[It wasn't quite so simple; but in his defense he'd been a child when he'd done it. He'd been all alone and he'd been lonely, and he hadn't known what was more terrifying- reality, or his dreams. So he'd asked for a friend. Who he'd been asking, he hadn't really considered back then. Especially not when there was this gorgeous boy about his age that walked in his dreams with him, fought his nightmares.
He hadn't thought to ask him what things were like for him when he was awake. He'd thought that he was like the trees and the strange lights, and the other fantastical things that lived in his dreams. And then he'd started high school at Kingswood, only to see the beautiful boy he'd thought only lived in his dreams laughing wickedly with an arm tossed over someone else's shoulder. And he'd been jealous, then.
Things between them were more complicated, but his feelings were simpler -- he just wanted Elijah to laugh like that again.]
I'm not worried. I just-- I want someone that makes him happy, and it seems like you do. And I know it's easy to feel like you're all alone when you're a dreamer, so... Fuck. Look, I suck at this sappy shit, but if you ever need help you have it.
[He shrugs his shoulders, fidgets with his hands, his smile slipping from devilish and charming to something more self-conscious as he moves so that he's a little closer to Kavinsky, so that he can lean against the edge of the pool table. He tilts his head back, trying to order his words, make sense of what he's trying to say.]
I loved him once- Elijah. But I'm not good... [Enough.]
Look, so everything went to shit. Someone died. And I just want him to be happy this time. I just wanted to say that if you ever think you're in over your head, you don't have to be.
[Dimitri was good at dreaming, more or less, depending on the day and his mood. He could also be a pretty good thug. And he just didn't want this to be like Aidan, too fucking stubborn to admit that he needed the help because Dimitri was the one offering it. He wanted to try.]
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He hadn't thought to ask him what things were like for him when he was awake. He'd thought that he was like the trees and the strange lights, and the other fantastical things that lived in his dreams. And then he'd started high school at Kingswood, only to see the beautiful boy he'd thought only lived in his dreams laughing wickedly with an arm tossed over someone else's shoulder. And he'd been jealous, then.
Things between them were more complicated, but his feelings were simpler -- he just wanted Elijah to laugh like that again.]
I'm not worried. I just-- I want someone that makes him happy, and it seems like you do. And I know it's easy to feel like you're all alone when you're a dreamer, so... Fuck. Look, I suck at this sappy shit, but if you ever need help you have it.
[He shrugs his shoulders, fidgets with his hands, his smile slipping from devilish and charming to something more self-conscious as he moves so that he's a little closer to Kavinsky, so that he can lean against the edge of the pool table. He tilts his head back, trying to order his words, make sense of what he's trying to say.]
I loved him once- Elijah. But I'm not good... [Enough.]
Look, so everything went to shit. Someone died. And I just want him to be happy this time. I just wanted to say that if you ever think you're in over your head, you don't have to be.
[Dimitri was good at dreaming, more or less, depending on the day and his mood. He could also be a pretty good thug. And he just didn't want this to be like Aidan, too fucking stubborn to admit that he needed the help because Dimitri was the one offering it. He wanted to try.]