Well- I dreamt Elijah. So I figured we should talk. And not in some bullshit shovel-talk sort of way.
[He smiles, but it's charm, not a threat, half rolling his eyes at the idea that he might be here to threaten him of all things. Not that he wasn't protective of Elijah, but things between them were complicated these days, and he just wants to try and do something right for once. He shrugs his shoulders as he drags a hand through his blonde hair, and jerks his chin in the direction of the pool table that K is leaning against.]
You any good?
[Even in dreams, he liked to have something to do with his hands. It made the nervous energy less obvious, made him seem less twitchy and more put together. He doesn't know how to explain about him and Elijah. The year before Eli transferred from Kingswood to Aglionby had been a shitshow, and it's one of those things that builds a wall neither of them know how to talk about. But it lingers on his tongue like something bitter, anyway.]
It's a dangerous thing sometimes, being a dreamer. And you matter to him--
[Dimitri still cared about Eli, even if he'd had to admit that his dream wasn't going to love him. But he couldn't resist the desire to at least do this; reaching out and trying to be there in the only ways he knew. Trying to do something, even if it'd never be enough to make up for everything that Elijah blamed him for. And aside from that, this boy was a dreamer, and he wasn't Aidan where he'd never had a chance, couldn't prove he had value. He'd always been the bad influence, the drug-dealer, and maybe he deserved it -- but maybe he didn't.]
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[He smiles, but it's charm, not a threat, half rolling his eyes at the idea that he might be here to threaten him of all things. Not that he wasn't protective of Elijah, but things between them were complicated these days, and he just wants to try and do something right for once. He shrugs his shoulders as he drags a hand through his blonde hair, and jerks his chin in the direction of the pool table that K is leaning against.]
You any good?
[Even in dreams, he liked to have something to do with his hands. It made the nervous energy less obvious, made him seem less twitchy and more put together. He doesn't know how to explain about him and Elijah. The year before Eli transferred from Kingswood to Aglionby had been a shitshow, and it's one of those things that builds a wall neither of them know how to talk about. But it lingers on his tongue like something bitter, anyway.]
It's a dangerous thing sometimes, being a dreamer. And you matter to him--
[Dimitri still cared about Eli, even if he'd had to admit that his dream wasn't going to love him. But he couldn't resist the desire to at least do this; reaching out and trying to be there in the only ways he knew. Trying to do something, even if it'd never be enough to make up for everything that Elijah blamed him for. And aside from that, this boy was a dreamer, and he wasn't Aidan where he'd never had a chance, couldn't prove he had value. He'd always been the bad influence, the drug-dealer, and maybe he deserved it -- but maybe he didn't.]