Hushed Willows east of the sun

Alejandro was a far cry from romantic. Sexual, lustful, nasty, but not romantic. This boy had the potential to be, though, and that was adorable. Way too cute and sweet to be messing with a fille de joie like himself. Perhaps he was gravely wrong for toying with Day like this. 

"Well, I do. I don't care if you put a spell on me. I'll see you in my dreams. You're a poet," he responded with a smirk, leaning in a little bit to try and capture eye contact with him again. This was fun, perhaps even... enjoyable, in a way that wasn't lust-induced or cruel. 

Oh, internalized homophobia. That sucked. Alejandro had always embraced his sexuality - desires for both genders - with open arms, from an early age. It was sad that this kid couldn't do the same. "I think you need to worry more about what you want rather than what might be considered normal by other people's standards." The words were calm and sure. "The only rules should be don't harm anyone else unless they harm you; don't do ill toward another unless they deserve it." Or unless you're ordered to, his brain supplied. "After that, does it really matter who you like? Or are attracted to?"