Present for my almost twin.
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antivanrufflesThis is what happens when I'm left to my own devices with a great prompt.
Prompter: Elena
Prompt: http://inspiration1.tumblr.com/post/2922426442/yanilavigne-photo-credit-by-amanda
A/N: Russian!Verse (anyone remember that?!?!?) M/K. Spoiler-ish... when/if I ever finish that.
When Milena first traveled from St. Petersburg to Paris, the trip had been long, uncomfortable and painful. She had been heartsick for Kostya and tried to tell herself leaving him was the right thing to do.
Now as she traveled from Paris to Volgograd she found the train to be moving slower than if she were on foot, and she was quite sure her heart would beat out of her chest. She cursed herself for ever leaving and prayed she wasn’t too late.
Kostya, the stupid, proud man thought to join the White Army. Milena didn’t know what it was that told her, but she knew that if he did, it would disastrous. So she left her new home in Paris under the cover of night and went back to Russia to stop him. To save him.
The moment the train stopped in the station she was out of her seat and pushing through the crowd of people. She had only a small bag of necessities and quickly made it to the platform.
Now came the hard part.
She knew people would not readily tell her where she would find the base of Anti-Bolshevik sympathizers. So she would have to be sneaky and spy a bit.
Out on the street Milena found an older couple and asked them which was a good inn to stay at for the night. They gave her the name of two places along with specific instructions of which place not to stay. She knew by the looks on their faces the reason why.
She thanked them for their kind advice and set out directly for the Green Dragon.
The establishment was located on the outskirts of town and was impeccably well kept. Everything about it seemed to be warm and inviting and Milena knew that she had found what she was looking for.
Opening the door of the inn she was greeted with a warm blast of air radiating from the giant fireplace that was the focus point of the large common room. Wooden tables and chairs were strewn about the room and a few overstuffed loungers sat in front of the fire. Off to the left was a long bar lined with bottles and to the right was a staircase leading to the rooms upstairs.
A large man with long brown hair sat behind the bar, reading a newspaper. He glanced up at her with dark brown eyes and greeted her with a small nod of his head.
“Are you looking for a room or dinner?” He asked around the cigarette in his mouth.
“Both,” she answered slowly.
“Well take a seat, we can help with that. I’m Nicholas, the owner.” He folded the paper quickly and rose from the stool he’d been sitting on. Once to his full height Milena had to tilt her head slightly to look him in the face.
“I’m Milena.” She stuck out her hand and he took in his much larger one, shaking it gently. “It seems quiet today.”
“Da, for now. We don’t get many travelers anymore, but plenty of locals. All are welcome though.” He added with a wide grin.
Nicholas moved forward and pulled out a chair at a corner table for Milena. “I’m not sure what is the special today, but if you give me a moment I can fetch the cook.” With that he disappeared around the bar and back into the kitchens. Milena could just make out a female’s voice over the crackle of the fire before a beautiful young woman glided out through the kitchen door.
She was tall and statuesque with soft auburn curls framing a pleasant face that was all smiles and wide green eyes that glowed faintly as she listed what was available for dinner that night.
Milena ordered and then the two started up a friendly conversation. Milena found out that the cook’s name was Liliya, and she was Nicholas’s wife.
“What brings you to Volgograd? And from Paris no less?” Liliya asked from where she sat across from Milena.
“I’m looking for someone.” Milena answered. Liliya’s eye grew bright with interest, but before she could voice any questions the front door banged open and a large group came bustling in. They were all smiles and laughter as they trekked through the door, shaking off snow and moved toward a large table near the fire.
There were a few young men dressed in coveralls and all of them appeared to differing to a lanky man with dark hair and navy blue eyes. He was telling them some story or another and they all burst out laughing as they shucked off their coats and took their seats.
Next to the dark haired man sat a young woman Milena figured was a relative of some sort, they both had the same dark hair and face shape but her eyes were a light, almost periwinkle blue. She smiled at the dark haired man and then fixed her attention to the sunny haired man that pulled out a chair on her other side.
The girl bent her head forward slightly, long raven hair spilling over one shoulder, and smiled to herself. Once the man was seated and comfortable she gave him a secret little smile and bumped her shoulder against his. He returned the smile and wrapped an arm around her.
Milena’s eyes scanned the rest of the group and stopped when she spotted a very familiar face. Dr. Zoran Byko sat near a petite woman with short black hair and bright blue eyes. His own green eyes were sparkling with mischief as he reached over and placed a hand over hers. The woman blinked up at him in surprise, but offered him a small smile as her cheeks flushed red.
“Excuse me, I have to go help that group before they get too rowdy. But rest assured your dinner will be out shortly, and I’ll give Nicholas explicit instructions to give you whatever you want.” Liliya giggled as rose from her chair and patted Milena’s shoulder.
Milena was just about to get up from her table to go speak with Zoran when the door was opened again and a small bundle of firs came through.
The coats and scarves were soon removed to reveal a young woman with a cascade of pale blonde hair and large, childlike eyes. She rushed forward to the table and immediately sat down next to the dark haired man.
“Finally here!” She sighed and leaned forward to press a kiss against his cheek.
“What took you so long?” He asked.
“Papa wouldn’t let me take the sleigh because he knew I was coming here. ‘I will not let you go running around with that no good Maksim.’ I believe were his exact words. So I started to walk here.”
“I’m sorry, Ulyana..” the man started.
“Don’t be. I don’t care what father thinks,” she smiled. “I want to be with you. But I wouldn’t be here now if not for Kostya, he saw me walking and took pity. He’s stabling his horse now.” The moment the words left Uylana’s mouth the door was opened again by a figure that filled the entire entryway.
Ducking his head slightly and shutting the door behind him, Kostya shook off some of the snow and removed his jacket and hat, and hung them on the rack by the door. As he turned around he was greeted with a loud chorus of hellos and started to smile in return when he stopped dead in his tracks.
Milena knew that every eye at the neighboring table was fixed on her but it didn’t matter to her in that moment. Only Kostya mattered.
He watched her with confused grey eyes that were full of questions she couldn’t answer. Milena wasn’t aware of crossing the room, it was more like she was watching another person do it. But then she was standing before him and a breath later she was wrapped in his arms, her face pressed against his chest. Only then did she truly feel alive… for the first time in months.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, breath disturbing the hairs on top of her head.
“I’m saving you.” She whispered and squeezed him tight. She felt him laugh slightly, “I thought it was supposed to be the other way around?”
“It doesn’t matter when you love someone.”
“Milena…”
“No Kostya!” She pulled back to look him in the eye. “I know what you’re trying to do, and I understand. But it’s dangerous and I want to stop you from doing it, but if you must… I don’t want you do it alone. I love you too much to let you do it alone.”
“I love you too. More than I can say. But Milena, you must go back to Paris. You were safe there.”
“No!” Milena stamped her foot against the floor like an obstinate child. “I won’t leave you, I was stupid to leave before, duties or not. I can’t Kostya…. I can’t leave you.” Her said, her eyes filling with tears.
“That’s good, because I was a fool to let you go the first time.” He smiled weakly and cupped her cheek, his thump caressing the smooth skin softly. Milena leaned into his touch and gave him a watery smile.
“Please just get a room!” Zoran yelled from the table, it was shortly followed by an exaggerated ‘oof’.’ “Don’t hit me, Anya! I know them! Trust me, they need a room.”
Milena’s laugh was light and airy as she grinned up at Kostya from under a fringe of long lashes. “I did pay for a room tonight.”
Her squeal filled the room as Kostya bent slightly, threw her over his shoulder and headed upstairs.
Prompter: Elena
Prompt: http://inspiration1.tumblr.com/post/2922426442/yanilavigne-photo-credit-by-amanda
A/N: Russian!Verse (anyone remember that?!?!?) M/K. Spoiler-ish... when/if I ever finish that.
When Milena first traveled from St. Petersburg to Paris, the trip had been long, uncomfortable and painful. She had been heartsick for Kostya and tried to tell herself leaving him was the right thing to do.
Now as she traveled from Paris to Volgograd she found the train to be moving slower than if she were on foot, and she was quite sure her heart would beat out of her chest. She cursed herself for ever leaving and prayed she wasn’t too late.
Kostya, the stupid, proud man thought to join the White Army. Milena didn’t know what it was that told her, but she knew that if he did, it would disastrous. So she left her new home in Paris under the cover of night and went back to Russia to stop him. To save him.
The moment the train stopped in the station she was out of her seat and pushing through the crowd of people. She had only a small bag of necessities and quickly made it to the platform.
Now came the hard part.
She knew people would not readily tell her where she would find the base of Anti-Bolshevik sympathizers. So she would have to be sneaky and spy a bit.
Out on the street Milena found an older couple and asked them which was a good inn to stay at for the night. They gave her the name of two places along with specific instructions of which place not to stay. She knew by the looks on their faces the reason why.
She thanked them for their kind advice and set out directly for the Green Dragon.
The establishment was located on the outskirts of town and was impeccably well kept. Everything about it seemed to be warm and inviting and Milena knew that she had found what she was looking for.
Opening the door of the inn she was greeted with a warm blast of air radiating from the giant fireplace that was the focus point of the large common room. Wooden tables and chairs were strewn about the room and a few overstuffed loungers sat in front of the fire. Off to the left was a long bar lined with bottles and to the right was a staircase leading to the rooms upstairs.
A large man with long brown hair sat behind the bar, reading a newspaper. He glanced up at her with dark brown eyes and greeted her with a small nod of his head.
“Are you looking for a room or dinner?” He asked around the cigarette in his mouth.
“Both,” she answered slowly.
“Well take a seat, we can help with that. I’m Nicholas, the owner.” He folded the paper quickly and rose from the stool he’d been sitting on. Once to his full height Milena had to tilt her head slightly to look him in the face.
“I’m Milena.” She stuck out her hand and he took in his much larger one, shaking it gently. “It seems quiet today.”
“Da, for now. We don’t get many travelers anymore, but plenty of locals. All are welcome though.” He added with a wide grin.
Nicholas moved forward and pulled out a chair at a corner table for Milena. “I’m not sure what is the special today, but if you give me a moment I can fetch the cook.” With that he disappeared around the bar and back into the kitchens. Milena could just make out a female’s voice over the crackle of the fire before a beautiful young woman glided out through the kitchen door.
She was tall and statuesque with soft auburn curls framing a pleasant face that was all smiles and wide green eyes that glowed faintly as she listed what was available for dinner that night.
Milena ordered and then the two started up a friendly conversation. Milena found out that the cook’s name was Liliya, and she was Nicholas’s wife.
“What brings you to Volgograd? And from Paris no less?” Liliya asked from where she sat across from Milena.
“I’m looking for someone.” Milena answered. Liliya’s eye grew bright with interest, but before she could voice any questions the front door banged open and a large group came bustling in. They were all smiles and laughter as they trekked through the door, shaking off snow and moved toward a large table near the fire.
There were a few young men dressed in coveralls and all of them appeared to differing to a lanky man with dark hair and navy blue eyes. He was telling them some story or another and they all burst out laughing as they shucked off their coats and took their seats.
Next to the dark haired man sat a young woman Milena figured was a relative of some sort, they both had the same dark hair and face shape but her eyes were a light, almost periwinkle blue. She smiled at the dark haired man and then fixed her attention to the sunny haired man that pulled out a chair on her other side.
The girl bent her head forward slightly, long raven hair spilling over one shoulder, and smiled to herself. Once the man was seated and comfortable she gave him a secret little smile and bumped her shoulder against his. He returned the smile and wrapped an arm around her.
Milena’s eyes scanned the rest of the group and stopped when she spotted a very familiar face. Dr. Zoran Byko sat near a petite woman with short black hair and bright blue eyes. His own green eyes were sparkling with mischief as he reached over and placed a hand over hers. The woman blinked up at him in surprise, but offered him a small smile as her cheeks flushed red.
“Excuse me, I have to go help that group before they get too rowdy. But rest assured your dinner will be out shortly, and I’ll give Nicholas explicit instructions to give you whatever you want.” Liliya giggled as rose from her chair and patted Milena’s shoulder.
Milena was just about to get up from her table to go speak with Zoran when the door was opened again and a small bundle of firs came through.
The coats and scarves were soon removed to reveal a young woman with a cascade of pale blonde hair and large, childlike eyes. She rushed forward to the table and immediately sat down next to the dark haired man.
“Finally here!” She sighed and leaned forward to press a kiss against his cheek.
“What took you so long?” He asked.
“Papa wouldn’t let me take the sleigh because he knew I was coming here. ‘I will not let you go running around with that no good Maksim.’ I believe were his exact words. So I started to walk here.”
“I’m sorry, Ulyana..” the man started.
“Don’t be. I don’t care what father thinks,” she smiled. “I want to be with you. But I wouldn’t be here now if not for Kostya, he saw me walking and took pity. He’s stabling his horse now.” The moment the words left Uylana’s mouth the door was opened again by a figure that filled the entire entryway.
Ducking his head slightly and shutting the door behind him, Kostya shook off some of the snow and removed his jacket and hat, and hung them on the rack by the door. As he turned around he was greeted with a loud chorus of hellos and started to smile in return when he stopped dead in his tracks.
Milena knew that every eye at the neighboring table was fixed on her but it didn’t matter to her in that moment. Only Kostya mattered.
He watched her with confused grey eyes that were full of questions she couldn’t answer. Milena wasn’t aware of crossing the room, it was more like she was watching another person do it. But then she was standing before him and a breath later she was wrapped in his arms, her face pressed against his chest. Only then did she truly feel alive… for the first time in months.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, breath disturbing the hairs on top of her head.
“I’m saving you.” She whispered and squeezed him tight. She felt him laugh slightly, “I thought it was supposed to be the other way around?”
“It doesn’t matter when you love someone.”
“Milena…”
“No Kostya!” She pulled back to look him in the eye. “I know what you’re trying to do, and I understand. But it’s dangerous and I want to stop you from doing it, but if you must… I don’t want you do it alone. I love you too much to let you do it alone.”
“I love you too. More than I can say. But Milena, you must go back to Paris. You were safe there.”
“No!” Milena stamped her foot against the floor like an obstinate child. “I won’t leave you, I was stupid to leave before, duties or not. I can’t Kostya…. I can’t leave you.” Her said, her eyes filling with tears.
“That’s good, because I was a fool to let you go the first time.” He smiled weakly and cupped her cheek, his thump caressing the smooth skin softly. Milena leaned into his touch and gave him a watery smile.
“Please just get a room!” Zoran yelled from the table, it was shortly followed by an exaggerated ‘oof’.’ “Don’t hit me, Anya! I know them! Trust me, they need a room.”
Milena’s laugh was light and airy as she grinned up at Kostya from under a fringe of long lashes. “I did pay for a room tonight.”
Her squeal filled the room as Kostya bent slightly, threw her over his shoulder and headed upstairs.
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Date: 2011-01-29 07:03 am (UTC)THEN YOU BETTER WRITE IT NOW. THE RUSSIANS NEED TO BE IN THE SPOTLIGHT TOO. AND POISON DAMMIT.
You know I love this, so MORE NAO is my only feedback :P
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Date: 2011-01-29 09:53 pm (UTC)