Kevin lets out a little sigh as he walks the streets of Saigon. He knows Khoi doesn't approve of his relationship with someone who was, technically, over a thousand years older than him, but he sees the darkness in Arsenius' eyes and the sadness lurking in his heart. He doesn't know everything about the magical being; the warlock is quite secretive when it comes to his personal life, but Kevin wants to be the person to turn darkness to light and twist sadness to some shred of happiness.
He figures it'll be a lot of work. It took eight months in their relationship for Arsenius to admit he lost someone dear to his heart; however, he'd yet to name the mysterious man from his past. Kevin's seen pictures from time to time littered in the spacious apartment Arsenius owns in Saigon, but still, no name. Sometimes, the Vietnamese boy wonders what the warlock could see in him, and occasionally asks it, but in response, Arsenius would send sparkles around his countenance and say, “your beauty is inside, sweetheart”.
Inner beauty, at first, appears to be something Arsenius wouldn't take to consideration. He was a flamboyant man and may as well be the epitome of every gay male in the universe (though Arsenius insists he's been with women before). Everyone who meets him say he's a vain individual with no care in the world except his appearance and ruining relationships, and while the former may be true, Kevin can't see the warlock ruining relationships. ...Okay, maybe he can, but still.
If the man was every bit as vain and uncaring as people depict him to be, Kevin can't understand why Arsenius would do whatever he can to help when he has a crisis, whether it's people at school bullying him or people in general picking on him. He smiles a little when he remembers one particular incident when he was at school; Arsenius showed up from nowhere and threatened to cut off the student's dick if he so much said one negative thing towards “his adorable Khoa”.
Kevin remembers being terribly embarrassed by being called adorable, yet the student left him alone and some of the regulars who made school life hell didn't bother him either. When the boy questions Arsenius, he simply smiles and murmurs something about his connections.
Kevin decides he doesn't want to know what he means by it.
He stops at his destination and enters the building. He presses the button for Arsenius's building and the buzzer lets him in within seconds. He wonders if he's become that predictable, yet he doesn't dwell on it as he walks up the stairs. The red door with glitter sprinkled throughout it greets his eyes and Kevin tries the knob, unsurprised to find it open.
Pushing the door open, Kevin finds the warlock spread out on his couch, long legs dangling over the edge and some kind of sparkling pink liquid in a wine glass in his left hand. He was dressed in his normal attire and Kevin finds his eyes drifting to Arsenius's exposed midriff. Blushing, he sits on the leather chair across from the couch, waiting for his boyfriend to get out of his zen.
Arsenius does within a few minutes and his cat eyes un-glaze to stare at Kevin. Lips curl upwards to a predatory smirk and the man leans forward, taking a drink of whatever was in the wine glass before setting it aside. “Kevin, my love. What brings you to my humble abode?”
Kevin feels a flush heat his face and ears. He clears his throat and says, “I thought you'd be out partying.”
“Partying? It's a little early to be doing that-… Wait, I've done it earlier than this. Hm.” Arsenius swings his legs off the end and rests his elbows on his knees. His eyes look at the various pictures hanging off the walls before they flicker over to Kevin. “You didn't answer my question, sweet pea. What are you doing here?”
“Um...” Kevin runs his hands through his hair, making its already frizzled appearance even more so, and says nothing for a few beats of silence. At Arsenius's eyebrows raising in curiosity and eyes widening just a little, he concedes and mutters, “I had a fight with Khoi over my relationship with you.”
“Again?” Arsenius questions, rolling his eyes. “That boy doesn't like me, it seems. I wonder why.”
“Khoi doesn't like many people besides Nam and me,” the boy offers in response, shrugging, “but I think it's because of our huge age difference. You look to be in your late twenties and I'm sixteen. It's going to raise eyebrows no matter where we go.”
“Ah yes, age,” the warlock says, moving his index finger, pink sparkles following the movement. “Does it bother you, little boy?”
Kevin bristles at the nickname, but he knows Arsenius doesn't mean anything by it. “No, but Khoi doesn't want me to be bullied more than I already am. At least… I think that's his reasoning.”
“You think, but do you know?” Arsenius questions, making a fist, the sparkles dissipating. “No matter. You're here; why don't we do something?”
“Something? What's something?”
“Drive around the city, see the sights, maybe go to another bar.” The warlock grins a little. “Honestly, did you think I'd take you over my table and fuck you? Unfortunately, you don't seem prepared for it. Maybe when you're eighteen.”
With a wink, Arsenius downs the rest of his drink and saunters over to Kevin, wrapping long arms around his person. “What do you say, my frizzled blond hotshot?”
Kevin's face goes an impossible shade of red and he coughs. “F-Fine, but no bars. I'm not old enough yet.”
“Ooh, he's forward. I like it.”