HiDE FROM YOUR FAMiLY
He’d lost touch, and maybe that wasn’t what he should have told himself. The illusionist sat upon his haunches, a shadow in the light. Sure, a demon… he wasn’t a demon. Sure, they’d deemed him worthy and all… but he didn’t really even want the title anymore. He needed a new face, a new name, someone to hold him close in the night, and something to tell him it was okay to start over. All he really wanted was to not be so alone anymore. Companions were necessary, a pack mind was there because… well, it was instinct. Being alone was enough to drive anyone all weird in the head.
Dimitri was weird now. His father had always thought him weird, and maybe he’d always thought himself weird too. The young man with the rainbow eyes… he knew. He knew too much, and maybe that was his issue. Dimitri had too many issues to count on one hand… strike three, you’re out. The young man sighed and shrugged lowly to himself as he studied the creature before him. Everyone else can pretend they don’t have needs like company and comfort. Everyone else can convince themselves too, maybe. Dimitri has longs for comfort… he’s never been a good pretender. Illusionist, yes… pretender, no.
He speaks. The creature looks irritable, but Dimitri doesn’t shake. His rainbowed gaze is unwavering and it doesn’t stop, doesn’t bother stopping for anyone. He sighs lightly, posture relaxed and comfortable. Illusion, you see—in reality, he’s excited for contact but nothing about him changes, twitches, nothing. “Company… I’m tired of being alone. I was wondering if I could just sit for a while.” The words are soft, gentle even. Everything about the young man is unshakingly gentle… show him not the rough side of your hand, he shant show it back.
DiMiTRi
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