[Kavinsky snorted. He was pretty sure a lot of people would breathe a sigh of relief if he wasn't around. The rich boys would get by just fine without him. The addicts would get by just fine. The people who looked down their noses at him would be happy. The number of people who actually wanted him around felt like it got smaller every day.
He listened quietly to Dimitri's explanation, rolling the joint back and forth between his fingers before sighing heavily. He didn't know what he'd been expecting. Something terrible, probably, for someone else to have another reason to be against him. After a moment, he lit the joint and held the lighter out to Dimitri.]
You're a flatterer. [Normally, he'd make a joke. 'Go on, don't stop now' or 'compliment me some more', but he wasn't in a joking mood. This didn't feel like a joking matter. And yet-] And you're a freak. Just like me.
[Did he really think of himself as a freak? It depended on the day. He was either a freak or a god; there was no in-between when it came to his moods. Right now was the former, where not even someone else like him had wanted to be around him once he was done being useful.
What did he say to someone who could feel dreams all the time? What had he wanted someone to say to him, once upon a time? He'd already blown that; he'd wanted to not be called a freak. To be accepted. To know he wasn't alone.
He had questions--of course, he did--but he hardly felt like asking any of them. He wanted to know more, to know if Dimitri had been born this way too, to know what else he could do except feel dreams.]
So, that explains the how you found me, but- [He made a frustrated noise.] What, does half of Henrietta already know Lynch left me high and dry?
[Or did he radiate some kind of sad dream energy bullshit or something? In a way, he was touched that Dimitri seemed to care, but it also felt almost too good to be true--having someone care.]
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He listened quietly to Dimitri's explanation, rolling the joint back and forth between his fingers before sighing heavily. He didn't know what he'd been expecting. Something terrible, probably, for someone else to have another reason to be against him. After a moment, he lit the joint and held the lighter out to Dimitri.]
You're a flatterer. [Normally, he'd make a joke. 'Go on, don't stop now' or 'compliment me some more', but he wasn't in a joking mood. This didn't feel like a joking matter. And yet-] And you're a freak. Just like me.
[Did he really think of himself as a freak? It depended on the day. He was either a freak or a god; there was no in-between when it came to his moods. Right now was the former, where not even someone else like him had wanted to be around him once he was done being useful.
What did he say to someone who could feel dreams all the time? What had he wanted someone to say to him, once upon a time? He'd already blown that; he'd wanted to not be called a freak. To be accepted. To know he wasn't alone.
He had questions--of course, he did--but he hardly felt like asking any of them. He wanted to know more, to know if Dimitri had been born this way too, to know what else he could do except feel dreams.]
So, that explains the how you found me, but- [He made a frustrated noise.] What, does half of Henrietta already know Lynch left me high and dry?
[Or did he radiate some kind of sad dream energy bullshit or something? In a way, he was touched that Dimitri seemed to care, but it also felt almost too good to be true--having someone care.]