Joseph ♔ Kavinsky (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
burnyoudown) wrote2021-07-18 04:56 pm
burnyoudown) wrote2021-07-18 04:56 pm
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[He doesn't say it like it's an easy thing, but like he means it, a quiet sort of earnestness as he looks at the other boy like there's an always in there somewhere.
It's not like it's a hard choice for him to make, anyway. Not with Kavinsky of all people. And he really was lonely, had been always different, kept apart from most people by how he saw the world. Elijah had been the first time he'd really thought that someone might want him like that, but maybe he should have known better. The only person so far that seemed to be able to enjoy his company on a consistent basis was his younger sister, which didn't say much. But Kavinsky was- the first. When he'd still been figuring it out himself. Just once but he remembered him.
He doesn't blame him. Not for Ronan, and not for anything else. And Dimitri was mostly a dream these days, and he'd always spoken the language better than Elijah. He couldn't bring them back like a Dreamer could, but he understood how it worked, how things fit together in ways that the other boy hadn't seemed to understand until he'd started to show him. The things he brings back are the feeling of the dream itself.
He imagines its similar for Kavinsky-- although he's far better than Elijah had been when they'd met.
He can't help smiling, something that's almost suggestive, almost a tease that he doesn't actually say outloud when Kavinsky says that he always plays rough. It's the sort of banter that he enjoys, even if the mood isn't quite right. But more than that, he doesn't want to get pulled away from the question that he wants to ask.]
I can find you in your dreams, if you want me to. Do it together.
[He's learned to ask permission, even if he figures Kavinsky might be less worried about those sort of particulars than Elijah had been.]
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[He couldn't say, exactly, what it meant to him, especially here and now, in the aftermath of Ronan's rejection. It meant more than he would have thought and it gave him someone to latch onto instead of the abyss of anger and loneliness in his chest. All he wanted-- all he'd ever wanted-- was to have someone like him at his side. He wanted to not feel alone no matter how many parties he went to. No matter how many boys slept in his bed with him.]
I'll make sure you don't regret it.
[Pushing his sunglasses back up, he regarded Dimitri for a moment. He'd never shared his dreams with anyone before. He wasn't even sure he could, but the idea alone was enough to spark his curiosity, to have him feeling something besides bitterness.]
You can do that?
[He hesitated for a moment. He wasn't worried about someone else in his head, seeing his darkest secrets or potentially endangering themselves so much as he was... he didn't know, actually. He felt some sort of way about it but couldn't quite pin it down.]
I've never been able to share this with anyone.
[Ronan was the first time he'd tried, and they both knew how that had gone.]
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[He says it like it's not a big deal, a shrug of his shoulders. Like the question doesn't mean anything more than whether Kavinsky is going to let him into the Mitsubishi or leave him with his hip leaning against the body frame, watching Kavinsky through the window. But his voice is soft, and there's that bit where he trips on his words. This matters, but there's that hint that more than that, it matters that it's Kavinsky.
Dimitri understands that desire to have someone like you at your side, because it was a desire he'd had ever since he realized that he was different. That he was alone. And then he'd found a Dreamer in a dream accidentally, and he'd realized that there were others, people that might understand.
Elijah had seemed like everything he needed, but he was-- scared, angry, still fighting himself. Dimitri liked playing with fire enough to think they could work it out, but that had ended in one fucking carwreck after another.
But now he was here.
And Kavinsky-- he didn't know. Maybe it was that he sort of thought that neither of them could afford to push someone away like that again. They both wanted the same thing, didn't they? That K had already held his hand out and not flinched when he said yes.
And Dimitri wanted to show him that it could be better than Ronan. Prove to himself that the world wasn't totally fucked. That there was more than just the boy that had walked away from him, too.]
I can't bring things back. But in dreams- I can make worlds.
[Maybe it should sound like bragging, but instead it's almost tentative, more of a confession. A truth that says how painful reality can be.]
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[One option was a lot less daunting than the other. He knew his head could be a fucked up place, though he'd worked hard to make it as less dangerous as possible, so he could dream without being assaulted with the things that hated him. There was a reason his dreamscape before moving here was a neighborhood on fire. Before the forest had become his other dreamscape.
Speaking of cars and letting people in though, Kavinsky clocked what Dimitri said about making worlds, but also gestured for him to move before opening the car door. If he didn't move in time, he'd just have to deal with getting smacked. Kavinsky cared little about that as he slid out. The backseat would be more comfortable, more shadowed, too.
The cars were parked close enough together that he used that as an excuse to press Dimitri up against the side of the car as he reached for the back door handle. He wasn't even trying to make Dimitri uncomfortable; he was just gauging his reaction, how he handled Kavinsky in his personal space, nearly chest to chest.
Pulling the door open a little, he said-]
Get in. And then you can tell me more about making worlds.
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[Which he means honestly, even if his tone is just a touch teasing. Dimitri is still a shitty teenage boy and he doesn't know how to care about someone else's comfort without making it at least a little bit of a joke. But he knew that dreams weren't always pleasant, knew that nightmares didn't always follow the rules, so he wasn't going to push. Especially after the mess the other boy had been through with Ronan.
But then Kavinsky is stepping out of the car, and Dimitri manages to get out of the way of the car door- but only just barely. He grins sharply, but then he was pushing him up against the side of the car as he reached for the door to the backseat and the smooth assurance fractured, betrays his longing for a moment. He couldn't help it, not with the proximity, the way that they're almost chest to chest, and he leans into it just a touch. It's just a moment where his eyes linger on the way his collarbone shows under the collar of his shirt, on his mouth- then he gets his shit together and he smirks when Kavinsky tells him to get in.
Under normal circumstances he would probably have made a sly comment about the backseat of K's car. But since he'd just flustered and was pretty sure Kavinsky had caught it, Dimitri was pretty sure it would be at his own expense. So he just slides into the backseat without a snarky comment to say about it.
He's been trying to pretend he had better reasons for trying to catch him than jealousy. Which he did. But it didn't mean that he wasn't.]
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After Dimitri was in the backseat, Kavinsky slid in with him, crowding against him a little, bumping his knee against the other boy's because he still had no concept of personal space. He left the door hanging open for now, slouching down and leaning his head back.]
So how do we do this? If I wanted to let you into my dreams?
[He hadn't shared a dreamspace with anyone before, and he was too relaxed and broken right now to get upset over admitting he didn't know something about dreaming. He imagined it was probably as easy as going to sleep and seeing what happened, but for a surprising change he figured it was better to ask first.]
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Easy. We dream like usual, and I'll come find you.
[Really, even if Dimitri hadn't been biased toward Kavinsky in the first place, it wasn't like he was a difficult boy to be attracted to. He was gorgeous in that shadowed way that he had about him, but with something almost delicate in the line of his cheekbones that made him want to trace them with his fingertips. But those were not the sort of thoughts he wanted to bring into the dreams with them, so he tried to clear his thoughts.]
I'll show you how after.
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[He shifted a bit, digging into one of his pockets for a few green pills. They didn't have anything to wash them down with, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd taken pills dry. It wouldn't be perfect and it wasn't exactly pleasant, but it would work. He eyed them for a moment, then tipped his hand towards Dimitri.]
You need a sleep aid?
[He didn't figure that everybody could fall asleep on command, but he didn't know what someone else who also dealt in dreams was capable of. He didn't want to make assumptions, just this once. He was making assumptions in other cases though, like assuming that Dimitri was attracted to him. Or maybe it was wishful thinking, after being rejected by Lynch.]