Making all his nowhere plans for nobody // DIMITRI AUGUST CDC

[Owlie]

☢ loyalty + how does y/c deal w upset people?

8/01/18

There was no distrust among them- or, as very little as possible. They got in trouble sometimes for getting stuff without Dimitri’s permission, or acquired stuff for eachother. Dagon had gotten Dimitri’s piercing some time back, and didn’t hear the end of it for days.
They all had their purpose, and they felt they had some amount of loyalty to each other. They had learned over time that fighting was fruitless and it was better to try to work in equilibrium. They were used to being alone for a long time. Working together to keep Dimitri okay and keep Dimitri’s body alive. Seeds of distrust were sewn with the alters sometimes. When Donovan had fully realized who he was, and wanted to explore himself more, Dimitri and Dagon had to rein the sexual alter in at the time. Even if Donovan had shifted into his own body, Dimitri’s body was still under there. Donovan’s purpose stemmed from Dimitri’s nervousness and inability to talk to others. The tom had massive anxiety when it came to expressing how he felt about someone and Donovan…. Was the opposite of that.
Dimitri wanted the best for the alters and felt he had some responsibility for them. He made them. They needed each other. They couldn’t just wrestle for control or do something nuts. Dagon held natural distrust of the new alters for a long time, but knew to eventually trust them. Dagon liked to think of them as a band of brothers or some weird family. That’s what they were, to an extent. They couldn’t be disloyal to eachother. Not when they shared a body and not when they all had to take turns. They had to be open with each other and had to share with each other. There was no hiding secrets from Dimitri- not when Dimitri could look into their memories if they had to. They pressed together and they tried to work together in symbios.

Dakota’s purpose was the father figure. At least, that’s what the alter believed. Part of his duty was keeping everyone in line and okay. The old, black persian was the great compromiser and to an extent, everyone’s grandpa. He made sure to be there first when someone was upset. Dakota’s purpose normally tied him to the headspace. That was why the elder rarely made an appearance. His duties mostly pertained to the headspace. He mostly started by wrapping his big, fluffy self around them, trying to give them licks and expressing, “hey. It’s okay. I’m here. Need a hug?” He tried his best. He was calm and well-meaning, stoic and large. He was actually shorter than the others but made up for it in his pure fluffiness and his presence among them. Maybe him just being there made the lot of them calmer. Dakota had some kind of expectation for them and wanted the best out of every alter. He tried to cheer them up and gave advice using his own stories (none of his stories were things that had actually happened to him. They were just programmed into him.) Dakota found the mentor figure to be best for him, and wouldn’t have it another way.

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