Damien Bloodmarch and the Black rose

Rosemary

Her hands ghosted over a corset and picked it up from the shelf to inspect further. She liked the texture and choice in colour which would really compliment the dress she chose for the party she would attend. It was more of a wedding party like a bachelorettes but with less of the drinking, stupidity and other stuff. The groom would be their with his best man and friend. It was a party for a women who saved herself kind of thing and she wanted only to have a 'respectful' party. No skin showing. No fulgor behavior. Absolutely no alcohol. Not like Rosemary would be drinking anyway. She would just be paraded by the mother who hated her emo/gothic life style.

The other part was she had to have a date in order to attend. Not the bride's rule her mother's. So Rosemary did what she does best. Finding a beautiful Victorian style dress and corset to wear was a more subtle 'fuck you' to the mother. Her smile grew as she found an eye shadow pallet caught her eye. She set the corset in her small basket and grabbed it as well reading the ingredients on the back.

"It's a very good pallet. Vibrant reds and deep purple, blues and greys."

Smiling the female looked to a very tall man. His hair was long cascading black locks touching his mid chest. His attire was very Victorian style and made his body look very attractive to the shorter female. Her hair was dyed a dark purple with blue roots. Her boots where platforms adding a few inches to her yet she still was fairly smaller.

"Oh? And you have it?"

The man nodded and took the pallet opening it to the clear wrapping that protected the shadow from germs. He pointed to a few and smiled at her.

"These work very well. In fact I'm wearing them now."

Rosemary looked closely as he closed his eyes for her. Placing a hand on his cheek she grinned brightly and placed the pallet in her basket.

"I suppose I'll take it!"

The man smiled and held his hand out kindly to her. She took it and received a kiss on the back of the hand. Flattering for sure especially from him. Retrieving his lips the man offered a relaxed yet flirtatious gaze.

"I'm Damien. A pleasure to see such a fine lady."

Rosemary bowed slightly teasing him a bit.

"I am Rosemary. Pleased to meet you."

To say Damien was ecstatic about meeting such a fine lady was not at all enough. It was an understatement. When he got home Lucien noticed his shift in mood and commented on it. Once his father mentioned having met someone of interest to his romantic life. The teen grew excited and smiled at his dad.

"Did you get his number?"

Damien smiled and held up a strip of paper for his son to see.

"Her number."

Lucien raised a brow and smiled more. A female that his father had interest in and got the number off. It's more than exciting to hear especially since he hasn't seen his dad so happy to have met someone in a long time. Taking the number as his father walked to get a beverage from the refrigerator Lucien smiled and looked to Damien.

"So, you gonna give her a call or text?"

Damien took a sip of sparkling soda water and held his phone up. On the screen was his texting app and a few messages which, Lucien didn't read out of respect. 

"I already did. And she's excited to meet up with me."

Lucien smiled and sat down on a stool in the kitchen. Resting his hands on the counter top he watched his dad message the mysterious women that Lucien had no name of or a face to put with it. As if reading his son's mind Damien spoke up in a chirpy tone.