HiDE FROM YOUR FAMiLY
It’s early, but he’s been out since the dead of night. Dimitri didn’t like to sleep. He didn’t like the feeling of vulnerability it left him with. Since being betrayed by Baphomet, the demon king himself, he didn’t really have any trust left in him. The illusionist was breaking down, bit by bit, brick by boring brick. Nothing that he’d started with was here anymore. Alone. That was all he was anymore. It was all he had to call his own. Nothing was left and that… that hurt most of all. Try as he would, Dimitri couldn’t force himself to feel okay again. Try as he might it just didn’t work. Nothing stuck around long enough to make him feel any better.
He’d been nothing. His father had made that clear enough last time they’d spoken—Makism had gone so far as to say things he wasn’t proud of. Clearly, the man had chosen favorites. Clearly, things had gone poorly. Sabriel was that favorite, and Delta even more so. Another squeeze shot through his chest, down his ribs. Yes. Things had gone poorly. It was what happened when you fell in love with your sister. He’s the time bomb, and that much had already been proven. Dimitri had snapped. It was true, he wouldn’t hide that. He wouldn’t hide that sometimes he got broken and he got down.
Through the dawn, the illusionist fades. There’s someone else out here, and he can hear the sounds of breakfast around the corner. He thinks of his own gut, but doesn’t feel the gnaw of hunger. He hadn’t lately, since things had fallen apart. Eating was a social activity in their culture, and he hadn’t been able to face the group as of late. He didn’t want to face them. It was why Dimitri was here in the first place, out and wandering numbly.
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