Writing [OPEN Please join me]

Damyan sat at the park under a big tree, he was writing in a small black book and he had his bunny in his lap. He was approached by people mistaking him for a girl and they began to harass him and hurt him. He refused to fight back.

Artemis was walking around, as pissed off as ever about his current situation, and soon came across a group of people beating some girl up. Artemis frowned and approached the group. "Get your fucking asses out of here!" Artemis shouted before grabbing one of the people and punching him three times in the face, knocking him to the ground.

He shyly looked up at the male that yelled and was wondering if he should thank him or run. He had his hood on and his hair covered his face to where he looked completely female. Damyan had cuts on his face and his hand was sprained from trying to block any attacks.

The others quickly picked up the injured man and left. Artemis looked in their direction, making sure they really did leave. Once they were out of his sights, he shifted his gaze towards the girl. "Look, miss, I didn't do that to protect you, so you don't need to thank me." He growled, a look of heightened irritation in his eyes.

"I was debating whether or not to run. But that was an option for me too. And Im a boy." He said very quietly. he took off his hood and moved his hair out of his face so he could clean the many cuts on his face though he still looked like a girl.

"Well not running was a really fucking retarded thing to do." Artemis snapped, getting even more irritated that the boy didn't run and that the whole time he thought he was a girl. "What's your name, kid?" He asked in a nonfriendly, annoyed manner.

"My name is Damyan and I would rather they hurt me that turn there attention to somebody else. And I'm not a kid, we are probably the same age."He said very quietly with his very thick accent. He looked a bit younger than he was but the fact that he looked female didn't help him at all. He always felt like that he was not being seen for who he was, that's why he was so close to Amir, he always knew Damyan better than Damyan knew himself. "Who are you?" he ignored the way the other boy spoke to him, he was used to hearing it.