#adrik things

[ask-the-vargonians]

And I want you to break me, and break me, and break me

Every little bit of what I was, take me

And

Heal me so that I am better for it

You know better than I, the fire that needs to be lit

Let kindness cremate what is left

And take the ashes, bereft

Of the cruelty that was me

Make diamonds and lovely jewels for all to see

I want to be someone good

[ask-the-vargonians]

Adrik sits atop the roof of Dio's mansion, glancing around. He looks over at the sled he abandoned here a few days ago, and smiles wryly. At this point, he can't even muster up the energy for dumb shenanigans.

He kicks his feet a little, biting his lip. He could go back to vargon? The drugs there always make him feel alive, and God knows the place itself is crazy enough to bring some kind of emotion.

But then he might run into his dad, and he knows that'll just bring trouble...He wonders, vaguely, if emotions are like water filled rags. Do you have to redip the rag to get emotion? Can someone be so wrung out that they just...stop functioning?

Sighing, he pulls out a flask - one of Dio's that he stole - and he runs his hands over it. It settles something in his chest, to have something of Dio's. He takes a drink from the flask, and feels a little warmer.

Maybe he just needs a nap, curled between Ryan and Dio? Maybe Delilah under him if he can finagle it. Adrik laughs at the thought, imagining himself as a blanket, to wrap around his loved ones.

"That's so fucking stupid." He says, standing and heading back inside. "Adrik blanket..."