HiDE FROM YOUR FAMiLYA mad man. That’s all that’s left. Mad. Pure, innocent madness. Nothing else. Hollowed out. A shell. A shell of what once was. A shell of a creature that had once been brilliant and bright. Even worse. Even more. Dimitri is more than he ever has been, and less than he ever wanted. Brilliant. Mad. Brilliant. Mad. Two sides of the same coin. Glimmering eyes in the darkness that happens to be his blue-black coat, and nothing that he cares to apologize for. Nothing. He is nothing if he’s not everything. That’s his way. That’s his design. Things are different now. They will take over. They will reign supreme, once and for all.
No one else could do it. No one else was able. Willing, sure, but stupid. Fragile. Faulty. Faulty creatures that he wouldn’t dare come close to. Too small, too large, too heavy. The illusionist knows better. He knows all the better. The illusionist and the Russian dancer, they were the only ones that could do it. Their slender frames, their quick mind, their razor sharp teeth, their thirst for something that was nothing short of blood. They were the ones that could do it. No questions asked. Ask all the questions. Dimitri didn’t have your answers… even if he did, he wouldn’t give them. That was his design. Delya was the talker. She was all words. He was all physicality. Two halves, one whole. Together maybe they’d make a functioning crown. That was all they wanted.
Even if their kingdom was their own, both were starving for it. No one had to follow in their footsteps, they could be alone in their feelings. Alone in their starvation. Alone in the fact that they had something twisting their stomachs into knots. That was okay. That was more than okay. That was life out here. This was what they wanted after all. This was what they needed.
Dimitri needed to be alone. He was thirsting for something his sister could not give him, something no woman had ever given him. Dully, he’s reminded of Chael once upon a time. He’s gone now. Dead, presumed. Dimitri had felt then, felt white hot, but not felt as he had for Delta. Not has he had for mom. Things had been different then, and he’d been a different man.
Today, Dimitri hungers for something new. It’s with that starvation that he crosses into the Grotto, and it’s with that starvation he seeks something to fill his cup.
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