Persephone: Leonidas' Domina

12- Leonidas

Leonidas stared at his friend as the male got another tattoo on his back, the red panther tattoo being his neck being the only red thing in the sea of black creatures and words.

The man doing the tattoo, a Dionysus Familia, by the name of Stratos, a friend of Loukas made him felt a bit uncomfortable because of his way of speaking and numerous rings on his nose but there was nothing he could tell Loukas to change the male's mind on him.

Leonidas felt his eyes stray again to the red tattoo on Loukas' back, a little bit of jealousy filling him.

Of course, he can flaunt his body and abs while I cannot for fear for losing my own head.

As he saw the male stop and the needle being lifted off Loukas' skin, he felt himself heave a sigh of relief, the turmoil in his head taking a break.

Loukas sighed, standing up and flexing his shoulder, the new phoenix bird tattoo on his back very wide and visible as he faced the Stratos, speaking a language that Leonidas never understood.

It was a language spoken between Dionysus Familias only, and it is known everywhere that they were the only ones to speak it because of the aftereffect of them inhaling the smoke of a herb they used a lot.

A herb that helped them hallucinate, keep calm and party excessively.

A herb that Leonidas had made Loukas swore never to take after the male tried forcing himself on someone after inhaling it.

He saw the seven rings male smile and look at him, speaking rapidly in their language and saw Loukas frown, saying something back with an almost angry side in his tone as Stratos raised his hand and began to back away, taking his bag and walking out of the lounge room.

Loukas turned to Leonidas who let out another sigh and smiled, his voice oddly soft, "I have no idea why you came and watched Leonidas. I know the thought of being drawn on makes you uneasy."

Leonidas crossed his legs, his fingers drumming on the arms of the chair he sat on as he spoke, "What was he saying?"

Loukas was crouching on the floor now, staring up at his friend. "That he wanted to draw on you because you have the beauty of a white canvas."

Leonidas felt bile rise up his throat but managed to squeak it out. "Me?"

"Yes."

"Why did he not ask me then?"

Loukas raised an eyebrow. "Because you do not like it, and I know how much you like your skin, I see you stare at it everyday, and it suits you, being pure."

"I know you are just thinking that I am weak and I cannot take the pain and -"

"No." Loukas cut in immediately, holding his friends cold hands. "That is not what I thought. Why do you keep acting like this?"

Leonidas bit his lower lip, retracting his hand from his friend and continued his nervous tapping on the armchair. "Nothing."

Loukas knew that was not the truth and though he did not know what the exact problem was, Leonidas did.

After the party, after her, after she had left him on the edge of that lake and vanished, Leonidas' dreams increased to a tenfold.

She was everywhere.

The brown eyed girl.

He heard her laugh, could almost smell the smoke of the lava beneath, felt the white haired male silver eyes gaze burn him from within, felt the darkness strangle him till he could not breathe and woke up gasping for air.

He knew, Leonidas just knew that it was Her.

If he could meet her, talk to her, maybe the dreams would stop, maybe she would tell him what was going on and maybe smile at him, but he did not know what to do.