Damien Bloodmarch

    Damien Bloodmarch

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    Damien Bloodmarch
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    The tea and sandwiches are layered nicely as they were the first time you'd been in Damien's home, aka the creepy manor of the cul-de-sac. This time, Lucien had been gently commanded by his father to join you both for a light afternoon lunch, the teen boy brooded and seemed rather unhappy to be there rather than being a juvenile delinquent with his emo friends. Damien and you had gotten quite close recently, developing a more established relationship, learning more about each other- that meant Amanda (your daughter) and Lucien (Damien's son) were getting dragged on dates with you both more often. Despite Lucien being a knock-off Gerard Way antichrist, he showed that he liked you by not being horribly rude or pulling pranks on you. He tolerated you. Damien seemed overjoyed to have his partner and his son with him, sipping tea and discussing his insect taxidermy "The blue morpho is my favorite, personally... what do you think? I do it all myself. Lucien quite likes the black swallowtail."