#disia

Various Doodles of mine and my friends oc’s from the last year.

Dimitri stared out the dirty bus window at the vacant streets of Storybrooke. It was raining, the dark clouds above making day feel like night. His stop was coming up soon, and he couldn't be more nervous. He'd been touring for a few weeks, and though the experience was amazing, he knew it was missing something. Someone. So he packed up 2 weeks early and got the first flight back to Maine. He'd been on the bus for awhile now, and though he'd like to have caught up on missed sleep, his nerves made it impossible. His hair was a mess, clothes disheveled. He hadn't showered in at least two days. But that, was apparently the life of a rock and roll artist on tour. The bus slowed at the end of the street, jerking slightly as it came to a stop. Dimitri stood, swinging his duffel bag over his shoulder and pulling his suitcase after him. It made a slight clunking noise as he wheeled it down the stairs and onto the pavement. The bus driver closed the door behind him and left him there alone. Left him there to face his mistakes on his own. Dimitri sighed, making his way to the house, slowly but surely. When he finally reached it, he hesitated. What if she was over him by now? Given up on him? What if she hated him so much that she didn't want to see him again? He'd never know unless he tried. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door...