#* dominik

If you think there's anything to compare between the two, you're wrong. Dom has the integrity of a wet lettuce and I wouldn’t blink if he was on fire. Theo, it’ll always Theo.

Centuries, Zephyr had watched the tides roll over the island. Over and over, with little change other than the what and whom. History did indeed repeat itself, and he had no doubt that the waves of such would soon be upon them. Truly, if he had anything to do with it... it was inevitable. Spotting Dominik broaching the edge of the crowd, azure hues locked with his and his head shifted only slightly, indicating for him to follow. As brothers stood, Dominik was the only one he truly trusted, and even then, it teetered on the edge of indignance more than anything; Vasili still hadn’t found his feet, after all this time, and remained little more than one of them by name only. Blood, he’d yet to shed. As they fell into step, following the direction of the hall that led out beyond the terrace, he spoke quietly, barely loud enough to break the sound of those surrounding them, “None of this feels right.”