08-26-2018, 09:15 PM
22. boundaries
Dimitri could clearly see the lines drawn between his alters in his room. Their room. He traced to lines with his paws and dragged them through the dust, making an invisible boundary between the lot of them. They were sharing space, yes, but there was little bleed over into rooms. Clearly defined sections for every alter, and now with… her around. He had to find more space. He could feel Dagon over his shoulder as the alter attempted to cofront with him. Dimitri liked to think he was walking beside him or behind him.
“What are ya gonna do, fuckface?”
Maybe like a leech laying on his back.
Dimitri looked over Daisy’s corner, eyes picking out her different paintings. Daisy mostly did crude drawings of nature using her paws or paintings of the alters. Using different colors was a good way to tell who was who. Dimitri was either brown or lime green, Divertimento was lime green, Darby was straight green, Dakota was yellow, Dagon was black, Donovan was a dark red or maroon, Delta was orange and Daisy was pink. They were normally just circles and ovals with ears. They were running out of colors too, and made note that Darby should scavenge for paint. What else did they need? Dagon could use new whiskey and Divertimento would want more knick knacks. Dakota would probably want a few books and Dimtiri wondered if anyone else would loan more books to him.
He started tracing the lines again, looking about.
The only space left was his on, or to split up someone else’s space.
Dimitri could clearly see the lines drawn between his alters in his room. Their room. He traced to lines with his paws and dragged them through the dust, making an invisible boundary between the lot of them. They were sharing space, yes, but there was little bleed over into rooms. Clearly defined sections for every alter, and now with… her around. He had to find more space. He could feel Dagon over his shoulder as the alter attempted to cofront with him. Dimitri liked to think he was walking beside him or behind him.
“What are ya gonna do, fuckface?”
Maybe like a leech laying on his back.
Dimitri looked over Daisy’s corner, eyes picking out her different paintings. Daisy mostly did crude drawings of nature using her paws or paintings of the alters. Using different colors was a good way to tell who was who. Dimitri was either brown or lime green, Divertimento was lime green, Darby was straight green, Dakota was yellow, Dagon was black, Donovan was a dark red or maroon, Delta was orange and Daisy was pink. They were normally just circles and ovals with ears. They were running out of colors too, and made note that Darby should scavenge for paint. What else did they need? Dagon could use new whiskey and Divertimento would want more knick knacks. Dakota would probably want a few books and Dimtiri wondered if anyone else would loan more books to him.
He started tracing the lines again, looking about.
The only space left was his on, or to split up someone else’s space.
Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
There's a shadow hanging over me
———— @Owlie & Elysium & info