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 Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 10:57 am
Viktor stared down at the sleeping boy in his arms, his face fixed into a seemingly perpetual frown. Though, it was not his usual frown of anger. No, that had passed.
Now, it was...confused. Sad. Guilty.
How could he have a child, when Elisa was dead?
It wasn't his fault; he hadn't done anything to physically produce the kid, but...even so. Even though this kid had been dumped on him by a cocky little girl, who really should have been spanked by SOMEONE, the guilt wouldn't go away. Was this a betrayal? Had he really...betrayed Elisa?
The boy shifted in his arms, a curl of red hair flopping over his eye. He had fallen asleep on the walk home from the caves, where he hadn't been able to help but go. Try as he might, he had found himself walking up there anyways.
That was probably the fault of those stupid twins, too.
The kid, though...he wasn't so bad. He was...curious, and bold, and he could actually pass as a member of their family. He had the same hair color as Kali, after all. Brushing the curl back, Viktor opened the door to the house, the frown deepening, creasing his forehead.
This would be...very hard to explain to everyone. Would they understand the concept of...whatever this was?
As he carried the boy up to the spare room, the room that would soon be his, he couldn't help but think of Elisa. She would have welcomed the boy with open arms. Hugged him, loved him, named him, and spoiled him. She had always been accepting like that.
Setting him down on the bed, he gently folded him under the covers.
It wasn't this boy's fault that Viktor didn't want him. And it would be cruel to show it. He needed him, to care for him and protect him. He would not leave this child, abandon it, or try to return it. He was his responsibility now.
And he needed a name.
It came to him in an instant; when Elisa had been pregnant with Katia, they had chosen both boy, and girl names. As the weeks had gone by, they had narrowed it to one each. Katia, and...
Dimitri.
Dimitri rolled over in his sleep, snuggling down into his bed. Viktor took that as a silent acceptance of the name. Adjusting the blankets, and tucking him in, he turned to walk out of the room.
This would take getting used to, for sure.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 12:08 pm
"Dimitrii! Dimitri!" The soft voice was calling out, coming closer to his hiding place. Eyes wide, he crouched down, clamping his hands over his head and PRAYING for her to pass him by.
Gods, how did he manage to get himself into these messes? He didn't even LIKE girls! Girls had cooties! Icky, fluffy, pink bunny cooties. He made a face just thinking about it. Course, that wasn't to say they weren't pretty, and that he hated being around them. He couldn't help but be around girls; he lived with two of them. He just didn't want to PLAY with them. He'd much rather play...oh, Dread Pirate, or Bold Adventurer, than pretty princess tea party.
And now all Lizzie Varden wanted to do was play with him. And not just her. He was also hiding from Prima Belli, another girl in his class. As of yet, neither had found him.
The voice faded away, and cautiously, he poked the door to his hiding place open. It was pretty clever, if he did say so himself. The boys' bathroom. They might think to look there, yes, but there was nothing they could do to get him out unless they wanted to get in trouble.
As the door swung open, however, he screamed.
"There you are!" Prima Belli stood in front of him, quickly grabbing his wrist. "I've been looking all over for you! Why don't we go paint??"
Though it was phrased as one, it certainly wasn't a question. Dimitri found himself being dragged out of the bathroom with wide, pleading eyes, searching for someone to save him. ANYBODY, really. He would even settle for Katia's little shadow Luka, who would do nothing more than hang off his arm and suck on his fingers, a strange habit of his. If it would get this girl away from him, he would do any...
"Dimitri!" The soft voice from before came from behind and he yelled again, trying to pull his arm away from Prima. The dark haired girl turned and frowned at him, before spotting the other. Lizzie varden, a stocky girl with blonde hair, was scowling at Prima from the other end of the hallway.
"Dimitri is playing with me." Prima said stubbornly, tightening her grip on him. "Right, Dimitri?" She asked, her voice suddenly sweet.
"I..."
"No! Dimitri is going to play with me! He doesn't want to play with you, your games are dumb."
"We're going to paint!" Prima snapped back at Lizzie, glowering.
"Well We're going to play house, and /I/ will be the mommy!" The blonde retorted, snatching up Dimitri's free arm. He tried to pull his arms away, but both girls began to heave on him, trying to force him to play with her.
"Ow! Ow, ow, Lemme go! I don't WANT to paint! Or play house!!" He was desperate, but neither girl seemed to be listening.
"He's my friend!" They were yelling," no, MINE!"
"I-I..." Oh, he was in trouble now! His arms felt like they were going to pop right off! Think, he prayed to himself. Oh, think, hurry, think.
"Why don't we all play together??!!" He finally yelled, over their voices. They stopped, and looked at him. He was stuck, now; he'd have to keep going.
"Together?" Prima asked, still holding onto his arm. "But...the painting station only has two spots..."
"Yeah." Lizzie said. "And we can't play house with two mommies!"
"Well..." He deliberated, watching both girls. "Why don't we play something else?"
"Like what?" They asked together, finally letting go of his arms. He had to wrack his brain, but finally found an idea.
"Hide and seek! You two go hide, and I'll come find you." He smiled. The two girls looked at each other, shrugged, and ran off to do so.
Dimitri waited until they were out of sight, before bolting in the other direction. He needed to find a new place to hide...!
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 1:43 pm
As a rule, Dimitri didn't like girls. They followed him around, bothered him, had cooties, and generally sucked at being fun.
They didn't want to play - not properly, anyways. House, painting - ugh. It all sucked. None of them liked mud, or climbing, or running around at all. The only time they ran was when they were chasing him, and that was when he didn't want anything to do with him.
So, as a rule, Dimitri avoided girls. He surrounded himself with boys, though he wasn't really friends with any of them. The only...thing, he could call a friend, was Balto. And Balto wasn't really a person. He was a Shadow. He...couldn't talk. So it left something to be desired, in the relationship. He tried. He really did. For some reason, though, he couldn't manage to make friends with any of the boys in his class. They liked him well enough, but he wasn't...friends with them.
It came as a surprise to everyone when his first real friend was a girl.
Specifically, Elle Roe, twin sister to Quinn Roe, who was actually named Nine. The twins were nearly inseparable, and Elle was fiercely protective of Nine. They were Implings - furred creatures with long tails and pointed ears. Nine was unusual, even for an Impling. He had white patches, like some sort of backwards dalmatian. The other boys occasionally made fun of him for it, though Dimitri didn't join in. It was perhaps this that endeared him to Elle.
Or, you know. The fact that he often tried to defend Nine.
Regardless of the reason, Nine was missing one day, and it seemed Elle was looking for someone to play with. Dimitri was sitting on a rock in the corner of the playground, stretching a map of the city out and circling areas with a red marker. Some of them had green check marks on them - that meant that he'd already been there. He was rather absorbed in it. So, when a small black finger pointed to a building by the warehouses, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
"That's a neat building, there. My daddy showed us it." Elle said with a small smile, her violet eyes meeting his. He didn't respond, stunned that she was even talking to him, and wondering what he should do. It was a girl. Girls sucked!
But before he could tell her to eat it, she continued.
"It's got these weird sculptures in it. Daddy says it used to be warehouse for an artist, but he died, and everybody just forgot 'bout it. They've been there so long nobody cares anymore. He was hired to find it by the museum, though, so they're going to take them out..." She kind of grinned at him.
"And my daddy says we can't go in anymore."
By the time she finished, Dimitri was hooked.
"How much do you listen to your daddy?" He asked her, rolling the map up slightly.
"How much do you listen to yours?" Elle asked, not bothering with her customary question of 'which one'.
Dimitri grinned in response.
"When are they moving it?" He asked conspiratorially, and Elle smiled innocently.
"I'll only tell you if you promise not to go without me." She said, folding her arms over her chest. "And if you go without me, you won't find the building either."
Staring at the little girl, he was...surprised, but pleasantly so. She was...well, not lame. Eying her, he paused, then offered his hand.
She took it in a heartbeat - and, again, he was surprised, this time to find that he had broken even his own rules.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 10:57 am
The music was filtering out of Kali's room, unblocked by whatever spell she had on her door. That meant, Dimitri knew, that her window was open - and for this, he was glad. He liked to hear Lance play when he came over, and often curled up outside the door to listen.
It wasn't harsh or hard like Lance's music usually was. It was..soft, and almost lilting, kind of like a lullaby.
He could hear the singer's deep voice, in harmony with the music that was coming down from the window. It was nice, despite being unusual. Lance usually sang different songs. But, this wasn't unpleasant.
Quietly, he opened his own door, poking his head out the window. It was warm out, and he could hear a bird singing along with Lance. Not to the same tune, but it added something all the same.
Dropping his rope ladder out the window, Dimitri scrambled down, and jogged over to the tree that lead to his red headed cousin's window. As he was climbing it, he heard her voice join in with Lances. Light and sweet, and higher pitched than the rocker's.
He had read up, in the library, what kinds of voices there were. Lance's, he was sure, was called a baritone. He was able to hit notes like a bass voice, though. Those really deep ones, that made him grin every time. Kali's was a soprano, he was sure. They made a pretty good mix, whatever it was they were singing. He still couldn't make out the words
But it sounded nice. Soothing.
He settled himself down on the branch to listen, closing his eyes and relaxing.
Words or not, the sound was soothing, and as he listened, Dimitri slowly fell asleep.
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