Dori: I want to do the definitive portrait of you...
Dimitri: I want you to.
Dori: I'm scared though that I won't get your likeness perfectly.
Dimitri: Well, here I am. Look at me. You see me. So... I'm sure whatever you do will be perfect.
Dori: Yes... I want it to be YOU. Just you in your sombre, dark state...the way you really are. No statement, no heavy meaning... just YOU, as you are.
Dimitri: Here I am.
Dori: Yes.
Dimitri: Feel me.
Dori: Yes.
Dimitri: Draw me.
Dori: I will. I will do it.
Dimitri: I love you.
dori: I love you too.


And I drew Dimitri as I know him. The definitive dark bird called Dimitri, in his leather trench, his belly shirt...his leather pants. Always with his cig and his jewelry, always beautiful, always dark, always nocturnal. I call it 'My Immortal' because that is what defines D to me... he is mine, and he is Immortal.

~Dori


Ooops, forgot to mention, D made this beautiful backround for me. Thank you!