◯ ¢яуѕтαℓ вαℓℓ ◯ {Greyson}

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Cameron was torn between identifying himself and just moving on. Something about Sasha drew him to him, though. Pulled him closer to the light. He took a step forward.

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

Sasha felt the step, heard it, and shifted away. He turned around, staring at him with a raised brow. "Did you change your mind?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"No... I, uh." Cameron paused and sighed. "It's me. Cameron. From Dahn Motor Services. You came in to drop off your car today?"

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

He recognized the voice now, the body. "Yes, you are." His lips quirked into a smile. "Would you like to take a seat, Cameron?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"I... Yes, I guess," he said. Not the best answer to the offer, but all he could manage at the time. He walked forward and offered him a smile. "Thank you."

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

Sasha turned away and trotted up his porch stairs, body swinging for Cameron's viewing pleasure. Even when he was supposed to be relaxed and easy with his body, he treated it like nothing more than a shell, something that others enjoyed and that he simply survived.

He gestured to the chair opposite of his and dropped gracefully down, sitting daintily on the edge of the rocking-chair.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Cameron came over and sat down. The light from the porch shone down on his body, revealing every muscle that was defined by the shadows on his bare chest. Strong arms, defined abs. And then there was the tree tattooed over his heart, the roots and branches forming a celtic knot.

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

The only tattoo you could see right now was the one on his arm, and even that was mostly hidden. You could see the scars on the inside of Sasha's wrist before he turned his hand to the side and hid his tattoo, and the scars. He had to resist the urge to lick his lips and purr like - well - a happy cat. He leaned back, crossing his legs, tilting his head.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Cameron watched him, his eyes curious. He'd noticed the scars on Sasha's wrist. There was as plain as day, impossible to mistake. He didn't mention them, though. Because... well, that would be rude. "I didn't know you lived so close."

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

He smiled. It made his face more beautiful than it already was, and his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners. "I knew, I just didn't expect you to go for a jog."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

He gave a soft laugh. "I didn't expect to go for a job," Cameron said. "It was sort of a spur of the moment thing."

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

"Couldn't sleep?" He picked up a bottle of water, twisted the cap and offered both the cap and the bottle, having to lean forward to do so. You could see the glimmer of nipple-piercings as he bent forward, and could see, faintly, the artwork on his chest.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Cameron blinked and quickly averted his eyes. He took the bottle from him and took a sip. "I can never sleep," he admitted.

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

Sasha picked up his cup of green tea and took a gentle sip. "I find it hard to rest."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"May I inquire why?" Cameron asked. Stupid question, because Sasha would probably return it and then he'd have to lie, or at least fudge the truth.

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

"I find it hard to relax," Sasha corrected himself, with another sip of tea, "And you can't fall asleep with knots in your back as big as bowls."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Have you tried getting massages? Yoga?" Cameron suggested.

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

"I do yoga and martial arts. Tai-Chi too." He smiled, faintly. It had lost it's glimmer, it's striking, seductive charisma, but somehow, it only made his face more attractive. No makeup this time, just his skin, flawless and pale. Like milk poured into a cup. "But I don't like people's hands on me," Sasha continued, setting the half-empty cup of tea on the small table beside his chair, "So I don't get massages."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Ah," Cameron said. "I'm terribly sorry to hear that, then. I'm afraid massages and yoga can't solve my problems, either."

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

"Try Tai-Chi," Sasha mused idly, playing with his hair. Making thin braids out of it, tying it with hairties that seemed to always been on his wrists, then moving onto another section, "I find it to calm me down, if not make me fall asleep."