Paradise 2July 10, 1924.It had been three weeks now from the landing of Pepè in England. He had spent three days at sea locked in his cabin, leaving only to eat and protesting against his misfortune, stupidity and his future arrival. He had imagined London as a dirty, smelly, dangerous, peevish, tea drinker and consumer of disgusting food.But his thoughts soon proved to be not accurate. Of course, the British drank a lot of tea (8-9 cups per day), the city was not brilliant and the food was not the greatest, but it was similar in Paris.He managed to find a room in a boarding house a bit out of town for the price of £ 5 a week and was more or less set in London, at least in the suburbs. He was very appreciated by the waiter of the taverns or the peasant on Friday that made the best prices."He he. Sometimes it's useful be fascinating " Pepè thought the first days of his arrival.His life seemed to have found a certain rhythm. The next morning he got up, got dressed and had
ParadiseJune 13, 1924. 21.00. Paris. A train is leaving the station. The dining car has 8 passengers. Both the first and the second class are full. It would be better to say that all coaches are busy. Yes, all of them The one for luggage too is occupied by a person, a man.His name was Pepè, Pepè the Pew. Poet by profession. He was not rich but was very popular, especially among women. Not there was one who hadn't dreamed to be with him. The reason was not hard to guess. Pepè was 34 years old, tall, with black eyes, black hair with a special white stripe on the tuft, chin adorned with a beard neglected, but with precision. But what really struck the women and made them fall in love was his smile. A smile so persuasive, that would melt even the Snow Queen.Pepè loved Paris and would not leave it for the world. However in recent times had had great financial problems. His only work as a poet was not enough and had therefore decided to find money in another way. Unfortunately
Dip's Beginning(After The End Of The Episode "Damien")Pip pushes himselfup fromthe cold snowy ground."Ow!" he yelped. His wrist must've landed the wrong way whenhe hit the ground from that little grand finale his so called 'friend' Damien laid upon him. "Why would he have done that?" Pip said to himself as he leaned up against Eric's house. "Oww.." he repeats as he holds his wrist. "Well Damn him then..." Pip once again spoke to only him. "So what if he.. Blew me up? Who cares if he has new friends? Not me..." He continuedDamien began walking out of the arena where his father had thrown a fight against Jesus for everyone's money. Damien felt shameful and guilty. Not from his father's fight, but what he had done before the fight. He had blown up and had demon's attack the only boy who was ever nice to him. On Earth everyone had been mean to him and in Hell everyone feared him (Not mattering on his small size). Pip never had seen him as a freak or even fearedhim(maybe a bit at first)He walked behin
SP Dip Bees and Wasps"D-Damien! Stop!" Pip exclaimed as the raven black haired boy slowly nibbled on his boyfriend's neck. "All right, all right. You're no fun." Damien said let going off the brit's neck and placing his arms around his waist. He pulled Pip closer, so their bodies were physically touching. Pip could feel the Devil's son heated breath brush his cheek. It was an intense second, a short, intense second until their lips were connected, smashing into each other. Not even another second passed until tongues were battling each other, fighting for domince. The coldness of the small, redneck, mountain town wasn't affecting either of the boys in the heat of their love. "Damien! Is that you?" Damien's father, Satan, called from inside the house, hearing strange noises from the porch. "S-Shit..." He said wiping his mouth and pulling away from Pip. The Devil opened the front door, wearing a pink apron that said, "Kiss the Cook"
SP: Dip - PhilogynyPip lay asleep, curled up to the bare chest of Damien. Damien grinned to himself as he fingered the silky blonde hair of the other boy.Damien had never been much of a philogynist. Women were just so damned annoying and they always had something to bitch about.While Pip had a girlish figure and features; he still retained a certain manliness to him that attracted Damien beyond all reason. He laughed quietly, remembering the day that Pip had confessed to him. It was the same day that he had hurt his ankle and Pip had wrapped it for him.END.