The Lords against DJ

DJ in the robe

Despite the change of scenery, atmosphere and the foresight of their future actions, which were more defined after a thorough explanation by the detective, Lord Yael was still stuck where he was many hours ago after their successful reach to the gravel path. It would not go wrong if said that he felt awestruck at the beautiful, beautiful boy he had ever seen in his life and felt possessive as hell as well at the same time in a short period where he feasted on his rescuer with his dark eyes.

The man had a fair share of beautiful, attractive people in his life that he had seen and spent time with but all of them lost his interest the moment they threw themselves at him for his attention. Yael liked people who possessed more than just regular beauty in them, he preferred elegance style and confidence that made a person unique and exclusive as themselves. But never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that a soaking wet, sweaty, heavily and badly disguised, round yet so soft and fragile, depressed and distressed, stammer and the most quickly pink turning detective would steal his stone cold heart right from his heavily guarded cage of dark aura.

That is some sort of sorcery, isn't it?

But here he was sat on a log of an old tree near the gravel path, watching the said detective, a little far in the distance, waddling slow and steadily after a large sized blue and black butterfly that flew every few seconds from one flower to another, fluttering her alluring wings in the warm wind.

The culprit of his heart didn't stop in his subconscious ministrations though, the detective came back with the intention of making an attempt on Yael's mind peace when he changed out of his heavy attire and came out as fragile and soft as his facial feature reflected him to be.

The Lord had sucked in a harsh breath and averted his gaze when the boy came out all clean, with wet long hair and quite an attractive body, and quietly stole another part of Yael without consent.

Oh how mad the Lord of Pyro was......

Swiping his dark gaze across the thick forest, just so he wouldn't stare at the boy more than his ego could except, the man took in the natural beauty around him as he snapped a bunch of twigs in his hands ruthlessly but damned be his mind when it compelled him to take a quick glimpse at the detective once again.

And Yael found it difficult not to oblige for the first time in his life.....and why wouldn't it be when the boy made it practically hard.

Jerry was now cladded in a single layer of clothing, a long maroon embellished robe that reached below his boots and had mixed with the dirt on the ground, a large scarf made out of thin material that rested around his shoulders and a turban sewn with multiple jewels and tassels that gave him a look of goddess resting on his head. DJ had grown his longer in the past few months, not having a chance to cut his growing locks, the boy had pulled them up into a messy bun under the headwear but that didn't stay up as he wanted it to be and had cascaded down in form of wavy strands.

All and all, he looked like a dishevelled doll and Yael was liking a doll for once in his life.

Recollecting his memories and successfully diverting his attention, Yael went back to the time when he straight away rejected anything remotely close to colours that he would put on his body when they decided to switch on a disguise for the start of the journey towards Malia. The face DJ made was hilarious, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouty, which had Yael cracking up inside but his demeanour remained unfazed as if stoned in a place forever.

"B-But...." DJ had started with his doe eyes filled, with utter confusion and question, flinching away from his bag when Yael threw the dark green, embellished robe on the opened bag harshly and roared a loud 'NO'.