i love you. that is one thing i am sure of， that is one thing i know above all else. i just don't know if i love you enough. sink your teeth into my wrist and scrape your fingers against my bone and tell me you still need me.

that feeling of seeing dee again when he least expects it - it knocks the air out of him. but seeing the attention around her, dimitri doesn't approach. just watches for a bit as he sits quietly under a tree. sipping his coffee.

⋆˚࿔ 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗. ;

( 'can't really blame her. it's taylor.' yeah, but. . . 😕 taylor isn't all that. ☺️ )

( no, he's not. frankly, he finds her. . . overrated. but he knows they're friends, so. . . )

watching. rowena, her friends, and him ... ugh. she's not jealous, just annoyed. why'd she be jealous ? what a stupid thought. ... she's /not/ jealous.

// 😭💔

not one to hang around this crowd, dimitri hangs back slightly, drinking his coffee and quietly observing. he can appreciate their fashion, at least.

( no, not a weird take at all. 🤨 if she wasn't in the vortex club, well. . . )

( dimitri, your ugly jealousy of how close dee and taylor are is really showing. )

i'm not a violent dog， i don't know why i bite.

"art isn't my strong suit either. . . but you're talented. i can see you cooking something." a twitch of the lips as his eyes fall on the empty canvas. "maybe a warm up sketch could help ~?"

( eye twitch. )

( ... 😒😑 )