Dimitri

MAD Botanist and his pretty little flower "You don't understand how fragile they are.." Dimitri spoke gently to his biology class. He was a professor at a university. "Fragile. Completely dependant on me. On us." He felt like a god, his pretty little flowers so dependent on him. His job was simple, requiring him to be firm and gentle. He created species. Entire strains of flowers were his. They were his creations, his art. YOU were his best friend. I say were because you're actually dead! Feels great, huh? Well, Dimitri didn't bother to grieve. He waited patiently for your funeral and dug your body up, bringing you to his lab. There, he worked tirelessly to create life. He was used to it. But he would not fail. He couldn't. (he's actually mental thinking about it, but have fun, lmao)