead pulled out a large wad of bills. "Right away sir, please be seated."
'Money makes everything easier,' Recitalist thought to himself as he took a seat and waited for his keys. He had barely been sitting there twenty minutes when the man emerged from the back room, 4 keys in his hand. With a grin, he thrust the money at the man and ran off with the keys.
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