Lᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Mᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ? {PAFP} {HOMOSEXUAL ROMANCE} {SEMI-ADVANCED}

[lɐɔıƃollI]

Donnie Smith, a rich twenty-four year old gentleman, looked out the window from one of his drawingrooms. The television was on, and annoucing that it was two feet deep in snow anywhere you went. Donnie himself was watching the many white dots fall fast from the sky. All his servants had left a few days before, as he had insisted that they spend the next few weeks somewhere warmer. He himself couldn't go, for work still had to be done, and his sister had refused to go.
Isabella Smith, Donnie's younger sister, was seated at the couch and was finishing up her homework. Winter break had just started for her, and so now she was finishing all her homework so she could spend the last week or two without any worries.
'Brother,' Isabella says suddenly, looking up from her homework, 'Why aren't you in love?'
Donnie laughed as he turned to face her, saying, 'You know as well as I do that no one could love a monster like me. Why, Ms. Bell even called off our marriage, just because she couldn't stand having to love a monster like me.'
Isabella frowns, which was unusual for a girl like her, as she said, 'Oh, brother, you know she never loved you. You didn't even love her. You've been searching in the wrong places. Why, I doubt if love came and slapped you in the face, you'd notice it. And besides, with that way you act aroud people, how shy you get, that's no way to make friends. You need to act with them as if they were me!'
Donnie just shakes his head, saying,'Sister, let us drop this pointless arguement. I will go make you hot chocolate if you wish.'
Isabella nods, and so Donnie turns and walks out the room into the large hallway, beginning to walk to the kitchen.

OOC: So this is a romance roleplay. You are a young man who stumbles upon the Smith's mansion, sick, and is cared for by Donnie and his sister. You soon find yourself in love with Donnie (sorry, Isabela isn't a choice, this is a Homosexual romance anyways), and let's see where it goes from there.

[-Demon Mudkip-]

Damion Striker sttumbled down the street. He was a mess, a shadow of the man he previously was. His Siblings and grandmother had thrown him out with just his skin, bones, and the clothes on his back. His dark brown eyes were filled with a mix of determination and a lack of hope. His chocolate brown hair was filty and soaked. He looked around. He frowned. Snow, snow, and more snow. Great. He thought sourly. He started anouther fit off coughing, this one almost driving the young man to his knees. He closed his eyes, trying to drive the freezing cold wind away. He searched through his mind and thought of one of his favorite song, hoping that it would help him keep going. He let out a breath and drove forward, pushing against all of the wind and snow.

[» ıи¢øgиıтø {inactive}]

wait so it has to be a guy or a woman? cuz if it's a girl then my girl's name is Carly.

[lɐɔıƃollI]

Donnie made the hot chocolate, then walke out the kitchen into the dining room. He looked out the window and thouogh he saw a figure, walking, stumbling in the snow, but he blinked and shook his head. He walked into the large hallway, then into the drawingroom. He set the mug on the tableand handed his sister a cup before he returned back to the window. He blinked again. He was sure he saw someone....
Turning to look at his sister, he says, 'I'm going to go check on something.'
His sister, nodding, looked up at her brother, smiled, then looked down at her homework.
Donnie went into the hallway and paused infront the door, opening a closet to put his jacket on. He lingered for a moment before he took another and then he closet the closet. He opened the door and walked onto the front porch, then into the snow, and paused. He looked for the figure and, spotting it, he began to walk in that direction.

[-Demon Mudkip-]

Damion took another step, leaving a long track in the snow. He should have been able to almost run over the top crust of the snow, but hunger and sickness had already taken it's toll on his body. He let out yet another fit of coughing, falling to the ground. He was complelty out of breath and his vision was blured. He heard a sound and looked up. All he could see other then the snow was a the outline of a dark figure walking towards him. It was too tall and shaped wrong to be a woman. "Pa?" He managed. His father had been killed ten years ago in a car crash, but the figure almost looked just like him. Before he could stand to greet the figure, his head fell in the snow. He was out cold, literally.

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Donnie knew he wasn't seeing things when the figure fell. He then rushed to it's side, and noticed that it was a man, and attractive one at that. He blushed at theese thoughts despite himself, and he threw the coat over the man. Crouching by the man, he slung his arm over his shouldersand rose, lifting the man with him. He shifted the position of the man then, and began to half-drag half-carry the man.
Reaching the house, he opened the door and called for his sister. She rushed to his side and gasped at the man.
'Get a room ready for him, Isabella. Make sure that the bed is close to the fire, so that he can warm up. I feel almost no body heat from him. I'll carry him up then. We'll decide the rest after that,' Donnie instructs.
His sister nods and rushes up a set of stairs, disapearing into a hallway. Donnie follows, and finds a door open. He set the man on the bed and lays him out, and then elps his sister start a fire.
'Who is he, Donnie? Do you know him?' Isabella asks.
Donnie shakes his head, 'No, sister.'
Isabella studies the man, then exclaims, 'Oh! The poor thing looks a bit thin, brother! Shall I make something for him?'
Donnie nods, grunting, 'Nothing too fancy, now. We don't know when he'll be able to eat. For now, just make him soup. And then some warm milk and a warm biscut. I'm not sure if he's sick, but in the morning I'll go fetch the doctor.'
His sister nods and rushses out the room, leaving Donnie alone. The rich man studies the figure on the bed, then he sits in a chair by the fire and begins to watch the flames flisker, occasionaly poking it with a poker.

[-Demon Mudkip-]

Damion could sence that movement was happening all around him. Am I dead? Is this what the other side is like? Dark and lonely? He wondered. No. I can still feel my body rooted to the earth. He thought with certanty. Then who was the man? He wasn't father. And why would he help me, of all people? So many questions, so little answers. The darkness swirled in fornt of his closed eyes and her could feel himself starting to warm back up. He could no longer feel the icy snow and he could hear the craking of flames, so he guessed the man had taken him inside. Inside where, though? He could have taken his to the police station for tresspassing or even acussed him of theft.

[lɐɔıƃollI]

Isabella came in holding a tray with everything DOnnie had asked for on it. She set it on the table and stood beside her brother, looking at the man.
'I wonder how old he is?' Isabella thinka allowed.
Donnie shrugs, saying, 'I'm more curious as to what his name is, and why he was idiotic enough to be outside whule it was snowing like this.'
Isabella looks at her brother, than the man, and says, 'I wonder--'
'No,' Donnie cut her off.
Isabella pouts, asking, 'How do you know what I was going to ask?'
Donnie shrugs, saying, 'I've been responsible for you for a couple years now, and I've known you since I was seven. I just know.'
Isabella nods, walking over to the bed. Then She frowned, saying, 'These clothes are nasty. He smells like a wet dog.'
Donnie smiles, asking jokingly, 'You can bathe and change him if it bothers you that much.'
Isabella jumps, turning to face her brother, 'That's cruel! Cruel cruel! But the least you could do was leave him some clothes to chang einto later.'
Donnie looks at her, and she sighs and walks out. Donnie looked at the man and tilted his head at him. This man was so strange. Appearing at his house in a snowstorm, probably sick.
Isabella came in and set a change of clothes on the table, then looked at her brother, saying, 'I'm going to go to sleep. Don't do anything to him.'
Donnie grinned at her, saying, 'Why, I'm not you. I wouldn't ever think of something like that.'
Isabella gasps, blushing, then calms, saying, 'You know, I didn't mean it that way. Besides, he doesn't look my type. I'm more for funny, adventurous, and blonde.'
With that, she walked out the room and into the hallway, going to her own room.
Donnie sat in the chair, watching the man. He wasn't going to leave him here alone. The man might wake up later that night, and Donnie wasn't sure about how the man would react to this place.

[-Demon Mudkip-]

Damion could hear two distinct voices , one female and the other male, probably the man he had seen. He heard the door shut and assumed he probably wasn't in a jail cell. He felt his eyelids flick and was thrown into a world of color and light. He groaned as his eyes bruned from the sudden brightness of the room. He was on a bed and he could smell burning. The fire in the room. He saw the man sitting in a chair, watching him like a hawk. He rolled on his back, struggiling to sit up.

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Donnie, seeing that the man had awoke, stood up and took a step closer, ready to help the man. He began thinking about what he should say, then he managed to come up with something.
Donnie began with, 'Hello. I am Donnie Smith. My sister, Isabella Smith is sleeping at the moment. You are in one of the guest rooms in the Smith household. I had seen you fall, and so brought you in here. You may stay here until you see yourself fit to return to your home. During that time period, me and Isabella would be more than glad to get you anything. Food is here, a change of clothes, and there is a shower attached to this room. I will also get the doctor in the morning, if you wish.'

[-Demon Mudkip-]

Damion nodded. "Thank you, Donnie." He said, his voice rough from the cold. "My name is Damion Striker." He scooted in the bed, just able to sit up. He yawned a little, but he wasn't as tired as he had been when he blacked out. And the man was deffinatly not his father. His father had had white blond hair and startling greens eyes, while this man was quite the opposite. Brown hair and Bright Blue yes gave him a very serious look, while all his father had ever doner at home was drink and play poker on the internet.

[lɐɔıƃollI]

'Nice to meet you Daimon,' Donnie says, 'Now, would you rather me stay here or go? Or would you rather have my sister look after you now She's a pretty thing and I'm sure a man like you would liked to be watched over by her.'
His face grows stern, 'If you do wish for her to come though, nothing funny, or I'm afriad I'll have to kick to you out. Literally.'
Then his face loosens back up and he kind-of smiles before he looks around the room, then turns to the fire and pokes it a bit with the poker to make it roar back up.

[-Demon Mudkip-]

"Don't worry. I'm not the kind of guy who dare to do that kind of thing." Damion said, chuckling almost silently. His eyes glowed for a second before falling dull. He blinked thinking for a moment. "I would prefure it if you stayed, but if you need to sleep, I'm alright alone." He said, the ghost of a smile on his lips. Damion twisted his head side to side until he heard a satisfying pop and his vertabre slipped back into place.

[lɐɔıƃollI]

'I'm fine,' Donnie says, putting the poker up and rising from the crouching position he was in.
'I'll find some time somewhere to sleep. Do you need anything? Can I help you with anything?' he asks, sitting back in the chair and looking and Daimon before turning his head back to the flames. His sister wouldn't be at all mad at him for not waking her when Daimon woke. She, being the optismist she was, would just be happy that Daimon awoke. He never really had to worry about her being sad, because she could find something good in anything.

[-Demon Mudkip-]

"I think I'm good." Damion said before getting into another fit of coughing. When he looked back up, his eyes were tearing up. He took it a shallow breath before letting out one more cough. If there had been anything in his stoumach it would have probably ended up on the ground. Damion closed his eyes and forced himself to breath normally.