Dietre Henrich Abendroth (sonataind) wrote in repose, @ 2017-08-31 19:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, dietre abendroth, liam roberts |
Who: Dietre Abendroth and Liam Roberts.
What: Liam invites Dietre out.
Where: The library.
When: The night after this.
Warnings/Rating: Low? TBD.
It was inevitable after so many things going right, that everything would begin to go wrong. That was just the way his life worked. Bad luck hung over him like a cloud. He had been a fool to think that he’d be able to handle so many new acquaintances at once. It felt like all of his bridges were being burnt before they were even finished being built, and he was the one who set them aflame. It seemed he was incapable of having a single conversation with Misha Belamy without it going wrong, each of them coming away from it hurt and confused. And despite the other boy’s assurances, Dietre was convinced Damian hated him. The feeling was somewhat mutual, and now he couldn’t help but worry over the stability of his employment. Dietre wallowed in self-loathing throughout the afternoon, see-sawing between anger and despair, but Liam’s invitation was a like a life buoy thrown to him in the middle of a stormy sea, something to cling to to keep from drowning. He counted down the minutes until sunset, his taxi arriving while the sun was a mere orange glow on the horizon. Just as he said, he had no trouble getting permission to leave the asylum under the pretense that he would be at the library. Dietre was curious over what Liam had planned after he had been told that the library would be closed. If they weren’t going into the library, then… where? And what? He mulled over the possibilities the whole drive. If Liam’s intention was to distract him from his misery, then he was a genius, as Dietre was just that. Distracted. He stepped out from the taxi and approached the library dressed in his usual somewhat formal attire, an expensive looking gray-blue collared shirt and pressed pants, but he was not nearly as polished as he had on the night they met. He wore no tie, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair fell boyishly across his forehead, free from product. Tonight that world weariness was settled firmly into his features, his eyes red rimmed from tears long dried, and the shadows beneath them deeper than before. But when he looked up and saw Liam waiting for him, he brightened, the ghost of a smile hovering momentarily about his lips. “Hello, again…” |