Death

                     ”If you were sorry you wouldn’t have done it.                             Everyone leaves, Dema. Always. Only the                              really stupid ones come back. I had no idea                            where the fuck you were or if I should care.                             I don’t want food. I want you to get upset.                            Why the hell would you leave like that?”

      he spoke those gritted teeth as the ghosts of his brother's  hands found themselves on his body again. he desperately wanted the companionship that Leonardo had to offer; he wanted to bare witness to great things that the artists would surely create for himself as well as the world but immortal had his share of skeletons, his sides that were best hidden in the dark. 

            “I don’t want to talk to you unless you’ve brought food.”

◤ ☾◥ ————  ❝Leonardo, I understand that I've made a mistake with, taking an extended leave without mentioning anything but I'm back now. Doesn't that mean anything to you? I—I apologize. I can get food if that's what you want.

(via caelestispunk)

Dema has complicated relationships with humanity as a species as well as the concept of humanity. While he is always fascinated by mortals and their creations, their advances and sense of curiosity and wonder about the universe; he is also appalled by the way they can treat one another with no gainer purpose, how their level of cruelty towards their own is unmatched in it’s magnitude and senseless. The list of this he distastes about  humanity is a long; their ignorance, their inclination towards hate, their shortsightedness as just to name a few but with the years he has learned to live upon them out of boredom.  

   Dema considers himself to be agender as well as genderfluid, since he had existed long before humanity and it’s gender constructs he sees no reason to obey those constructs. He is aware how gender and gender expression are both ever-evolving so he refuses to constricted to any sort of norm. Despite the fact he presented himself in male presenting forms he doesn’t always identify with these forms. While he doesn’t bring up the matter often he is content with the use of a variety of pronouns whether they be the traditional masculine and feminine pronouns to neutral ones. He refers to himself usually based on the form that he is in to avoid the tedious of explaining the complexity of gender to strangers. He will do so if he develops a strong enough connect with a person, mostly likely explain how his behavior which tends not to apply to the traditional ideal of male is not related to female or male and how he feels fluid. He is unapologetic about this part of his identify and won’t hesitate to place someone in their place if they were to question it.  

"I call bullshit."

    they countered, raising a nicely plucked brow. their voice monotone, it's edge sharpened by slight curiousity—slight. like life their interest was ever-fleeting. 

    ❝He's my friend. Leonardo is my only friend if I were to be frank but that's enough. In fact, it was more than enough Leonardo is just so immense of a personality that he is all I need. 

Robert’s job is not to criticize someone on their beliefs, interests, or ideas. He’s here to listen and observe.

           all this considered, dema chose silence. 

     if they could blush they would but alas blood didn't course through frozen veins but they appeared flustered as they clear their throat shifting their gaze once more.