Damoria Oneshots

New Tattoo

Victoria View :

I took of my shoes and threw them in the corner somewhere.
With my arms outstretched, I dropped back and landed on my soft bed.
For a while I just lay there and stared at the ceiling.

My muscles relaxed and the pain was slowly disappearing.

That had been a long day.

My jacked, which I hadn't taken off, was probabl, wrinkling now.
Anyways, I didn't have to iron them, that was Ethan's job.
I pulled my shoulders up a little to release the tension, then I somehow got up.

The others had resumed their daily Routine as soon as we arrived. Swimming in the pool, or probably something similar like this.
But I didn't have the strength to do this.

We had had a couble of Interviews and most of the time the questions were very uncomfortable.

Again and again I had seemed so insecure and that wasn't easy either.

The photoshoots weren't without either.
Always new poses, thousands of movements.
And I was so limp, I would love to sleep.
But I could not.

Why was I so damn well equipped?

With a groan I got up and laboriously pulled my clothes on.
Instead of tight leder and latex, I just put on a long oversized T-shirt, nothing more.
I tied my hair in a simple bun.
I left the make up on, I didn't feel like going to the bathroom now.

I left my room and went to the kitchen at the end of the floor.
Thomas was there to, he held up a cup of coffee amd gave it to me.
I gave him a thankful gaze, was to exhausted to talk.

Thomas would always understand me, he was like a big brother for me.
Even if he was younger....

I sat down and nipped a little bit.
With a deep breath I ingnored the Volume that arose because Thomas and Damia had another disagreement.

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After a while I decided to do something useful.
Nothing useful in that sense, but defenitely something.
The whole other time I actually didn't use it.

After my coffee, I sat on the Couch for a while and checked my cell phone.
Chilli came to me in between amd we cuddled.
I'd brought a towel to Ethan and Thomas, but that was about it.

It was about 8 pm now and I decided to play some bass.
At that time I didn't bother anyone with it either, so I made my way to our studio.
The hallway was dark and I turned on the light , shortly afterwards I threw the door open.

Mabye a little to hastily, because Damiano and I both winced.

He touched his heart symbolically, my pulse was at 180.
I couldn't breath and my heartbeat was so fast.
I hadn't expected that now.

"Man, do you have to scare me like that!" he snapped at me.

"Says the one who snuck in here without saying anything!"

"This is our studio, I can be here whenever I want. What are you doing here anyways?"

"What am I doing here ? Oh, I have to think about it....what am I doing in my music studio where music is played and where my bass guitar is ?
I want to play you Idiot ! "