
I think he dreams. I think he has nightmares about things he wishes he hadn't done. I think there is a lot behind those eyes that even I don't know. Dallieh may be dead, but he lives brighter and with more ferocity than most of the people whom I've met. He burns brightly.

Look... He's smiling! He's crying as well, but he's actually smiling a real smile!

He is the master of his domain and... waits to see if the one he wants to see will come to him. Thoughts of his body, the movement of him, would bring that expression to him, that righteous smile people rarely see. He's looking forward to moving. He's looking forward to the feel of warmth and the heat of eyes on his body. He's dripping with anticipation. Tonight he would be bad, very very bad...

My D was my first... and is my strongest. To see him in the light seems almost forced with how he is acting now. In the past few weeks he has grown so much. He has learned how to love and that somethings are worth breaking for. A lot of the pictures that I post of him are dark. that's not to say that he is dark... he just doesn't know any other path. He is the Raven that flies of velvet wings of dusk. He has fallen for an Angel and has become incomprehensibly deep. I'll add more pictures if you want to see him as I do... just as D.