Demetri Thornton (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
second_son) wrote2014-08-17 04:27 pm
second_son) wrote2014-08-17 04:27 pm
Late nights and coffee shops [open]
Demetri's only been back in the city for a day, but it feels like more. He's spent all of it in the makeshift town hall offices, getting the paperwork together for his proposal to the council the next night. The funding hadn't been easy to get, especially with the lack of strings that he had demanded. No oversight committee, no outside presence helping them dispense the grant money. Siren Cove business would stay just that, Siren Cove business.
There's more work to do, but he knows he should go home and get some sleep. But sleep is exactly what he doesn't want to do. With sleep comes dreams - nightmares more like it. Of all the things that have been happening in his town whilst he's been away, of everything that had happened in the months leading up to that. His brother being gone and the questions that had remained unanswered about Fabrice's attack.
He settles on setting up in a diner in the end. He has a beer at his elbow and a cooling plate of fries he's not really touched. Laptop open, he's playing with files without really making any changes or doing much work. It's a distraction more than anything, a reason to not go home.
There's more work to do, but he knows he should go home and get some sleep. But sleep is exactly what he doesn't want to do. With sleep comes dreams - nightmares more like it. Of all the things that have been happening in his town whilst he's been away, of everything that had happened in the months leading up to that. His brother being gone and the questions that had remained unanswered about Fabrice's attack.
He settles on setting up in a diner in the end. He has a beer at his elbow and a cooling plate of fries he's not really touched. Laptop open, he's playing with files without really making any changes or doing much work. It's a distraction more than anything, a reason to not go home.
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He catches the slips and smiles very nearly bashfully. It’s a fairly practiced look, people are never very keen on having their family name lorded over them, and nor should they be. He’s done it a lot. “Luke. Demetri,” he says, taking the hand. “But it seems that you already notice that.”
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“It’s okay. I mean, it’s not something I can forget.” Really not, with his father looming over his shoulder most of the time. He likes to make sure Demetri gets as much as the media attention as possible, even if the job would be so much easier working behind the scenes. “No, it’s fine. Honestly. I have this presentation tomorrow and I should leave it alone, but I can’t. Perfectionist and workaholic.”
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Luke loves his parents, but there have been plenty of times when he didn't want to be their star. "Perfectionism chokes out everything else, right? Although I'm not allowed to speak about it, tech at least has a clear goal and a clear finish. Everything else just ..can be worked on forever."
He frowned. "I'm probably making none of this any better, sorry man."
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Luke hadn't planned on talking himself into the dumpsters, but there you had it. His little personal life's crisis.
"Hey, if you're happy, you're happy. I'm not here like an early ghost of Christmas present or something. Never mind me."
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“Probably,” he says, laughing. It’s an honest laugh, for once, chiding himself at how distracted he’s become. “I should probably give up and go home.”
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"Same, mi- is this a first name basis thing now? Because I can't imagine you to be that much older. But it was nice talking to you, and enjoy your night."
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"You too. And your shake and fries."
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