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[burnyoudown]

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[smiledevilish]

[Dimitri had so many feelings curling in his chest that he hardly knew what to say. He wanted to just-- he wanted to hug Kavinsky and bury his face into his shoulder and just hold onto him, the one person in his life that's ever believed in his dreams, ever seen the sort of beauty in them that Dimitri felt with every beat of his heart. There was something about the way that he looked at the little singing flower and smiled.

Dimitri knows how many boys here would have laughed, mocked the entirety of it, all that it meant, or killed them. And Kavinsky-- this isn't a mess. He almost wanted to cry. Instead, Dimitri slipped off his sunglasses, carefully folding them up as he set them back on his nightstand by his bed, giving him a moment to catch his breath, to try and slip into something cool and disinterested, but it was too late.

Kavinsky asks him if he dreamed all of this and his heart swells all over again as he nods, speaking softly. But then he's not the only boy standing here with a secret, and it suddenly makes sense why Kavinsky is so careful with his flowers. He wants to say something, about how much it means to him that he sees how special this all is, that he understands, that he's not alone. But instead he crosses close to the other boy, shyly pressing fingers against his ribs.]

Can I.. hug you?

[He could hardly resist, honestly. He just wanted- needed- he didn't have the words for it, for what it was. Just that he wanted to wrap his arms around him, wanted to feel something else in his bones, other than loneliness. Feel like maybe being so utterly not of this world wouldn't feel so bad if there was someone else, if he could drag himself to Kavinsky and wrap himself around his finger when every other inch of the world made him hurt. Could they be friends like that? Dimitri wanted to be friends like that.]

[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky folded up his sunglasses and put them in his pocket, watching Dimitri in-between frequent glances to the flowers. He couldn't imagine laughing over something like this, or mocking the other boy. The other dreamer. Emotions sang through his veins, joy that he wasn't alone, understanding about what Dimitri must've been through, emotionally, up until this point, and so many other feelings. He wasn't alone. And these flowers were as precious as any dream, unique and wonderful and magical.

Reaching over, he gently, ever so carefully, scooped the flower off his shoulder and set it back afloat, just so it wouldn't potentially be crushed by accident. He'd feel too guilty if something happened to it, especially if it was his fault. Then he nodded.]

C'mere.

[Nearly as gently as he'd handled the flower, he tugged Dimitri to him, wrapping his arms around him. It was- good, the contact, the warmth of his body. He was trying not to think about how the other boy was only wearing pajama pants; it felt a little selfish right now to think about that sort of thing when they were clearly having a moment, two dreamers. Lonely, no longer alone, overcome with emotions.

Kavinsky didn't usually let himself be so soft with people he didn't know very well yet, but the look on Dimitri's face when he'd opened the door- he still remembered it. He didn't think the other boy was going to make fun of him, just like Kavinsky hadn't made fun of his flowers. How could he? Dreams were so special.]

You're not alone. You never have to feel alone ever again.

[It was a murmur, soft and genuine.]

[smiledevilish]

[The flower went back to floating around the room, almost dancing with the other blooms, with a trill of song that sounded almost thankful as Kavinsky gently moved it from his shoulder. It was endearing, almost sweet, all the things that the other boy wasn't supposed to be. But Dimitri believed this more than anything, this other dreamer standing in front of him. Kavinsky gives him an invitation, tugging him into him, and Dimitri's voice hitches as he presses to him. Something desperate in it, in the way that he wraps his arms around the other boy, pressing his face to his shoulder. He presses himself to Kavinsky like he doesn't want even air between them, between the warmth and the comfort.

He didn't cry, but he was still clearly wrecked. But in a better way than he'd been when he first answered the door. This was something different, a familiarity even though in truth they'd really just met. But there was something helplessly intimate about this, two dreamers in a room drifting with Dimitri's dreams. And then there's the words that Kavinsky says:

That he never has to be alone again.

Dimitri lifts his head from his shoulder, looking into the other boy's dark eyes. And he feels-- too overwhelmed for words, even when there's so much that he wants to say, wants to ask him. Instead, his fingers curl softly, slowly around the tie that's loose around his collar. But it makes a good handhold, perfect for tugging him down a little, those couple inches so that Dimitri can kiss him. Helpless and needy and overwhelmed and he does it without really thinking about it. It's just the only way that he knows to say it: how much this means to him, how much he needs this, needs him.

He doesn't know how to feel like this and not want him. He doesn't linger too long, just a few breaths, just long enough to hope that Kavinsky could feel what he was trying to say. But he doesn't pull far away, leaning up on his toes, the other boy's school tie still in his fingers but with less tension on it- for the moment. He leans against him, chest to chest, but he doesn't apologize for it. He doesn't take it back.]

[burnyoudown]

[Of course, he had a reputation. He was a tough boy, sharp and cruel in some ways, but he was more than that, too. Beneath his sharp exterior, he was soft and caring. It just took the right person or situation to crack open his shell. This was both the right situation and the right person. It wasn't every day he met another dreamer.

He held onto Dimitri tight, like he could make up for whatever he'd been through up until this point with the sheer power of a hug. He wished he could. He wished things were that simple. The only thing he could really do was make things better going forward.

A second before Dimitri kissed him, Kavinsky realized what he was going to do. He was at once grateful he was still wearing his uniform because sometimes ties came in handy (ha), and grateful that he'd stopped by the dorm room when he had. For once, he'd nailed the whole 'right place at the right time' thing.

So when Dimitri kissed him, Kavinsky kissed him back, trying to chase his mouth when he pulled back, before collecting himself. Sliding a hand up to cradle the back of Dimitri's head, fingers sinking into his hair, he kissed him again. Honestly, he'd wanted to do that almost since the moment the door had opened, but at first, he'd thought he was just being himself. You know, unable to help himself around attractive boys. Now, he knew it was more than that. It might have been sudden but- Kavinsky didn't always do slow and patient very well.]