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Chris chuckled at Angel’s nervousness, “Okay, do want to see anything else or back to the hotel?” He asked as they walked from the house back to the motorcycle, keeping his arm around Angel since he seemed a little paranoid.

“I rather go back to our hotel room,” Angel responds lightly nervous. He straddles the bike, starting it up. “Time to roll,” the boy announced as he pulled out of the driveway and En route to the hotel. This was some trip so far.
Chris got on the back right behind Angel, holding him tight as he normally would. He buried his face deep into the back of his husbands shoulder blade. He wasn’t paying much attention to the scenery but he didn’t really care, he was kind of tired after tuning around all day. It was already sunset and he was defiantly still on New York time.
Angel gently speeds through the near empty roads, admiring the view. The wind blew furiously in his curly hair. The smell of the Athenian breeze sweet in its wake. It’s good to be home after more than a decade. In 15 minutes time, the couple were already back in their room. Angel carried Chris around since he felt bone tired from the day they had.

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Chris nodded slightly, “I would love to see them! I wasn’t aloud to get any when I was alive, Eric and the rest of my family never approved of them” he sighed but perked up at the thought of seeing the tattoos nowadays, the ones back then were nice but I bet these are beautiful.

Angel felt a little shy about revealing his body to anyone, but he gained some confidence. And so, the mortal unlaced the sash of his blue robe, exposing his shoulder with one tattoo. “This was my first one; the star sign I was born under-Aries, the first of the zodiac.” He doesn’t believe in horoscopes that much, but it was interesting. “The next one is a peacock down my back,” Angel turned around showing his back to the spirit.
Chris’s jaw dropped slightly, “Wow, they are beautiful” he studied the details of the zodiac tattoo carefully before Angel turned around showing his back that was partially cover by a beautiful peacock. “Wow, these are a million times better then the ones in my time”
“The peacock was a tribute to my late mother since she loves those birds,” Angel informed Chris as he put his robe back on. “Lastly, my Dragon tattoo, the latest one.” The boy turned around to face Chris only expose his left thigh. A bright blue/green dragon appears to encircle his upper left thigh. “It’s a very long story behind this one.”
“Thats beautiful” Chris studied the dragon, he was tempted to touch it but just the thought itself made him blush slightly. “Long story hm? Well I’m already dead and I dont sleep so why dont you tell me?”
“Alright,” Angel replied as he was trying find some way to word this. “So there was a crystal dragon that’s capable of saving earth from an evil entity. It needs a human sacrifice in order for it to activate and combine with the 12 aurameres, thus creating a super weapon to wipe out any major threat. That human sacrifice was me, but I wouldn’t say sacrifice since I was willing to save the planet. Since the evil creature arose, my friends and allies battle his league of warriors. In the end, I combined with the crystal destroying the creature and its goons one and for all.” The crystal Dragon looks exactly like Angel’s tattoo.

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Chris nodded slightly, “I would love to see them! I wasn’t aloud to get any when I was alive, Eric and the rest of my family never approved of them” he sighed but perked up at the thought of seeing the tattoos nowadays, the ones back then were nice but I bet these are beautiful.

Angel felt a little shy about revealing his body to anyone, but he gained some confidence. And so, the mortal unlaced the sash of his blue robe, exposing his shoulder with one tattoo. “This was my first one; the star sign I was born under-Aries, the first of the zodiac.” He doesn’t believe in horoscopes that much, but it was interesting. “The next one is a peacock down my back,” Angel turned around showing his back to the spirit.
Chris’s jaw dropped slightly, “Wow, they are beautiful” he studied the details of the zodiac tattoo carefully before Angel turned around showing his back that was partially cover by a beautiful peacock. “Wow, these are a million times better then the ones in my time”
“The peacock was a tribute to my late mother since she loves those birds,” Angel informed Chris as he put his robe back on. “Lastly, my Dragon tattoo, the latest one.” The boy turned around to face Chris only expose his left thigh. A bright blue/green dragon appears to encircle his upper left thigh. “It’s a very long story behind this one.”

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Chris chuckled at Angel’s nervousness, “Okay, do want to see anything else or back to the hotel?” He asked as they walked from the house back to the motorcycle, keeping his arm around Angel since he seemed a little paranoid.

“I rather go back to our hotel room,” Angel responds lightly nervous. He straddles the bike, starting it up. “Time to roll,” the boy announced as he pulled out of the driveway and En route to the hotel. This was some trip so far.

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Chris nodded slightly, “I would love to see them! I wasn’t aloud to get any when I was alive, Eric and the rest of my family never approved of them” he sighed but perked up at the thought of seeing the tattoos nowadays, the ones back then were nice but I bet these are beautiful.

Angel felt a little shy about revealing his body to anyone, but he gained some confidence. And so, the mortal unlaced the sash of his blue robe, exposing his shoulder with one tattoo. “This was my first one; the star sign I was born under-Aries, the first of the zodiac.” He doesn’t believe in horoscopes that much, but it was interesting. “The next one is a peacock down my back,” Angel turned around showing his back to the spirit.

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"Sounds good" Chris stood from the chair and waited for Angel to pat Defoe wrapping his arm around Angel’s waist and walked with him back outside. "Would you like to drive or shall I?" He asked as he faced Angel and put boy his hands on his hips and kissed his nose.

Angel giggled coyly as he felt that tiny kiss on his nose. “I’m fine now, so I can drive.” The younger man walked over to the motorcycle with Chris in hand. Besides, he would like to show his husband that one place where he grew up. As the bike revved up, the couple was already on the road. Minutes after, they stopped in front of an old town house in Athens near the water. “Here’s where I once lived before moving to America.”

Chris held onto Angel as they zoomed down the rode. He stared in awe as they pulled up to the house. “Wow, its beautiful. I cant believe you lived here, its amazing” he was amazed by the house and even more the view next and behind it.

"Yeah, I spent a few years here in Athens…at this very house," Angel announced to Chris while getting off the bike. The acrobat took a good view of the place he once called home. So many memories buried under stone. "If I saved enough, I could plan on making this my summer house."

Chris smiled at Angel as he looked at the house, getting off the bike. “Thats cool, you know one of these vacations I’m going to have to take you to France and show you my own home town.”

"Yeah, that would be neat to see your home town," Angel complimented while in a dream like trance. That’s mainly from staring at the house before them. This place looks so empty since he left, not to mention it still looked well kept. "If you like, we can go inside; no one is here but us." Angel took Chris’s hand, leading him inside the house. Good thing the door was open.

Chris went a little nervously along side Angel into the house. “Are you sure we wont get arrested for breaking and entering? I prefer my record to stay in France” he chuckled lightly and looked around when they entered the house, it was truly beautiful.
“No one has ever been here, and I don’t see any cops around,” Angel informed as he looked at his left & right. That’s being the daredevil that he is. The young performer thought about it a little longer before coming to a consensus. “Okay, we’ll stay a minute and then leave.”
Chris shrugged, “As long as we don’t get caught I’m good with it” he wrapped his arm around Angel’s waist. He smirked, “You look cute when you’re trying to be dangerous” he mused and kissed by Angel’s ear.

Angel’s lips form into a smirk as well. “My current job is dangerous enough. Hell, so are my powers.”  The aerialist gazed around the room for a couple of minutes before darting then back at his husband. “Well, I think we’ve seen enough for today.”

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"Thats upsetting, im sorry to hear that" Chris tilted his head curiously. "If you dont mind my asking, burn do you still preform?"

"Yeah, I still perform; I used to be part of the circus, but I transferred to Broadway since they seem to take notice of my talents," Angel answered fully. Then something came to mind. "If you like, I could give you a small performance."

“Wow, Broadway really? Thats amazing” Chris said before pulling his legs up and floating crisis cross a few feet above the floor. “Yes please” he smiled excitedly.

"Well, enjoy the show," Angel announced before taking a deep breath. The acrobat swiftly made a few cartwheels before twirling into the air. His body bends gracefully as he flew into the sky. The boy noticed a moderate lengthed rope, and he uses it to his advantage by fastening it to a sturdy rafter at the ceiling. Angel held a tight grip on the rope, swinging whilst performing tricks since the room is large enough for it.

Chris watched in awe, “Wow, thats amazing, you’re amazing!” He smiled, clapping his hands together. He continued to watch in completely dazzled.

Angel swung around in a circle only to launch himself in the air again. In midair, the mortal performed the last twirl. At the end, he caught the other rafter, swinging back and forth. This is just like the trapeze, but sturdier. Angel let go of the rafter, landing on the floor on both feet. “Ta-da!”

Chris clapped his hands excitedly. “That was amazing! I could barely do a summer salt!” He laughed, it was true though he’s not flexible whatsoever. “One of the best things about being dead is I can fly around and through things without worrying I will get hurt” he chuckled.

"Thank you!" Angel took a bow before dusting himself off. "Aww…what do they do back in your time?" he asked curiously. The boy has always been a curious one that it kinda leads to trouble in some cases. In reality, he couldn’t imagine what it’s like to be dead at all. Just thinking about it scares him."I grew up in the entertainment business; it’s my 2nd home."

“Honestly, I dont remember much… I just remember writings that Eric had done” Chris shook his head in confusion and rubbed his neck where the weird wounds that killed him are, “I never really left the house much that may be why I dont remember… or mabey being dead so long slowly erases your memory”

Angel sat there shocked by that notion. “I couldn’t imagine what it’s like to be dead for so long.” Then again, he couldn’t imagine life without anything he holds dear. That’s one of the things in life that are inevitably sad but true. Angel took a seat on the floor, gripping his crossed legs in front of himself. He’s slowly beginning to like the specter even more…not out of pity, but just wanting to be friends with him is all.

Chris hovered down to the floor in front of Angel. He shrugged, “You get used to it I guse, it’s like moving somewhere new and having to adjust to the climate and new people and things…” he moved hi hand away from his neck and fiddled his thumbs in his lap, remembering the first few days after he died and how hard it was to adjust.

Angel lightly chuckled in response. “Except it’s a more permanent settlement; I don’t know how you do it.” He scratched the back of his curly mane. At times like this now the mortal would run, but he’s not gonna do that. This is awkward of him to say, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. “I have tattoos if you want to see them.”

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"Thats upsetting, im sorry to hear that" Chris tilted his head curiously. "If you dont mind my asking, burn do you still preform?"

"Yeah, I still perform; I used to be part of the circus, but I transferred to Broadway since they seem to take notice of my talents," Angel answered fully. Then something came to mind. "If you like, I could give you a small performance."

“Wow, Broadway really? Thats amazing” Chris said before pulling his legs up and floating crisis cross a few feet above the floor. “Yes please” he smiled excitedly.

"Well, enjoy the show," Angel announced before taking a deep breath. The acrobat swiftly made a few cartwheels before twirling into the air. His body bends gracefully as he flew into the sky. The boy noticed a moderate lengthed rope, and he uses it to his advantage by fastening it to a sturdy rafter at the ceiling. Angel held a tight grip on the rope, swinging whilst performing tricks since the room is large enough for it.

Chris watched in awe, “Wow, thats amazing, you’re amazing!” He smiled, clapping his hands together. He continued to watch in completely dazzled.

Angel swung around in a circle only to launch himself in the air again. In midair, the mortal performed the last twirl. At the end, he caught the other rafter, swinging back and forth. This is just like the trapeze, but sturdier. Angel let go of the rafter, landing on the floor on both feet. “Ta-da!”

Chris clapped his hands excitedly. “That was amazing! I could barely do a summer salt!” He laughed, it was true though he’s not flexible whatsoever. “One of the best things about being dead is I can fly around and through things without worrying I will get hurt” he chuckled.

"Thank you!" Angel took a bow before dusting himself off. "Aww…what do they do back in your time?" he asked curiously. The boy has always been a curious one that it kinda leads to trouble in some cases. In reality, he couldn’t imagine what it’s like to be dead at all. Just thinking about it scares him."I grew up in the entertainment business; it’s my 2nd home."

“Honestly, I dont remember much… I just remember writings that Eric had done” Chris shook his head in confusion and rubbed his neck where the weird wounds that killed him are, “I never really left the house much that may be why I dont remember… or mabey being dead so long slowly erases your memory”

Angel sat there shocked by that notion. “I couldn’t imagine what it’s like to be dead for so long.” Then again, he couldn’t imagine life without anything he holds dear. That’s one of the things in life that are inevitably sad but true. Angel took a seat on the floor, gripping his crossed legs in front of himself. He’s slowly beginning to like the specter even more…not out of pity, but just wanting to be friends with him is all.

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"Thats upsetting, im sorry to hear that" Chris tilted his head curiously. "If you dont mind my asking, burn do you still preform?"

"Yeah, I still perform; I used to be part of the circus, but I transferred to Broadway since they seem to take notice of my talents," Angel answered fully. Then something came to mind. "If you like, I could give you a small performance."

“Wow, Broadway really? Thats amazing” Chris said before pulling his legs up and floating crisis cross a few feet above the floor. “Yes please” he smiled excitedly.

"Well, enjoy the show," Angel announced before taking a deep breath. The acrobat swiftly made a few cartwheels before twirling into the air. His body bends gracefully as he flew into the sky. The boy noticed a moderate lengthed rope, and he uses it to his advantage by fastening it to a sturdy rafter at the ceiling. Angel held a tight grip on the rope, swinging whilst performing tricks since the room is large enough for it.

Chris watched in awe, “Wow, thats amazing, you’re amazing!” He smiled, clapping his hands together. He continued to watch in completely dazzled.

Angel swung around in a circle only to launch himself in the air again. In midair, the mortal performed the last twirl. At the end, he caught the other rafter, swinging back and forth. This is just like the trapeze, but sturdier. Angel let go of the rafter, landing on the floor on both feet. “Ta-da!”

Chris clapped his hands excitedly. “That was amazing! I could barely do a summer salt!” He laughed, it was true though he’s not flexible whatsoever. “One of the best things about being dead is I can fly around and through things without worrying I will get hurt” he chuckled.

"Thank you!" Angel took a bow before dusting himself off. "Aww…what do they do back in your time?" he asked curiously. The boy has always been a curious one that it kinda leads to trouble in some cases. In reality, he couldn’t imagine what it’s like to be dead at all. Just thinking about it scares him."I grew up in the entertainment business; it’s my 2nd home."

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