- Messages
- 195
- OOC First Name
- Jess S
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Ares
- Wand
- 10-inch flexible black walnut with Fwooper Feather Core
- Age
- 9/24/2028 (33)
Dimitri was sick. He hadn't been sick in a while, not since he'd left home. At least, not like this. He knew why, of course. He had waited outside the Leaky for Ares yesterday, as he did every day, but he had stupidly waited for almost an hour in the rain. Ares hadn't shown up, much to Dimitri's disappointment, and waking up this morning, Tri had realized he had more to worry about.
His apartment was really rather bare- his 'kitchen' was really one set of silverware, a plate and bowl, one coffee cup, one little pot, and a small skillet. No table or chairs, and he had a single couch in the living room, his guitar, and a stereo in the corner with a stack of CDs next to it. His bedroom wasn't any better, really, a single bed with simple blue bedding and three pillows with mismatched pillowcases, and a suitcase with a few outfits in it. The bathroom was barely any better- toothbrush, hairbrush, a razor and shaving cream, half a bottle of cologne, and some hair gel, with his 3-in-one bottle of wash in the shower and his two towels on the rack.
When he woke that morning, he was shaking, coughing violently, and shivering. He wrapped himself in his thick comforter and stumbled out to the couch, falling to the cushions and shaking like a leaf in the wind. He passed out a few times, waking up and scrambling to the bathroom a few times to throw up the mucus before trudging back to the couch and collapsing onto it. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he was missing his meet up with Ares- Dimitri never missed a meet up with Ares, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to move for a walk.
Tri groaned, burying his face in the cushions and trying not to cry. For the first time since he had left home, he felt truly alone. He had no one, no one to worry or care. He already knew that Ares would just walk without him then go back to his home. Tri had been fighting for the other man's affection, but really Dimitri started to accept that his affections for Ares were completely one-sided. Tri was just the crazy Russian boy, Ares wouldn't notice his absence today, and even if he did he certainly wouldn't care. Tri whimpered softly, in pain and dejected, almost hating that all he wanted was to curl up against Ares and feel the other mans arms around him. He sighed, his entire body aching as he coughed into his shoulder. He just felt miserable.
His apartment was really rather bare- his 'kitchen' was really one set of silverware, a plate and bowl, one coffee cup, one little pot, and a small skillet. No table or chairs, and he had a single couch in the living room, his guitar, and a stereo in the corner with a stack of CDs next to it. His bedroom wasn't any better, really, a single bed with simple blue bedding and three pillows with mismatched pillowcases, and a suitcase with a few outfits in it. The bathroom was barely any better- toothbrush, hairbrush, a razor and shaving cream, half a bottle of cologne, and some hair gel, with his 3-in-one bottle of wash in the shower and his two towels on the rack.
When he woke that morning, he was shaking, coughing violently, and shivering. He wrapped himself in his thick comforter and stumbled out to the couch, falling to the cushions and shaking like a leaf in the wind. He passed out a few times, waking up and scrambling to the bathroom a few times to throw up the mucus before trudging back to the couch and collapsing onto it. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he was missing his meet up with Ares- Dimitri never missed a meet up with Ares, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to move for a walk.
Tri groaned, burying his face in the cushions and trying not to cry. For the first time since he had left home, he felt truly alone. He had no one, no one to worry or care. He already knew that Ares would just walk without him then go back to his home. Tri had been fighting for the other man's affection, but really Dimitri started to accept that his affections for Ares were completely one-sided. Tri was just the crazy Russian boy, Ares wouldn't notice his absence today, and even if he did he certainly wouldn't care. Tri whimpered softly, in pain and dejected, almost hating that all he wanted was to curl up against Ares and feel the other mans arms around him. He sighed, his entire body aching as he coughed into his shoulder. He just felt miserable.