Dimitri

you come home after a long day of work exhausted and drained and you know the cure. you shut off your lights and sit on your bed, basked in the moonlight. soft, slow music plays on your speaker, quiet and soothing. you notice the eyes in the corner silently watching you each night, as they have since you were both little. they're controled, still, but there's something ... a hint of longing and desperation different.. leaking from from them, pouring into the worrisome part of your brain.