Dietre Henrich Abendroth (sonataind) wrote in repose, @ 2018-06-23 19:12:00 |
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Change. It was what he needed, or so he was told. If he couldn’t change himself, then maybe changing his surroundings would be enough. The place he lived, the people he spoke to… He’d change those, then perhaps a change in himself would follow. He had already taken a baby step or two before his little breakdown or whatever it was. He spent time with Oliver. Met Daniel. Both turned out to be good things, and if it wasn’t for the way he kept focusing on Liam, he’d probably feel like he accomplished something. Liam... He couldn’t even think the name without a sick, hopeless sort of feeling coming over him. It was hard now to remember the fluttery sort of joy he used to feel when he first got to know the man. A spring bloom that opened too early, left withered and blackened by a cold snap, killed before it could reach its full glory. It hadn’t taken Dietre long to pack, in the end, he took only one suitcase aside from his keyboard and a bag of Sieglinde’s things. He had been assured that the little house would still be his, and so he left a great number of things behind, using the place as storage until he’d be able to decide what he wanted to do with himself in the long run. He couldn’t imagine that living with Adrian would be anything but temporary. How long before Adrian got sick of having a mopey, anti-social stranger living in his apartment? Probably not long at all. Stepping out of the taxi in front of the address he had been given, Dietre frowned at how hot it was. Not even noon and the air was heavy and humid, an oppressive blanket of heat that settled over him, making him more lethargic than usual. He was made for cold weather, brisk German winters, mild mountain summers. He thrived in layers and dark woolen peacoats, there was not one pair of shorts to be found in his wardrobe. Summer was his most hated season. Pulling out the extended handle on his wheeled suitcase to roll it along beside him, Dietre tugged on Sieglinde’s leash and made his way to the apartment’s door. He was nervous, meeting people was always hard, he could only take a deep settling breath before ringing the doorbell with labeled with Adrian’s name, mental fingers crossed that maybe, for once, things would turn out well for him. |