08-01-2018, 07:59 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]3. snow + where is y/c's favorite place to be?
Dimitri, nor his alters, weren’t much of a fan of the snow. Daisy liked the snow. She liked playing in it, but most of the alters didn’t like the body being cold. If it wasn’t for Snowbound’s peaceful nature, they probably would have moved to another clan. Since moving to Snowbound, a snowy part of the forest was added to his headspace, and the opinion was the same there. Daisy liked playing there but the others mostly stayed in the normal part of their forest. Snowbound’s cold territory was debatably one of their least favorite hangouts. They all preferred the nice warmth of the cabin and it’s blankets. Dimitri had left clear areas for each alter. What bugged him? He felt like he was just cleaning up after them sometimes. It was supposed to be their safe space, but was it his? He wasn’t quite sure these days. Daisy hadn’t been listening to his orders to clean up after herself, leaving him to clean up after her paints and wash paint off his body. He worried Darby would break something. Divertimento would over decorate. He didn’t really worry about the others. Sometimes he worried about eating schedules and cleaning, worried.. Too much.
The cabin was slowly growing. The bed frame was gone and some of the areas had tarted to spill into eachother, except of Dagon’s. He had clearly outlined his piece of the wall with tape on the floor. Dimitri’s sleeping basket was still against the far wall, right about where the sun shined in the morning. He still didn’t have that many possessions- his space was sacrificed for his alters. Sometimes, he hated that… but he wasn’t about to tell them.
On the far right corner was a folded blanket and a bookshelf, about half full of titles. Two new books had been added. On the right wall was a rectangular coffee table. On the left side of that was a few bottles of whiskey. On the right, Delta had five books- the 48 Laws of Power, the Art of War, and three similar titles. She also had a small collection of knives, battle plans, and strategies. On the right corner, by the door, was Daisy’s desk. She had her paintings hung up on the wall, most notably, a group painting, with different colors symbolizing everyone. Half of the painting had rips in them, as if they had been taken down in a hurry.
Donovan had developed his front left corner a little more. There was a little table there now, too. He had poetry written, the pansexual flag hung in a vase, and a bottle of perfume.
Darby had taken the left wall, where he had stunting plans laid out on another table and something about “skiing” whatever that was. Divertimento has taken the last corner. There wasn’t a table there yet, but the tom had taken a few board games and a checkers board sat on the floor.
Dimitri looked about the cabin, and found a sigh escaping his body.
Dimitri, nor his alters, weren’t much of a fan of the snow. Daisy liked the snow. She liked playing in it, but most of the alters didn’t like the body being cold. If it wasn’t for Snowbound’s peaceful nature, they probably would have moved to another clan. Since moving to Snowbound, a snowy part of the forest was added to his headspace, and the opinion was the same there. Daisy liked playing there but the others mostly stayed in the normal part of their forest. Snowbound’s cold territory was debatably one of their least favorite hangouts. They all preferred the nice warmth of the cabin and it’s blankets. Dimitri had left clear areas for each alter. What bugged him? He felt like he was just cleaning up after them sometimes. It was supposed to be their safe space, but was it his? He wasn’t quite sure these days. Daisy hadn’t been listening to his orders to clean up after herself, leaving him to clean up after her paints and wash paint off his body. He worried Darby would break something. Divertimento would over decorate. He didn’t really worry about the others. Sometimes he worried about eating schedules and cleaning, worried.. Too much.
The cabin was slowly growing. The bed frame was gone and some of the areas had tarted to spill into eachother, except of Dagon’s. He had clearly outlined his piece of the wall with tape on the floor. Dimitri’s sleeping basket was still against the far wall, right about where the sun shined in the morning. He still didn’t have that many possessions- his space was sacrificed for his alters. Sometimes, he hated that… but he wasn’t about to tell them.
On the far right corner was a folded blanket and a bookshelf, about half full of titles. Two new books had been added. On the right wall was a rectangular coffee table. On the left side of that was a few bottles of whiskey. On the right, Delta had five books- the 48 Laws of Power, the Art of War, and three similar titles. She also had a small collection of knives, battle plans, and strategies. On the right corner, by the door, was Daisy’s desk. She had her paintings hung up on the wall, most notably, a group painting, with different colors symbolizing everyone. Half of the painting had rips in them, as if they had been taken down in a hurry.
Donovan had developed his front left corner a little more. There was a little table there now, too. He had poetry written, the pansexual flag hung in a vase, and a bottle of perfume.
Darby had taken the left wall, where he had stunting plans laid out on another table and something about “skiing” whatever that was. Divertimento has taken the last corner. There wasn’t a table there yet, but the tom had taken a few board games and a checkers board sat on the floor.
Dimitri looked about the cabin, and found a sigh escaping his body.
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The only time I ever see her
Is when she's behind me in the mirror
Is when she's behind me in the mirror
Owlie / Resident Apex Legends Fanatic / owlie#5369