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 Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2015 4:53 pm
Title: The Older Brother Complex
Characters: Dmitry, Nikolai, Yanna, Alyona
Time: 1:00am
Age: 20
Mood: Confused, slightly annoyed and excited.
Summary: Dmitry meets his little sister for the first time and finds out that she will be mostly his responsibility [ or that's how he sees it ] while his parents work. Trying to teach responsibility his a**...
Word count: 703
It was around one in the morning when he recived the call to come to the hospital. Apparently his mother had been in labor for most of the afternoon and his sister had finally come into the world around 12:15 am. Despite not being fully awake when he was talking to his father, Dmitry got up and threw on a jacket and some sweats, wasting no time getting to his car to drive to the hospital.
When he arrived, looking panicked and out of breath, the receptionist was startled. "Can I help you sir? Are you in need of an emergency?" Of course it would seem like he was hurt or something since he looked like a haggard bum. "Y-Yanna Bolotinov please? Im her oldest son Dmitry here to see my baby sister?" The nurse's eyes widened and a smile appeared on her face. "Of course! Shes in room 112 in the maternity ward. Please be a quiet as possible since we have new moms and their babies resting." The youth flashed her a grin and nodded, heading up the stairs.
Arriving in the maternity ward was something new to Dmitry and it was written all over his face, looking around in awe while searching for his mother's room, that he already passed. He carefully back traced his steps, grabbing the door handle and turning it so he could come in. "Mom? Pops? Here..." Yanna waved tiredly at her son, motioning him over. She was surprised she even had any energy left over to stay awake. Surprisingly though, she's already been through labor once already with her son so maybe it was just out of habit that she stayed up so long. Nikolai was worried to death when Dmitry was born since he was such a quiet baby.
It seemed his sister would be no different.
Dmitry crept forward towards his mother and the small bundle she was currently cradling to her chest, peering over when he got close enough. Yanna smiled and held the baby up carefully so Dmitry could get a good look at her. "We named her Alyona, after your great aunt. Do you want to hold her?" Dmitry gulped, nodding and akwardly holding out his arms. Yanna shook her head and motioned to Nikolai, who rearranged his arms to the appropriate position. One moment, Dmitrys arms were empty, then they were full with something tiny and small.
At first, Dmitry didnt know what to do, looking at both of his parents with a bit of fear in his eyes, but then, it just clicked. Alyona did make some sort of gurggling noise that he couldnt understand for s**t but damn was she cute! His baby sister was finally here and he could come see her every day and be the best big brother he could be. Nikolai choose that moment to drop the bomb on him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Son..." of course Dmitry blinked slowly and turned his gaze from his siter to his father, "Yes?" Nikolai took a deep breath, leveling his gaze with his.
"You remember that second room you have in your apartment yes?"
Dmitry's eyes narrowed just a little bit. "Yessssss? What about it pops?"
"It is intended for your sister. You will be her caretaker whenever we cannot take her with us. You know how business trips can be Da?" That was when Dmitry's jaw clenched and his face turned red. "You want me to use that as a baby room? You DO know my place isnt suited for a baby right?! For christs sake I have a BOYFRIEND....You DO realize we dont just giggle on the couch and watch my little pony right?" Nikolai was used to his boys attitude, so he simply sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You do not have a choice in this Dmitry. We will buy anything you will need and I will also cut a fourth off of your rent. Will this suffice?"
Well, he could really use some cheaper rent...
"Fine. I still think this is bullshit..."
And thus was how Dmitry came to have a second bedroom with nothing but pink, purple, and white...
God this sucked.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 11:45 pm
Title: And Then There Were Two
Characters: Aaru and Desmonia [Ancestor]
Time: ???
Age: 20
Mood: Confused, disturbed, and more than a little curious.
Summary: Aaru says his pledge and visits his wonder for the very first time. He isnt pleased with what and who he found.
Word count: 1313
I pledge my life and loyalty to Saturn, and to Aaru.
I humbly request your aid, so that in return I may give you mine.
He was on a smoke break at work when the words formed in his head, his mouth moving even if he didn't give it permission, the cigarette falling to the ground while he repeated the words passionately:
"I pledge my life and loyalty to Saturn, and to Aaru.
I humbly request your aid, so that in return I may give you mine."
Dmitry felt an unusual warmth followed by a shifting of his core being, something was tugging at him and he opened up his soul to the call of his wonder, closing his eyes as he was transported to a foreign place. The ground felt soft, not hard under his boots when he landed, causing him to feel like he was slowly sinking. Aaru quickly opened his eyes, moving his feet forward, a feeling of outright despair and hopelessness weighing down on him. "What is this?"
He continued forward, slipping every now and then on the mud. Everywhere he looked there was nothing but decay and rot, from the grass to the trees around him, the bare branches casting twisted shadows in front of him no matter how much he tried to dismiss them. Walking seemed to take forever and Aaru wanted to find something that didn't remind him of death and sadness, but it seemed like the sorrowful forest would never end, even as he started to find more solid footing on a stone path that had bunches of overgrown grass on it.
The forest was starting to clear, giving way to what could only be a street light from the early 1900's that didn't seem like it would have any chance of working due to the neglect and overgrowth. Aaru sighed and trudged on, taking in the scenery. It was beautiful in a morbid way and if he had a camera, he would gladly take a couple of pictures to analyze when he found a way to make it back home. Nevermind the fact that if he was correct about that little pledge he made earlier, he was no where near Earth at all. If Aaru was correct [and he's pretty sure he is], he was located on Saturn. How the hell did all this vegetation grow here if the surface of saturn looked like a giant ball of gas?
What threw Aaru into even more confusion was the appearance of a mansion surrounded by what seemed like hundreds of graves. "So...Im ******** Rick Grimes now? Oooookay...." He tried not to step on any of the markers, stopping short of a huge hole and a headstone that had some sort of indescribable language on it. It wasn't the language that bothered him, but instead, it was the fact that this grave was empty along with countless others. Still, the page kept moving, being careful of any holes or whatever else could be lurking around here. If he wasn't careful, he was sure he would've fell to his death when he came across the last bit of cemetery, but instead he moved around it.
The Manor seemed colder than it felt outside, as if it was trying to ward him off, but why?
Aaru pushed on, stepping through the broken down doors made of what was once a really fine mahogany wood, his eyes widening at the sight of the foyer.
"Oh myyy~ A GUEST! Oh I've not had any guests for such a long time...
Okay so he was hearing things now? Was there someone here that he didn't know about? Maybe they could explain things to him? Like why was there grass and s**t on a gas planet?! Should Not be possible, but then again, whatever the ******** he is shouldn't be possible either. "Hey, Im not too fond of ******** surprises, so maybe you should show yourself before I decide to come find you and kick your a** for scaring me in the first place?” There was a strange, yet feminine laugh that echoed from everywhere at once before it was suddenly cut off. The poor page jumped out of his skin when he felt something by his ear.
"Oh by the grace of Saturn you have a temper!...Perhaps it could be used for other things? I would LOVE to take you apart to find out what makes such a fiery kitten hiss so much…”
Okay no. Nonononononononononooooooooooo….
This was beyond creepy.
Aaru turned around with a low growl, only to come face to face with a hauntingly beautiful woman in purple and black. She had the palest skin and the lightest of blue eyes, almost near white. “Wholly ******** are you?” The woman tilted her head with a malevolent smile, tapping the bottom of her chin. ”I don't know….Who are you? Clearly you are apart of my line since you would not be able to get here unless you were an Aaru, but beyond that, I know nothing about you. Do you side with chaos?” Aaru blinked and raised an eyebrow now why would she think that? If he was chaos or whatever, he wouldn't be able to come here...Maybe she didn't know that though?
“Why would I be of chaos?”
”Oh I doooooont knoooooow…One can never be too careful. But since you're not riddled with anything dark, I suppose I could tell you who I am my dear descendant.” She whisped around to the front of him then, tapping his nose playfully. ”I am Desmonia Valdis, but you may call me Desmonia. I am your ancestor Aaru, and i have so much to teach you, but not now...Nononononono...It's not time for that yet. For now, I want you to tell me who you are at least…”
Aaru frowned, unsure if he could trust Desmonia just yet but if she was indeed his ancestor, then there was so much he could learn from her. Giving the woman his name wouldn't hurt much… “Name’s Dmitry. My last name is hard to pronounce so i'm not gonna bother. What happened to this place? Why is it so run down?” Desmonia sighed and waved her hand in the air. ”Perhaps I'll tell you one day….for now, I have something for you. A present so you can see me more often!~”
The excitement in her voice was more than unnerving, but Aaru held out his hand expectantly. He wasn't too sure if he wanted to come back and see Desmonia...She seemed a little off for starters and her appearance was haunting to say the least. So when a small black ring was dropped in his hand, Aaru couldn't help but feel the hairs on his back stand up at the connection that formed between him and the ring. ”That, is something that will allow you to come see me if you ever get bored or lonely. I do love company, so try to see me more often? I proooomise I wont biiiiite…”
Yeah, sure.
Aaru had decided that he would consider coming back to this creepy a** place with this creepier woman. But for now, Aaru stared at the ring, frowning when all he could think of was how he just wanted to go home. The next thing, he started glowing...Desmonia waved with a small pout, looking every bit like a lost puppy. Please come back…. was the only thing he heard before he was transported, feeling the reassuring hardness of cement and hearing the sounds of a busy city. He looked down to see that he was back in his work clothes once more, the only odd thing was the weight of the ring on his index finger. Something that he would have to explain to his boyfriend later he supposed.
For now, there were some things he needed to think upon while he worked.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 7:40 pm
Title: These Things That Go Bump in the Night
Characters: Aaru
Time: ???
Age: 20
Mood: Confused, disturbed and feeling like his balls are in trouble.
Summary: While patrolling around the lake, Aaru begins to feel something strange.
Word count: 507
As much as Aaru hated to patrol, he found himself doing it more often than not.
For some odd reason, he felt the need to be less lazy this night, racing along rooftops to get to his favorite patrolling spot for the night before something happened that would prevent him from trying to relax somewhat. When he made it to the lake, Aaru wasn't surprised to find that there wasn't anything here that was of great importance. This meant that he would just relax and leap through the trees while pretending he was some sort of bad a** red-headed Tarzan, only instead of the makeshift loincloth, he was looking like a gothic version of human Barney with all this purple.
Aaru was on his second lap around the lake when he felt something…Strange and oddly out of place. He couldn't tell what it was, but it was something, which of course really didn't help the situation at all but still when it came to trying to identify just what he felt exactly. Aaru shook his head to clear his thoughts, a cool sensation running down his spine while he kept on patrolling around the lake. For some odd reason, he was expecting some sort of youma created after good ‘ol nessy to just show up to try and eat him. Aaru was mildly amused by this, chuckling while he tried to sort out what this feeling was.
It wasn't fear, but something calling to him, he could hear something in the dark corner of his mind, but couldn't depict what was being said. Maybe it was the code? But would the code give him such an off feeling? It’s not like it hasn't before, the second time he went to his wonder being the prime example. Still, Aaru just could not shake off the feeling that something could be wrong or that someone could be in danger. However, as soon as he tried to figure out what this feeling was, he couldn't feel anything. This really confused the page so much that he nearly stopped running, feeling like it was probably a good time to head back now.
While he was considering going back to his apartment, the sense of dread and the intense need to go find a safe place was ticking in the back of his head. He stopped mid run and promptly turned around, heading back to his apartment. His sister wasn’t with him this night which would make trying to relax a lot easier without having to worry about a crying infant in need of attention. No matter how much he tried to reassure himself when he made it home [Checking his locks, looking through every corner and even keeping the lights on till he was comfortable], the continued feeling from his patrol kept eating at him.
As he laid down to sleep, Aaru found himself wishing that for once, he was completely ignorant of this whole Light and Darkness thing.
At least he would be able to get more sleep at night.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2016 6:45 pm
Title: Becoming Something More
Characters: Dmitry, Ryan
Time: Around 4:30am
Age: 20
Mood: Confused, Scared, Excited
Summary: Dmitry finally admits to loving some one more than himself.
Word count: 1034
I wish I could paint our love
These moments and vibrant hues
Wordplay, turns into gun play
And gun play turns into pillow talk
And pillow talk turns into sweet dreams
Sweet dreams turns into coffee in the morning
This song reminded him of his relationship with Ryan in so many ways. It was something scary and phenomenal all at the same time. The feeling was something he still couldn’t believe and for some odd reason it scared him. When Ryan woke up in the middle of the night [yes he was partially awake], he decided to remain asleep instead of trying to “coax” him back to bed. The poor man needed to sleep and him being awake meant that he didn’t do his job very well, and Dmitry prided himself on all the ways he could make Ryan go to sleep.
After waiting for a little bit to see if he would just go to sleep, Dmitry ghosted his hand along his thigh just to let him know that he was in fact awake and yes he could help if he needed to. Instead, Ryan told him to go back to sleep and that it was basically too early to be up, which was true. Dmitry secured his hold on his fiancé with a leg wrapped around his while he cuddled even further into his chest.
Heh…Yeah right. He wasn’t going back to sleep.
Coffee in the morning
I don't wanna wake you
I just wanna watch you sleep
It's the smell of your hair
And it's the way that we feel
I've never felt comfortable like this
Instead, Dmitry simply looked down at the smaller sleeping form that he was currently tangled with, a thoughtful frown on his face. True to the song in his head, he actually loved watching Ryan sleep. It sounded creepy as hell but it was one of his favorite past times. The man was quite attractive normally, but whenever he was sleeping, it was something different.
He didn’t want to say he was beautiful, since that was something reserved for women and feminine men [something he also used to love looking at], but at the same time….Maybe that was the word for it. He placed a small kiss on Ryan’s forehead, taking in the smell of the shampoo he used to wash his hair and chuckling when he smelled the scent of the Old Spice Fiji freshener he always used for his hair. Normally that would annoy him just a little, but in a way it was like he was staking his claim in some weird barbaric way.
Damn, was he getting all philosophical?
“You really are my weakness aren’t you? Making feel like I have to protect you all the time…”
Of course Ryan could take care of himself, but he was talking about keeping him safe from the baddies out there that would take his starseed without warning or drain his energy just so that they could give it to some stupid b***h that told them one lie or the other just so that they would serve her blindly. He would protect Ryan from as much of it as he could, but there was only so much he could do.
His thoughts aside, Dmitry finally came to the conclusion that… It was okay to be scared, it was okay to feel like he was going to ******** up the one good thing he actually managed to hang onto. It was overwhelming…He held Ryan as close as he could without waking him up, staring down at the finger that would soon be adorned by a small piece of metal that told the world that this was his, he was staking a claim and finally admitting that he loved someone more than himself.
Old souls we found a new religion
Now I'm swimming in that sin, that's baptism
Pick a star in the sky
We could both say goodbye
This song was really putting him in a headspace he wasn’t quite ready to deal with, but now that he was in this headspace, he was appreciative. He would say that in a way, this was some sort of new and scary religion where feelings were admitted and worshiping bodies was something that was encouraged.
Swimming in sin was something he did on the daily without any regrets or cares, but instead of sleeping or messing with anything that just happened to capture his eye, he slept with someone that made him sing. Dmitry rolled onto his back, taking Ryan with him as he moved so that he could rest his head on his chest instead of the bed. It was one of his favorite non sexual positions to be in, one where he would wake up to golden brown hairs on his chest, the same smell and warmth every day.
It was a lot better than trying to remember what he did the night before or just whose head of hair this was. He turned his head to look outside of the window, staring at the stars that twinkled in the sky while they mixed in with the colors of the sun barely peeking over the horizon. If he could pick a star, it would have to be something in another galaxy, since the one that they were currently in was already ******** up. He sighed and shifted just enough to make sure Ryan wouldn’t be disturbed while he got up to go on an early patrol. He was in a thinking mood, and maybe he could go be productive while he thought on the current happenings in his life.
Dmitry turned around and crawled on the bed with a small grin. “My weakness, my heart, my best friend. The things I can get away with while you’re sleeping. I love you…” He gently bumped his forehead to Ryan’s before he got up as quickly as he could, chuckling gently when Ryan shifted a little in his sleep. The things he couldn’t manage to say when Ryan was conscious, were best said when he was asleep anyway. He would blush and stumble over his words otherwise. Maybe he would go ring shopping later when he came home.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2022 1:14 am
Title: Up All Night
Characters: Dmitry, Nikki, Livvie
Time: 1:00am
Age: 28
Mood: Doting, Thoughtful, Happy
Summary: Dmitry never knows why its often at night when he decides to have any thoughts that are remotely philosophical. Insert his children here.
Word count: 698
Dmitry couldn't sleep, which meant this was going to be one of those sleepless nights where he manages to sit up and watch a movie, or stare at the ceiling. Usually in the past he would take his vape pen and go have a couple of puffs outside bit snice he is now a fully fledged husband and father, this just didn't seem like the right thing to do around his children [wanting them to develop better habits than he did and yadda yadda]. Currently he was sitting up in bed, which wouldn't last long because he could hear the soft whimpering of his son Nikkie over the baby monitor. Ryan was already stirring and while he would love to see that fine a** walking away, he was up already and could tend to the little mini Ryan.
He leaned over, giving his husband a kiss on the forehead, "Ive got it. Sleep."
Rolling out of bed, Dmitry made sure he at least had some form of bottoms on [sweat pants this time], making his way to the room adjacent to theirs. Nikkie was only whimpering but he could tell the toddler was awake, bright blue eyes looking up at him with the cutest little pout. "Alright baby boy, why are you up?" Nikkie quickly sat up, holding onto the railing while he bounced. "Upsies." His son wasn't as boisterous as his daughter, often causing him to strain his ears a little to hear what he had to say, "Oh? Nikkie, you know its beddie bye time right? Like what Livvie is doing?" He chuckled and picked the toddler up, rubbing his nose to his little button one while Nikkie grabbed onto his face. "Da Da no beddie bye..."
Dmitry chuckled and nodded, "Cant sleep either huh kiddo?" Checking on Livvie to confirm she was asleep, Dmitry took his son out into the Livingroom, turning on the tv. He wasn't sure what he would be watching but he would figure it out eventually. He settled on something more kid friendly in the sense that there wasn't any jump scares, sex or heavy violence. "Too bad youre not old enough for Rambo or Full Metal Jacket... One day Ill let you watch the classics baby boy." He bounced the toddler on his leg while settling for The Mask. "This is Jim Carey at his best...We can watch Sonic later too, he's also pretty good in that one as well. There's also batman too."
Nikkie was asleep soon enough, to which Dmitry moved to lay down with him on his chest, still watching the movie. It was still strange, being a father. Hell, he was still getting used to the fact that he had older siblings that were twins themselves. There was also the fact that they did have a third child on the way with the same surrogate, this time with Ryan's contribution. He hopped that his son would be a mini Ryan just like his older brother laying on his chest. Honestly, they made some cute kids, and to think he wasn't for this almost five years ago now. Nikkie stirred a bit in his sleep, Dmitry adjusted him accordingly, tapping on his binkie.
The movie was coming to its end and while the couch was comfy, he would need to get his son back in his crib so that he could sleep properly. Usually the twins would be in the bed with them, but that wasn't possible earlier due to activities that were happening after Ryan had put them to sleep. Moving carefully, he got off of the couch with Nikkie being held closely to his chest. The trek back to the kid's room wasn't all that bad. He carefully and silently placed Nikkie in his crib, leaning over to find Livvie's blue eyes staring at him with something akin to betrayal and fury.
Whelp, he knew it was going to be a long night, but at least his daughter took more to scary movies over her brother. "Alright princess I'm sorry, Let's go watch some YouTube yeah?"
Hopefully this wont be a night where they wake up multiple times throughout the night.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2023 9:46 pm
Title: Mild Concerns
Characters: Dmitry and Emorlai
Time: 12pm
Age: 28
Mood: Entertained, Happy, Mildly Concerned
Summary: Dmitry Spends some quality time with his youngest.
Word count: 604
Dmitry could not fathom just how a one year old child would be able to sit through Rambo, Hellsing, and Hellraiser without batting an eye. Clearly he should be more concerned than he was, however he was just content to have a scary movie buddy, even if it was just his youngest son. They were currently watching Moana, and Emorali did not look the slightest bit interested. He was quiet, but he wasn't clapping like he usually did during their movie time. Nikki and Livvie were out and about with Ryan shopping, to which he choose to stay behind so he could watch their youngest instead of waking him up to place him in a carrier. The twins were relatively tame whenever they were woken up, their younger brother was the exact opposite. He had to wake up whenever he was ready, otherwise there would be hell to pay with the currency being your eardrums. Dmitry looked down when he felt small hands tugging on his hair, "No no!" Emorali pointed to the screen with a frown before looking back at his father.
"What bubby? The light where the sky meets the sea isn't calling you?"
God he has watched this movie too many times, his spoiled princess being in love with all the Disney princesses to the point that she had to watch at least one of their movies before going to bed. The look of pure offendedness his son gave him cause a booming laugh to come from his lungs. The fact that the one year old was even able to do that amazed him, "Alright, cant tell your daddy I didn't try...." He got up off the couch, taking his son with him while he turned the t.v. to the second input. "Well, we could always start clean up right?" He proceeded to wrap his son comfortably, turning on Spotify. Endlessly by Chevelle started playing and the one year old began to giggle and clap happily. "Geez, I swear you came from me and not Ryan with your tastes in...Everything." He grinned down at the wriggling bundle, beginning his cleaning. They had speakers installed throughout the house so they could hear the music wherever they went.
Going from Chevelle to Slipknot, and finally to Rob Zombie, Dmitry went through, cleaning everything. Having a house versus an apartment meant more to clean but damn he didn't regret it one bit. They had a nice front and back yard [his father demanded that they have landscapers and gardeners come by once a week to maintain both front and back of the house. Dmitry agreed as long as his father promised to pay them from his pocket. It wasn't shocking when Nikko agreed without question], they were relatively close to everyone they knew [Mercy and Cass were five minutes away, Damien and Rose were at least fifteen and Ciora and David were twenty. Lily and Eli lived downtown and Xander was out on the opposite side of the city....Mansion and all], which was a god send.
Cleaning complete, Dmitry turned off the music, suppressing a laugh at the sleeping baby strapped to his chest. Only Emorlai could fall asleep to something like Dragula.
Well, at least he didn't have to worry about putting him down for a nap.
"Alright buddy, no doubt you are definitely my mini me. At least in taste." He kissed he top of his beach blonde hair, walking to the children's room to put his son in his crib.
Yep, that kid was going to be the one that scared him the most.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2024 7:06 pm
Title: Facing inner Turmoil
Characters: Dmitry
Time: 12pm
Age: 29
Mood: Emotional, Confused, Upset.
Summary: Dmitry comes to some conclusions when it comes to accepting the fact that he is more than likely polyarmous.
Word count: 1027
So he ******** up, he ******** up reaaalllly bad and he didn't know how to fix it.
Dmitry sat on the porch of the rundown mansion that was on his wonder, staring up at the sky, contemplating why the ******** he even said anything about wanting to turn their nine year monogamous relationship into a polyamorous one overnight. How the ******** did he explain to Ryan that he was used to having both? Before they met he would have relations with male and female alike, but also he had a smoking habit on top of a budding drinking habit as well at the time, and he has since matured. “Used to having both. Dmitry you sound like an a*****e.” Instead of contemplating further, he got up to enter the mansion, tools in hand. Today he was going to work on taking most of the old tapestries and rugs out to see if he could bring them back for renewal or if he would have to just sell them.
He started rolling up a rug, surprised his ancestor didn't want to show her face, but then again he wasn't in the mood for her usual antics and was more than likely to hurt her crazed feelings. As he rolled the rug, his vision started to blur, but he kept on going, wanting to keep himself occupied. It was when the tears started to fall onto the rug did he just give up and sit there with his head in his hands. What the ******** did he just DO?! Granted, he did nothing physical with Moon, but a darker more selfish part of him wanted to. That time that they just hung out to watch movies? He was struggling not to kiss her right then and there while they discussed all the horror movies they liked. Whenever he went to one of her appointments? The urge to hold her hand or wrap his arm around her waist was strong. When she started to show, he found himself wondering what it would feel like if she conceived the more traditional way.
Dmitry slammed his fist into the rotting wood that made up the floor of the mansion that he was in. He often thought about other things as well, things that included both Moon and Ryan. He wanted to know what it would feel like to cuddle with her on the bed after some intense sex or even just to cuddle in the first place, know what it felt like to have her lips on his when he came home or to even have her and Ryan giving him a hug at the same time. Just the thought of wanting something physical with Moon caused the tears to fall even faster. That was something he did not tell Ryan nor did he think he had the heart to. It wasn't that Ryan wasn't attractive (god if he could just do nothing for the rest of his life and keep that man as a permanent fixture to their bed he wouldn't hesitate), It wasn't that he fell out of love with him (the thought of Ryan leaving his life in any capacity caused his heart to beat so fast it hurt). He loved Ryan more than he loved living.
He….Wasn't happy.
But how could you be unhappy and still in love? This entire process made no sense to him. He wasn't unhappy in general, so where? Taking a deep breath, Dmitry sat back on his haunches while he cried like a big baby. He always knew where the unhappiness was coming from, but that was also something he didn't want to admit to Ryan, because how do you explain that you're happy in all aspects of your relationship with the exception of the bedroom? That's not to say Ryan was not a satisfying partner (just the thought of Ryan and their bed activities had shivers running down his spine), he was that and more. But it was the fact that he was unhappy because he wanted BOTH sexes is what drove him up the wall. Why didn't he discover this s**t sooner?! He could guarantee that it would've been easier on him and Ryan had this become a problem much much earlier in their relationship.
They could’ve navigated and figured something out.
But then again, what if the consequence was Ryan leaving?
That was something he wouldn’t be able to handle, no matter what the status of their relationship was.
Looking up at the ceiling, Dmitry tried to keep from crying, angrily whipping at his eyes. He didn't know what to do at this point. Ryan still loved him and accepted him, but he still felt like s**t. In his opinion he didn't not deserve Ryan at all and his current thoughts did nothing but prove this point even further.
So, what was he going to do about it?
Dmitry sat up, closing his eyes while he thought, annoyed at the slowly drying tracks that his tears left behind. He needed to talk to Ryan again, but this time, he would do it in a more mature fashion. At least that was the plan. As far as when this talk would happen, he didn't know. The encroaching thought that Ryan would just leave was causing him to hesitate. When he was ready, they would have that talk. He finished rolling up the old dusty rug that he had, hefting it onto his shoulder. Maybe he could take some of the rugs down to Earth for restoration. He already needed to go to Home Depot for some new mirrors. As he worked, finally replacing some of the rotted wood that made up the flooring, he started to calm, thinking a bit more clearly. A talk with Ryan would be needed eventually, and perhaps they would need to contact Moon to see how she would feel about all of this. For now, Dmitry decided that the first step would be trying to focus on getting his s**t together emotionally so he wouldn't have an emotional breakdown whenever it came to talking about intense topics.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2024 2:52 pm
Title: Acceptance
Characters: Dmitry
Time: 2am
Age: 29
Mood: Resigned, Upset, Exhausted.
Summary: Sometimes you have to pick your battles...Dmitry is tired.
Word count: 1080
So he managed to take two steps forward and three steps back.
Dmitry sat on the edge of a small cliff, taking a hit from his pen while swinging his feet back and forth, looking up at the nighttime sky. His truck was behind him and he felt a bit calmer now that he was out of the house. He already sent his parents a text message to keep the kids for a bit longer while him and Ry worked things out. Thinking back to their conversation, he tried to review how he could’ve went at it a bit better, but if he were being honest with himself, he didn't see any way at all. Either way Ryan would be upset (whether he talked to Moon first or not), and they would be right the ******** back at square one. He took another hit and wondered if this was all worth it in the end? Was it really imperative that he have another person in their relationship? Looking down at his hands, he was beginning to think that it really wasn't. It wouldn’t be too late to just send a message to Ryan to forget he said anything and that he was going to drop the subject entirely. He pulled up his phone, scrolling through the messages to select Ryan’s name, typing away.
But for some odd reason he couldn't hit send.
A part of him just whispered at that small bit of hope that maybe this could work, and that he should weather the storm and see before giving up. It was this tiny part of him that only increased his anger at the whole situation, squeezing his vape pen so hard he heard it crack. Once again, what was the point? Sure he could call Moon, see when she wanted to meet and confess but what good would it do if it only served to hurt Ryan further? Or hell, drive them further apart because of his selfish actions? No, this wasn't worth it and he wasn't about to do it. Dmitry laid back on the ground, hands behind his head while he tried to squash that other part of himself that said this was okay and that it was natural to love more than one person, to be with more than one person. Hell, Xander was once again a prime example of this, but the missing trait is that his partners are okay with it. You can't have a smooth poly relationship if one partner isn't okay and suffering just so you could be happy.
Dmitry was an a** but he wasn't a cold hearted monster.
So if he did this, walked away, then he wouldn't get another chance to do this…
He looked up at the sky again, still torn and he hated himself for it. Maybe it was time to see a therapist, that way he could get all this out with no judgment or hurt feelings. Moon wouldn't be any wiser and Ryan would feel better, it was the safest and best option for their marriage and their family as a whole. At least with a therapist it would make managing these feelings better so that way he doesn't have a ******** meltdown like he did the first time. Dmitry pulled up his phone once more, selected Ryan’s chat bubble, pressing send on the message.
Quote: I'm sorry Ry, for everything, for disrupting our marriage and putting you through all this emotional turmoil. It's not right and it’s not fair to you at all. I decided that I'm not going to pursue this. Hopefully we can look back on this in the future and laugh at how ridiculous I was for even suggesting it in the first place. I think Yatora is a therapist so I'm going to see him for some other things to get sorted. I haven't talked to Moon and I don't plan on it. We can just keep this between ourselves and forget it even happened in the first place. Mom and Dad have the kids for a couple more days so we can just have time to ourselves. I'm here when you're ready. I love you.
For some odd reason, that was the hardest message he’s ever had to send in his life. But it was the right message to send and he didn't regret it one bit. It hurts, yeah but feelings go away with time and patience. Like he mentioned in the text, he hoped they could look back on this and laugh their asses off. Slowly, Dmitry got up from his position and made his way to the driver’s seat of his truck, backing away from the spot he was just laying in earlier. The drive back home was a long and quiet one, with a repeat of Sleeptalk by Dayseeker. The lyrics didn't quite fit, but some of them did and that was enough for him to continuously listen to it on repeat. Once he pulled up in the driveway of his home, he parked in the garage and made his way inside so he could make himself something to eat and go to sleep.
He sat on the couch with his dinner, turning on the TV to watch something while he ate. The thought of watching anything horror related just made him sad and angry so he opted for action, mindlessly watching Terminator for the fiftieth time, even mumbling some of the lines he knew by heart. This was one of the few movies he could watch on repeat and never really tire of it with Pandorum being the second. He ate slowly, trying to get the most out of his time and maybe stall on sleeping for some weird reason. Despite the message that he sent, he was in no mood to talk about things with Ryan at the moment, relaxing into the sounds of the movie while he continued to eat. It seemed like he finished too soon…But the credits were rolling so he got up, turned off the TV and put his dishes in the washer before heading to the bedroom he shared with Ryan. After getting disrobed for bed, Dmitry laid on it, closing his eyes with a sigh.
He had a feeling that the next day would either prove to be fruitful or it would just be another day of silence. Either way, he was exhausted. Sleep came to him as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2024 9:28 pm
Title: Some Brief Yard Cleaning
Characters: Dmitry
Time: Unknown
Age: 29
Mood: Accomplished, Irritated, Hopeful.
Summary: Aaru makes some progress on the grave yard, Desmonia continues to be an annoyance.
Word count: 1020
Today was a bit of a moving day for some of the bodies that were buried in the fields of Aaru. Having finally gotten some time to himself [not that he would regret spending time with his husband and kids] Aaru was able to finally come to his wonder with some bags of planting soil, a shovel, gardening tools and even a hand lawnmower with a battery operated one that was fully charged. He wasn't sure if the battery one would work, but he was willing to give it a shot. If not, then he had the hand one he could use. After what seemed like fifty million teleportation's back and forth, he finally had everything he needed, including the charger for the battery of the lawnmower [one day he would see if he could teleport a john Deere mower just to make things much smoother].
A shiver went down his spine, signifying Desmonia’s presence.
Welp there when working in silence.
“Just what do you think you're doing?”
“What does it look like? I'm trying to get this place looking nice. You've seen what I've been doing on the inside so I know you're not stupid.” The look on the blonde's face screamed irritation, “That won't be needed. This field is proof of the progress of all the Aarus before you have made. Don't you want to keep that up? Don't you want to keep working on the experiments I recorded in the journal you found?!” Her voice was getting louder and louder by the minute which served to irritate him in return. “No D, I do not. I want to get this place looking less like something from a Stephen king novel and more like a wonderful work of architecture. I have people that want to come visit and they cant because I refuse to let them see that my ******** wonder is an impromptu graveyard with a funeral home as the main attraction.”
Desmonia huffed and crossed her arms, “Clearly you have no appreciation for science.” The redhead turned to face his ancestor with a growl, “I have no appreciation for a woman that thought killing her own ******** daughter was acceptable! Immortality is something that does not exist!” Rather than get into an argument with her he moved to the first grave and started digging aggressively. “I…I didn't …. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!” was the only thing she said before disappearing. Good, he could focus on getting through this. It was already going to take him such a long time to get these holes dug and filled, then he would have to maybe plant some grass seeds and they would grow to replace the grass he was losing by digging. As much as his ancestor irritated and disgusted him, he knew she wasn't all there in the head and bringing up her dead daughter was a low blow.
Still, how are you okay with coldly killing someone you created in cold blood? All for the sake of science and the pursuit of immortality? Why live forever when you could just enjoy the comforts of the now? These were the questions that he continued to ask as he dug, getting through the first hole relatively easy. This body was encased in a wooden coffin which worked for him, he was able to dig around on one side of the coffin, getting a good and careful grip on it before leaping out of the hole.
Taking note of the name on the grave, the current Aaru started walking towards the catacombs with the intent to place the body in one of the empty holes down there. When he could figure it out, he was going to turn this from a catacomb to a mausoleum? Was that the proper word? The fancy place with all the marble and gold name plates? Of course he would love to see if he could cremate some of the bodies, but he didn't have the slightest clue on how he was going to build a cremator or the material for it.
Something for him to look up whenever he got to the office. He would also have to allocate some funds to the secret account he had for wonder expenses if that was the case. Maybe he could ask Dami and Cass for help along with Xander just to get some things done faster. Of course they would probably be freaked out by the sight of his ancestor but she would go away in time and then everything would be kosher. As soon as he got the body in it's place he quickly started filling up the hole with dirt, pulling out a notepad to write down relevant information like a name and when they were born as well as when they died. Some of these graves would be unknown since their names faded over time but that was alright, he would still make sure he had a spot for them anyway.
D showed up again but quietly observed him while he worked which was just fine, as long as she didn't open her mouth to say something he was okay with her watching. Time passed a bit slowly but with how quickly he was working [he brought a battery operated boom box to play music from his offline Spotify while he worked] he was sure he would get at least a big corner of the field done. He was already working on the second to last grave when he stopped to wipe some sweat from his eyes. It wasn't hot on his wonder, more like a gloomy constant 65 degrees but that didn't mean he wouldn't sweat doing some hard work. Hopefully once he did renovate everything he could work on restoring some more magic to his world and get it complete. Something else he wanted to do was at least get D to see the error of her ways as far as her experiments went.
It was just wrong but if he could see that then maybe she wouldn't sound so crazy and deranged like some sort of anime villain.
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