( your local aesthete )

don't you EVER get tired of asking me if i ( care ) about things when the answer will always be, uh, no?2> dimitri volkov ;; i ask the "what is art" question.

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         “Overconfident asshole; god, is this what I sound like to people?” he wondered aloud, a smirk playing on his lips before he added, “I like to think I pull it off much cuter, though; and I’d say I’m probably right, too.” okay, maybe he was flirting a little -- but what stays as flirting won’t hurt him, will it? “Whatever; you’re still the grossest around.” he retorted back, eyes rolling once more as he opened the door, stepping aside so she could step out of the college first before walking by her side once more. “An ego is only big if it doesn’t have the credibility to match it -- and, well...” leaving the sentence open-ended, Dimitri shrugged playfully, a light chuckle lacing his words as he now sped up slightly, his car now in view. “Kids sit in the back, so you know where to go.”

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          “Oh my god.” he burst into laughter, chuckles leaving his lips even moments after she’d made that quip; it wasn’t the most appropriate thing to laugh about, for sure, but Dimitri had never really had the straightest sense of humor in the first place. “I’d like to think I’m a much better flirt than this, Claire; besides, you wouldn’t be able to keep up.” winking at her quickly, his expression was replaced by that feigned hurt, a hand flying to his chest and tightening his grip on his shirt in pain. “I can’t believe it; my best friend calling me gross? I’ve never been so victimized.” he rolled his eyes, albeit playfully, walking out of the classroom and expecting her to trail behind him. “Yeah, yeah; move your ass quick, then, before your best friend changes his mind.”

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              “’fraid not; otherwise i would’ve given you your toy already, huh?” he retorted back without skipping a beat, rolling his eyes at the boy’s attitude though amusedly. “aww, that’s alright, cooper, i understand; can’t have the others know how much you secretly pine for me, amirite? -- though i’ll admit, that song’s capable of leaving most grown men in stitches.”

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        “Yes --- but none of those people have bested me to this day, have they? I mean-- there’s a reason I hold the title now, I’d like to think.” he countered, refusing to skip a beat as his grin only grew wider by the minute. “See, but if you fail my class I doubt you’ll be out of here any time soon, hmm?” he was joking, of course; Adriana’d been doing exceptionally in his classes, so this wasn’t something he would be able to hold over her forever. “Ah, gross -- hypocrites are just the worst.” Dimitri drawled out, but he’d already reached for his coat, putting it over his suit and grabbing his things from the desk. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, kid. Let’s get a move on before I change my mind.”

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           “You have no idea.” he sighed, exasperatedly, only to have it followed by a light chuckle. “Some kids these days, I swear; just a bunch of tossers -- and I thought I was bad enough, you know?” Dimitri chuckled, eyes meeting hers as he took another sip. “Thanks, though; I needed this, for sure.”

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                        “it’s laziness and arrogance of a modern era, sure.” dimitri scoffed, mockingly, chuckling a bit and shaking his head at jaxson’s next offer. “as tempting as that offer sounds, i’m afraid i’ll have to pass; sorry, chump, wouldn’t wanna break that fragile little heart of yours.”

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              “And you’re a smartass and a little shit -- which are my titles, supposedly. So if anyone’s the thief here...” leaving the sentence open-ended, Dimitri squinted his eyes at the brunette, daring her to continue on. Puffing up his chest with pride, “Hard work and a lot of time on my hands.” Dimitri answered with a noncommittal shrug; being a teacher had never been on the top of his priority list, but it gave him plenty of time to be near Colette and talk about art -- which were two of the few things he loved most in the world, really. “Ah, yes, forgive me if I’m mistaken, but didn’t you impose the same judgement upon me?” the man questioned, eyebrows raised as a small smirk tugged on his lips. “At any rate-- how do I dare make it up to my, hm, best friend?”

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          “I’m offended you think I don’t.” Dimitri huffed, feigning hurt, though the small smile that graces the tips of his mouth betrayed his otherwise believable facade. “Oh, I just don’t think-- I know.” nodding earnestly, the Volkov rolled his eyes once more at the girl in front of him, squinting at Adri as if examining her. “You’re a puzzle for three year olds, kiddo; pretty damn easy, if you ask me.”

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♘ [When she was like 5 and he was 18], ♛, ♢, ♥, ♦ - All from Nicolette [Attack me with those Sibling Feels™ basically]

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort 

       “listen up, little one,” he says, smiling down at colette’s small figure wrapped in his arms. “one day, you’re going to achieve great things, and become a great person – with or without dad’s permission.” he mutters darkly, but still he brings her close, their ‘secret hideout’ still ever intact as he lets her nuzzle against his chest. “and whenever you’ll need me – i swear to god, kiddo. you’ll have me.”

♛: Sharing a dessert

          “did you just– take that last piece without looking?” he stares down at the empty tray of chocolate chip cookies, dumbfounded, before the outline of a small smirk graces his lips. “that’s the last time i ever share something with you, idiot; you’re so going to pay for that.”

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

          “don’t let dad know i was here, okay?” arms full with art textbooks, the young man rushes down the steps, his little sister trailing behind him. “he’ll think i’ll want to start coming back regularly – which is literally the furthest thing from what i want, really. could you get that?” door now open, dimitri rushes out onto the front porch and down the steps – but not before giving colette a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “you’re the best, kiddo; love you lots!” he exclaims with a laugh, waving goodbye as he hurriedly begins to walk back to his car.

♥: Your muse crying about something

          arms are quick to wrap around the girl’s now fragile-looking frame as anger boils inside her. “was it jaxson?” he questions, “was it dad?” silence envelopes them for a moment, the shuddering of the teary-eyed girl breaking dimitri’s heart bit by bit, piece by piece. “tell me who did this to you.” he’s whispering, stroking her hair and trying to keep calm though he’s close to seeing red. “tell me who’s to blame, and they’ll be sorry they ever even considered hurting you.”

♦: Slow dancing

           “i can’t believe i’m learning this from you.” he bemoans, half jokingly, as he’s swaying to the rhythm in time, his arms both on colette’s frame. he figures, though – if he were to learn dance, it was best he learn it from his own sister. he chuckles, wrapping colette in his arms as they remain in time to the music, his head resting on hers as he smiles, and he sees her return the expression. winking down at her, “love ‘ya, sissy.” he says, and even in his joking tone – he’s sure colette knows he means it.

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           “Because wondering how you sleep at night is at the top of my priority list, Miss Claire.” he quipped back, smirking lightly. Dimitri had been armed with wit from the start -- something often misinterpreted or leading to flirtatiousness on his end, but the brunette in front of him seemed to be playing along -- which was fine, so long as it merely remained that way. “And I think you underestimate me,” he added, grinning from ear to ear. “You think I’m an easy one.”

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         “hey, at least you’re self-aware, right? only thing worse than a tosser is one who doesn’t know it, so-- cheers on you.”

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        “Whatever helps you sleep at night, kid.” Dimitri shrugged, eyes taking in the little scrunch of her nose with amusement. “Oh, yes, please, be my guest.” Dimitri said, gesturing to his body as if daring her to fire at will. At her quip, the Volkov couldn’t conceal the smile that now graced his features, leading to a chuckle and a handful of slow claps. “If ya say so, Claire; though I’m warning you now, you’ll have to work hard to keep up with this best friend o’yours.”

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     The professor scoffed, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of getting caught, are ya?” Dimitri challenged, before nodding satisfactorily as the younger girl pulled out the bottle. Raising a finger to his lips with a conspiratorial “shh,” a chuckle escaped him once more, taking the bottle from her hands and having a sip of his own. “Our little secret.” he echoed, winking.

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         “well, for starters, you bunch’o idiots decided to email me their snaps, mind you -- and if i did have a snapchat that wouldn’t be information readily available for all you young, talented minds -- unfortunately. secondly, aesthetic is, by definition, anything related to the subject matter of beauty: art isn’t something you take lightly.

                  --- ah, yes, there was, in fact -- how chipper of you to have gathered that much info, you must feel so proud. feel free to drop out at any rate, though -- just saves all us folk the trouble, doesn’t it.”

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          “Aw, wow, someone thinks she’s witty.” he countered without skipping a beat, rolling his eyes all the more. Communicating with lowerclassmen had never been an issue for him; they were people, just like he was, and he could never understand the awkwardness other faculty members faced when it came to their pupils. A breathy chuckle escaped him, and he nodded, shrugging his shoulders. “Touché, smartass.” he remarked simply, grinning from ear to ear. “Any more fancy quips about my name before I deduct points from your grade, hmm?”

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      “--- nah, see, i wish i were just being ironic; some o’ your lot are just a bunch of tossers, though. for real.”

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        “Being friends with students is gross.” Dimitri emphasized jokingly, swatting his hand in the air away with feigned disgust; he’d always been known for his sarcasm -- and he figured, why act differently around his students, anyway? “Hey, Volkov could plenty be an actual name. Volkovs everywhere are plenty offended, I just felt it right now.”