I've Come to Seek My Destiny | Closed

             §— “—- yeah, but you’re not my                        boss. he’s a stickler as is                        when it comes to how we                        act.”

   she blows an amused

      breath out from her nose, a smirk creeping       its way onto her lips. appearances are what       count at the tiny little diner, even if she’s not       really one to care what others see in her. it’s       really what she sees in them.

   she’s finished now

      with the two bowls of her homemade salad —       the fruit in there is going to taste good once       they actually sit down & eat. she’s getting       hungrier by the minute, but before she takes       them over to the island { it’s only two feet       away from them anyways }, she takes another       moment to direct her smirk & glinting eyes       towards him. delicately, she hip checks him       before picking the bowls up & turning around       to set them on the island.

             §— “—- yeah, i think i do too.                        glad you agree.”

"Well, I don't mind how you act if that makes you feel any better," said Andreas with a grin in Destiny's direction. "It sounds like your boss needs to lighten up a little bit, if you ask me."

Watching as Destiny moved to set the food she'd prepared on the island in the middle of the kitchen, Andreas couldn't help but find himself smirking at her response to his teasing comment.

Once she'd set all of the food and the dishes down, Andreas moved to her side once more. Glancing down at the food, the man grinned and moved to snake his arm around her waist once more in order to pull her closer. "I do think so, Creamsicle," he said pointedly, a mischievous grin resting on his face. "I also think that you might've gotten a little bit taller... maybe." 

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              §— “Gimme a soda. I don’t need a beer right                        now. Gotta go back downtown later today                        and get my check at the diner. I don’t                        wanna walk into the diner and act all tipsy                        in front of my boss.” 

   With a light snicker, she set the large bowl back down, reaching up and wrapping her FINGERS around the handle of the cabinet above her head and tugging it open, careful not to slam it into Andreas’ head. Carefully, she lifted two smaller bowls from their place, setting them down on the counter before lightly nudging the door back shut. As she worked to tip her handiwork into each bowl, she pursed her lips tightly, occasionally glancing over at her partner.

              §— “And about your memory: I hope I at least                       changed a little bit since I was younger.                       I don’t wanna look too young.”

Offering Destiny a small grin, Andreas nodded and moved to the fridge to grab the aforementioned soda. Raising an eyebrow at her words, however, Andreas chuckled and set it on the counter beside him before speaking. "I don't mind it when you're tipsy," murmured Andreas with a wink, though his tone was clearly teasing. 

Watching as Destiny reached up to get something from the cabinet above him, Andreas ducked slightly to give her more room to open the doors before returning to his original height a few moments later. 

"You don't look too young," answered Andreas almost immediately once Destiny finished speaking. "And you have changed quite a bit from when you were younger, Destiny," added the man with a sly grin. "You definitely have a nicer ass now."

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              §— “I’ve loved your food ever since you came by our                        camp and sold us all that ice cream. How long                        ago was that? …. Eighteen years? Come on —                        eighteen years I’ve been into the stuff you give me.”

   She was being facetious, of course. They hadn’t seen each other since then; she hadn’t given him one thought for the gap that they’d been away from each other. But they shared that knowledge; she’d bring it up if she wanted to. For now — the macaroni was important. That, and was she was currently stirring.

   While she mixed the solids, she made sure to acknowledge Andreas one last time with a little hip check and a wink. And then she turned away, finishing up her own task before setting down the bowl and moving to grab two plates.

Andreas chuckled at Destiny as she brought back memories from when he'd sold ice cream so many years ago. Of course, he'd always given all of the Romani children free ice cream - that was just a personal thing, however. He knew personally and first hand how difficult it could be to be discriminated against your entire life for your heritage. The least he could do was to try and make their days a little better with some free ice cream.

"Well, I'm glad to have made such a good impression on you, then," said Andreas finally with a chuckle, his brown eyes staying locked on Destiny. "I recognized you almost immediately, somehow. I think that's a testament to my good memory. Or, it must have been fate. Either way, I'm pretty content with it."

Eyes glimmering with amusement, Andreas kept his eyes locked on Destiny as she turned back to the food that she was preparing. Once she was done, Andreas went for the silverware and two glasses for their lunch. "Do you want a beer or soda or something? Or just water?" asked the man after a brief pause, preferring to ask rather than just decide for her. It was usually better that way, anyway.

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   Destiny only needed a few short moments to finish up what she was doing. One, two chops of the knife, and the tiny tomato split into fourths on the wooden cutting board. Setting the knife down on the counter, she cupped the fruit with her palms and dropped it into the large bowl.

   Done. Now all she had to do was mix it all together: a simple task, at best. As she wrapped her arm around the wide rim and reached for the large stirring spoon, she looked over at Andreas’ own masterpiece. It looked delicious — it probably smelled even better.

              §— “That looks amazing. How did I get so lucky to                       find a cute man who can cook? 

Andreas smiled as he glanced down at the food he'd made for their lunch. While mac and cheese was easy - perhaps a cop-out for actual cooking - he was proud of what he had made. At least it would be good, that was for sure. Though even if it hadn't, he still appreciated the opportunity to cook together with Destiny. After all, it was an opportunity to spend time with her, which he was always happy for.

When Destiny spoke, drawing Andreas' attention from the bowl of noodles in front of him, the young man turned around to look at her. Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged and shot her a wink in the process. "I don't know, Creamsicle," said Andreas finally, unable to hide his amusement.

"I think the better question would be how did I get so lucky to get a beautiful woman who likes my cooking?"

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   Multitasking — something she was very used to by now, especially when she was cooking up something to eat, or something to use. Both concoctions were edible; one was just more edible and appealing than the other. To her, they were both just as alluring; she needed both, for herself and others.

              §— “Yes, well — you yourself know that you’ll never                       get on my bad side. When was the funeral: weeks                       ago? If you haven’t gotten on my bad side at least                       once since then, it’s highly unlikely you will any time                       soon.”   

   A soft grin; a tinkling laugh; a quick tilt up and a peck to his lips, and then his body heat lessened as she moved away again.

Andreas listened in amusement as Destiny assured him that he wouldn't ever get on her bad side. "Well, I guess I'd better not jinx it then," said Andreas with a chuckle, returning her brief kiss when she approached him.

Shaking his head at her as she returned to what she was doing, Andreas glanced back at the noodles in the pot of boiling water behind him. As he continued the steps to making macaroni and cheese, Andreas thought about how far he had come since meeting Destiny. It was almost like he was a completely different person now - for the better, of course.

"And... adoi," said Andreas finally, a grin gracing his lips. "My masterpiece of a meal is complete." Sure, it was simple mac and cheese, but it was still sure to be good...hopefully.

              §— “I promise — I’ll never scare you like that again.                       If I ever get into a situation like that again, I know                       who to call, if it’s not too late for me.”   

   Her voice was muffled through his curled mess of hair, but she couldn’t — wouldn’t — care any less, pressed so perfectly against his svelte figure. Every moment she spent against him went so slowly; ticking time seemed to stop for them, so that they could enjoy each other’s company as much all the other lovers.

"Good, you'd better not," said Andreas, sighing as he closed his eyes and breathed in Destiny's scent. "Though you don't have to wait for a situation like that to call me," added the man with a chuckle as an attempt to inject humor into the serious conversation. "As I'm sure you already know."

Sighing and enjoying their embrace for a few more moments, Andreas pulled back eventually, his dark eyes moving to scan Destiny's face and expression. "I'm so lucky to have met you, Destiny. I don't think I can tell you that enough..."

"It better not be. With Miranda, and Nadia missing, we already have enough problems to deal with." Peter figured it would probably be better to just drop the issue altogether, mainly for the sake of getting along.

Plus, Destiny liked him, and she had a better judgment of people then anybody else he knew. “While that may be true, I don’t know that. Andreas, we barely know each other— other then the fact that we went to the same funeral, and you’re dating my cousin.”

"Oh believe me, I'm well aware. Whatever I can do to help, just let me know," said Andreas finally, letting out a slight breath as he thought over the events over the last couple of days. Things had certainly escalated past the point of normalcy, after all.

When Peter spoke again, Andreas' eyes snapped up to look at the boy once again, regarding his words carefully. "That's true, I suppose," said Andreas thoughtfully, realizing that he and Peter really didn't know each other that well. "Why don't we get to know each other? I'm sure Destiny would be ecstatic about it," said Andreas finally, chuckling at the thought. It wouldn't be the first time that the idea had been broached, if Andreas were being honest. Destiny may have mentioned the idea in prior conversations.

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               §— “I don’t know what you would’ve down if I was hurt                        either. Be upset, maybe cry a little; you’re so sensitive,                        after all. But let’s not think about that - Peter and I                        weren’t hurt after all, all thanks to you. We both owe you one.”

   Destiny gave him the wide and appreciative smile he deserved, snaking her arms around his familiar, slender body and pressing her shaped front against him closely. There was nothing comforted her more than her lover’s touch, especially against her neck. In return, she pressed her face into his hair and lifted her hand so that she could retain as much contact with each strand as possible.

Andreas let out a breath, deciding that he wanted nothing more than to push the terrible what-if's from his mind. All that mattered now was that Destiny was safe. That, and that there was no longer any trace of the body in her living room, thanks to a friend of Andreas' who had owed him a favor...

As Destiny pressed her face into his hair, Andreas buried his face in her shoulder, comforted by her scent and her proximity. "I love you, Creamsicle. Please don't scare me like that again," said Andreas finally, along with a weak chuckle.