Run away. Run away little boy. Delya can feel something in her bones, something rising up, something that she doesn’t like. Something she doesn’t like at all, and the dancer feels as if she may puke. Right here, right now, she’s going to throw up. Head spinning, starting to feel flushed, but she chokes it back. It’s rare, these days, that she eats at all. Best keep it down. Best not let them know you’re sick. That was when Dimitri worried, and Dimitri worried in the worst way. Wouldn’t worry big brother. Wouldn’t bother herself. Right. Wouldn’t run. Wouldn’t throw up.
Fuck and run.
But that wasn’t an option here. Delya knew that this wasn’t her discussion to be having, and that she shouldn’t be here. That didn’t change things. It just was. Things were strange and she didn’t like that. Dimitri was tense, and that made her tense. Such was their way. Such was their design. Such was the way they had been together since the start of things.
He was here now, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t her job. It wasn’t Delya’s job to care, as much as it should have been. A tug. A tug somewhere in her, but nothing worth following. It never was. It rarely was, scratch that. She couldn’t place the things that she was feeling or not feeling, so she barks out for Kellin. Just once. He’d come or he wouldn’t, and she would see from there. It was always that waiting game, and she didn’t know how she would feel if he appeared or not. Such was the way things went when you… when you were trying to fight yourself like this. Fight. All she did was fight. It was the only thing that felt good, felt right, felt like it should be.
Dimitri looks to Sabriel, and he wonders if now would be the right time to kill him off. No. It wouldn’t be right to kill his brother, especially in cold blood. A crime of passion if it was to be his crime at all. Not today. Maybe not this lifetime. There was something strange in the back of his throat, and he wonders quietly and then wonders aloud. “What happened?” It’s open at the end. Dimitri can’t tell what he’s thinking at the moment, but a part of him hopes Sabriel is picking up what he refuses to put down.
delya & dimitri
the russian dancer & the illusionist
all we've got is this family unbroke |