Demitri
Is it weird that you might be important to me?
Wed Nov 27, 2013 18:03
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“Please don’t go,”

Demitri let out a breath of relief, one he hadn’t realized he was holding, at the girl’s words. He would have left if she’d asked him too, maybe he would have just moved to another table. If that had been the case, he would have spent less time reading, and more time peering over the worn pages of a book to look at Olivia. But she hadn’t, and the hand that was placed over his seemed to cause his mind to grow hazy as he tried to focus on what she was saying. She explained that she liked his company, but that she didn’t want to be in his way. The brown eyed boy blinked once, wondering how she could think that she was in his way.

As he had said, it was he who had been in the way but he could see that Olivia didn’t believe that herself. Demitri’s eyebrows furrowed and he wondered why she was like that. Maybe she had always been that way or maybe something had happened, but either way, the young man felt the need to reassure that she was not, and probably wouldn’t ever be, in his way. When the topic of sitting back down came up, Demitri found that he was rooted to the spot.

His hands were still clasped around the edges of the chair, one holding on tighter than the other. The slight pressure that her smaller hand applied on his kept him from moving. As she continued speaking, her thumb moved across the surface of his hand and Demitri found that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. It completely confused him, but he felt completely content at the same time. He wasn’t sure what was going on with him, maybe it was the new place and the change of time, but he certainly had never felt any of this at home.

Isle de Frčre was known for the French customs that surrounded it, along with many of the beautiful people that resided there. Demitri had met most, if not all, of the people who inhabited the small island simply because he had to. Sometimes, being the son of a king really sucked. It was why Demitri was glad that he was the second son, therefore not the true heir to the throne. His brother, Ambroise, was the intended king and Demitri didn’t envy him at all. Poor Ambroise was already married off to a political match and was pushed and prodded like a puppet. Demitri and his two younger siblings were given more freedom although not much.

Demitri considered himself the lucky one, being sent off away from the island to attend Rocky Mountain. He was happy to get away from it all. In the past few months, the prince had been subjected to so many meetings and encounters with nobles and important figures, most of whom had daughters around his age. And of course, the purpose behind the visits was in the hopes that Demitri would fall hopelessly in love with one of them and secure their ties to the throne. Demitri of course, had no interest in any of them. He was happy that Olivia wasn’t one of them, she was her own person.

“If you would prefer, maybe I could show you around the school? Have you been to Pearl Street yet?”

Demitri’s eyes snapped to Olivia’s face as her hand left his own. He didn’t know why, but he felt an acute sense of loss with the action. He wanted to attribute it to the fact that she was the first person that he had met away from his home, but he had the sense that it wasn’t completely true. He chose to ignore it, focusing instead on the offer that Olivia had made. The boy’s mind reeled, flicking through thoughts and options quickly. He wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened, or what he had been asked. He felt his cheeks flush again as he tried to think of a response.

“I… uh….” Demitri cleared his throat and removed his hands from the back of the chair. “I-I’d like that.” He smiled, moving so that he was next to Olivia’s chair. “I’d like that a lot.”

  • An involuntary cringe resulted from the crash of the fallen chair. It had not been terribly loud, but it pierced the serene environment, booming suddenly before fading away. As of late, Olivia had... more
    • Is it weird that you might be important to me? — Demitri, Wed Nov 27 18:03
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