02//young god

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the year 1920, ogygia

The curly haired boy arose and his eyes landed on Luke. The strange boy gave a dimpled smile, and licked his lips.

"Hey baby, how you doing? I'm Irwin. Ashton Irwin." the boy flirted as he stood up. Luke shifted in his seat, Ashton used strange a strange accent when he spoke.

"I am Luke, son of the titan atlas." Luke smiled, "What part of Greece are you from?"

Ashton laughed, "New York City." A smirked danced upon the curly haired boys lips.

"I do not know what that is." Luke trailed off, clearly confused. When he turned around, Ashton was already at the shoreline.

Luke chased after Ashton, not wanting the stunning man to leave him here alone once more.

"Where am I?" Ashton asked.

"This is Ogygia. My home. I have been cursed to live here forever, I will never die here. You will not either."

Ashton eyed the young god. Luke seemed easy enough to take advantage of, he was probably lonely from being isolated on the island for so long. Ashton could just leave after he did like.

"If you want to go to heaven you should fuck me tonight." Ashton said, pushing Luke against a palm tree.

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