HiDE FROM YOUR FAMiLY
Even in the bright days, Dimitri feels the dark of night. He feels it in his chest, clinging to his coat, and holding tightly to his brain. The creature was losing touch, losing hold, and losing… well, losing hope. The time bomb. He’d always been a time bomb, and that was the real truth. Time bomb… there he went. Tick, tick, ticking away as he made his way overland. Dimitri couldn’t help but continue to move. Move and breathe… move and breathe… that was all he could do anymore. That’s what happens when you put so much stock in something that means so much.
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket—chances are, they won’t hatch. The illusionist’s fragmented mind had put that together the way it meant, and that was all that mattered. He meant it to be the way he meant it, right? Right. Dimitri didn’t want to spend more time gathering dust and bones in Iromar. He needed something to do, something to distract him. He needed to not think for a while. The sheer idea that he was alone was too much. It was way too much to bear for a creature that had always had such a firm pack mind.
Even Hawthorn was gone. He couldn’t go back to being a gypsy now… not with what Auntie must have thought of him. Iromar. He’d been labeled a demon without even thinking it through. He’d been labeled a demon and now he had no way out. Even after sleeping in the den of the angels at the hand of a healer queen, he couldn’t go back. The creature with the long, graceful legs moved across the grassy ridge and into a place that was for the free. Maybe he was free for now. Maybe not. Dimitri didn’t know anymore what he was and what he wasn’t.
Hell, he didn’t know who he was himself. With a strange look, neither contempt nor happiness, in his glimmering rainbow eyes, the young man made his way to the stream itself. At least the illusionist was lean and strong, long legged and beautiful… yes, at least the time bomb had a good look about him. For today, he can just breathe.
DiMiTRi
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