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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 25, 2010 0:55:45 GMT -5
"Being alone is never fun," Ivan disagreed, looking up ahead, violet gaze searching through the trees. There wasn't a thing out of place though, the only oddity the sunflowers in front of them and those were only an oddity because he'd never seen them before. As far as he could see, there were no fairies or any other magical creature around them, unless you considered the occasional bird or small woodland creature magical. Ivan didn't.
After a momentary pause, the Russian continued, "I have been alone for a very long time. I miss when there were people in my house. My family left, though they were never really there, and then…" he trailed off, the ache in his chest starting again, viciously, and he looked away uncomfortably. "I do not think about the other time when there were people in my house. They weren't very nice at all…. I did not like them.... But they are gone now~!" and the childish smile returned to his face, along with a giggle, "And if I fill my house up, and make people become one with me, I will not need to worry about being lonely ever again!"
Ivan paused a moment, gaze shifting back to the sunflowers, and then second part of Iain's words seemed to sink in. "Oh… You… you would let me stay with you, moy ptenchik...?" That could be very fun--if he stayed with the little red head he wouldn't be lonely, and he could always go back to Russia when he wanted.... "I... I do not know...."
The deal that Iain offered--an exchange of vodka for information--seemed like a rather good one, but he still wasn't certain it was the best idea. "Would you…. Stop telling me about the fairies if I didn't give you more?" he asked, his pout growing. "But… You are already very drunk….. If you get any more drunk you might fall asleep, and that’s no fun…. And you will have very big headache tomorrow. And… you might, ah… what's the word…. Fall sick? Vomit? The last one." He scrunched up his face, clearly showing his distaste for that prospect. "Can you not tell me anyway?"
The Irishman's next request caused him to arch his brows up high. Wait, the Irishman wanted...
"Ah, you want to be put down?" Ivan looked almost surprised at such a silly request. "But we will be able to find the fairies so much faster this way! Are you sure?"
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 25, 2010 5:14:45 GMT -5
For once after he was drunk, Iain stopped mumbling words that even he himself doesn’t know what it means, eyes fixed on the other with curiosity that matched that of a child’s. The Russian had been at the receiving end of such a look for times now, which was nothing unusual or strange, given that they were two strangers who just met and have not known each other very well.
He nodded silently at the story, of being alone, of what seemed to be something sad and… “They weren’t very nice, really…?” He blinked and nudged the Russian lightly to tell him more. “And why are they gone now? Did someone kill them? Did they leave on their own? Had anything bad happened to them…? Tell me, Teddy…” Questions rushed from his mouth and his eyes drunken look briefly glinted with a spark of interest.
The redhead gave Ivan a wide grin at the question and he patted the other’s hair as words were spoken from his lips. “Of course I will let my Teddy snuggly bear slee—I mean, stay with me…” He almost slipped to using the word sleep instead of stay, the association of the other as a big doll strengthening in his clouded brain. “Come on, Teddy. It will be fun. A lot of people in my house, and good foods~” Not to mention that it’s all free. Teddy… just needs to play along with his little lie if he decided to stay with him.
Iain merely gave the other a big grin at the other’s question. “Mmmhmh, that…” Ewww, vomit. There goes his plan to get the vodka back. So far, he had not been drunk enough to vomit, but hey… there’s always first time for everything, right? And besides, the vodka seemed to have a reasonable more amount of alcohol than his usual drink to cast him into a state of being drunk in just a few sips. “I think the faeries are going home for today. I think.” What time is it now by the way? The light that passed through the curtains of clouds were coloured orange… oh, is it a light purple there…? Anyways. It seemed like the night is drawing near.
“Yeah, put me down and we’ll ah, get rest for today and find faeries tomorrow?”
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 27, 2010 10:29:15 GMT -5
Ivan shook his head at the redhead's questions, and his lips were curving upwards. It wasn't his usual childish smile, but more the type of smile that got people running in the opposite direction, or at the very least to step back a few paces. It was not a happy smile. "Nyet, nyet~" he said, in a singsong manner, and his grip would tighten on Iain; not enough to be painful, but enough to be a bit more noticeable. "They were not very nice at all. They did very mean things. So I made them stop. Ufufufufu~ And now they won't do mean things anymore~"
Teddy snuggly bear? Ivan blinked his brows arching up at this new nick name. And what was that 'slee' word? Ah, well, he paid it no mind once the Irishman continued with his reasoning on why he should be staying with him. The Russian hesitated for a moment longer--he didn’t want to intrude--but found himself nodding without much consideration, the idea of having the loneliness cured so completely sealing the deal for him. "I… I would really like to be staying with you for a while…. If it is not too much trouble…" Ivan accepted, with a bright smile.
The Russian slowly, and a bit reluctantly, followed Iain's wishes and put the redhead down, patting his head. "The fairies have left for today? They come back tomorrow though, da?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. It would explain why he couldn't find them today. But if Iain said they could look tomorrow… that meant they should be able to find them tomorrow. And that was good enough for Ivan. His eyes flickered up to the sky, a little surprised at how close it was to nightfall. "Ah, are you sleepy, moy ptenchik?"
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 27, 2010 22:12:43 GMT -5
He winced slightly at the tightening of the other's grip, not really finding it to his liking and the smile is... getting a bit on his coward side. He doesn't even question what the other did to make them stop. It doesn't sound like something you will want to hear.
There must be something completely and horribly wrong with today, but Iain's face brightened considerably when the other said he'll stay with him. "You will? You really, really will?" That's of course, a rhetorical question, but he just can't contain his excitement any longer. "That's so good to hear! I mean, Teddy! It won't be a trouble! Nope, not a trouble at all! We'll have lots of fun times there, so no worries." He chuckled happily, beaming a big smile to the other.
As soon as his feet touches the ground, Iain's hands groped for something to hold onto, staggering on his feet. Did he do the wrong thing by asking the other to put him down now...? Nah, he can't be wrong. "Faeries need to rest too. And they should come back tomorrow." Though he is not sure whether they'll come back to here or to other places. "Not sleepy, though I can use some sleep..." He rubbed his head, trying to ease the pain.
"Does Teddy know the way out of here...?" Because, really, he doesn't know and will perhaps be trapped here until someone realizes that the spoilt brat is not home and report to his parents about his lack of presence.
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 30, 2010 17:29:49 GMT -5
Ivan was more than grateful that Iain decided to drop the subject, not caring if it was inspired by fear or not. It wasn't something the larger Russian really liked discussing. The intruders to his home were rather awful, and he'd much rather leave it at that, than describe why they were awful. He didn't like being reminded of the pain they had brought or the things they had taken from him or the way their foreign filthy wretched….. A giggle spilled passed his lips; at the very least they'd looked so surprised when he had finally figured out how to make them stop. And he really did like that red colour….
Ivan's attention was brought back to the present when Iain started speaking happily because of his decision to stay, and his spirits perked right back up; maybe the lonely ache he'd been stuck with would finally go away. "Da~ I will, I will." He grinned brightly down at the Irishman. "You are being very happy about me coming~ I am glad~ It will be much fun!" Ivan admitted, watching Iain's happy face with a bit of interest. It was an expression Ivan really liked seeing on his face; more than he liked the other expressions he had seen.
When Iain stumbled a little, Ivan gently gripped his shoulder, hoping to avoid a supine Irishman. He peered down curiously, before ruffling his hair. Ah, next time when the smaller man drank, he was going to drink right--sitting down and with many zakuski. It was a pity he hadn't thought of that this time, otherwise the red-head wouldn't be so terribly drunk. "Ufufu~ I understand. We find them tomorrow when they wake up again! And there are sunflowers in the meantime, da?" And sleep. Sleep for slighter men who couldn't hold their alcohol.
"I… I know the way out. I am not lost…. But…." The Russian looked back at the sunflower field as the dimming sunlight flickered through the flowers, giving a small pout. The idea of leaving the field with the flowers he so loved was rather saddening. What if they wilted by the next time he came? Or if he couldn't find them again? "Do… do we need to leave tonight?" he asked, and he looked much like a child asking for a piece of candy or a bed time story. A rather tall and somewhat wide child. "The flowers… can we stay?"
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 31, 2010 1:19:49 GMT -5
The boy shot the other another happy smile, looking extremely pleased that someone wants to elaborate with his wishes without further question. "No one will mind it, right?" He asked, just to make sure. Ivan might looked happy at this prospect, but he definitely doesn't want to cause anyone (maybe the Russian's traveling friend?) any trouble by letting him into his house. Well, anyone but his folks. He doesn't mind causing them troubles.
A faint tinge of blush spread on his cheeks when a big hand ruffled his hair. Iain blinked confusedly and for a moment, he thought that the other is treating him like a child again. This time though, he managed to not voice his displeasure at this and decided to just let a contented hum from emit from his throat. "Mmmhm, tomorrow would be much fun." Or not. He is tired, and undoubtedly will get a nasty hangover from today.
The redhead blinked confusedly at the request. Is he hearing this right...? Maybe it's just his alcohol-soaked brain, but did the other really had just asked them to stay here? Because of the flowers? And asking him with that tone... Iain now knows why some just can't resist his whining (or maybe he's just too loud for them to tolerate anymore).
"Uhm, but..." He grasped for the right words in his mind. Convincing the other to leave might be a hard work if his hearing was right. "The sunflowers will still be there if you came back tomorrow... And besides, Teddy! They looked so much more beautiful when the sun is shining. So yeah, we can leave today and see this again tomorrow?" Or maybe he should start on correcting all his 'tomorrow' into 'sometimes later'. Yeah. When he gets back to his house, he wanted to just stay in it and not leave it for at least three days. The Irish had had enough adventures for now.
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Jun 1, 2010 2:07:37 GMT -5
"No one will mind? Ah….?" Ivan looked thoughtful for a moment. Was the smaller male questioning himself or was the question directed towards Ivan? After all, the Russian didn't really have anyone who would mind--to be honest, he didn't really have anyone at all, except for the man in front of him. Of course that would change soon enough; after Iain taught him to be friendly, he would have many more people to become one with him. For the meantime, however... He shook his head. "I have no one that would mind me leaving my house for an extended visit~"
Wait… Iain wanted to leave the sunflower field? Why would he want to do that? The sunflower field was…. Everything wonderful really. It had warmth, it had company, it had vodka, and most importantly it had sunflowers. The flowers that the Russian had never been able to see before. His favorite flowers. What reason could Iain possibly have for leaving? Sure he was correct when he said the sunflowers would look better in the sunlight (after all sun was in their name, it only made sense that way), but they still looked and smelled wonderful in the dark.
The pout on the Russian's face grew more and more pronounced as he looked back to the flowers. "But…. moy podsolnuhi," Ivan started, letting Iain's arm go and stepping back towards his flowers, violet eyes scanning them as if he were memorizing each one. "Ahahaha…. Look at them. They are very beautiful, sun or no…." He reached up to a particularly tall one, fingers skirting along the edges of the petals. He gently tugged it down to eye level and nuzzled it, before his eyes flickered back to Iain. "It is a very good spot. Why leave it and spend much time walking home, if we are only to walk back here tomorrow?"
It was obvious that if Iain really wanted the larger male to leave, he was going to have to use a better argument.
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Jun 1, 2010 4:37:02 GMT -5
"Mmmhm." He watched the Russian closely, waiting nervously for the answer. Please, please, let his new friend's friends not mind letting him stay in his house for a while. His hunger for more knowledge about the other have yet to be satiated, like his past (though really, he doubts he wants to know given how scary the other seemed when a particular subject was mentioned) or his travel here, why he came here, even boring things like what the other did to earn his living.
Iain let out a delighted chuckle when he caught the other shook his head, followed by words that meant, no, no one will mind him staying with the Irish for a while. He had beamed a smile at Ivan for this, until his smile dropped at the other's unwillingness to leave the place.
The boy doesn't question the other strange term that spilled out from the pale blond's mouth, having to instead pay more attention the balancing himself as he swayed on his stand, the blurring images getting more and more to his nerves and he wanted nothing more but to scream at the relentless pounding in his head.
"But Teddy..." He started slowly, seeing as the other has no intention to leave this place anytime soon, if the unwillingness in his voice is anything to go by. "Do you have any food? Surely you'll get hungry later tonight...? And then there's the matter of place to rest too, and the wild animals..." He stopped for a while, thinking on what else to be said to convince him.
He sighed, running his gloved fingers through the red locks. "You'll need a lot of rest and be on your prime if we're to go on a search for the faeries anytime soon. And I doubt we can achieve that if you refuse to leave this place."
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Jun 2, 2010 21:12:13 GMT -5
Ivan watched the Irishman as his face continued to hold that brightness and cheer at the prospect of the Russian's visit to his home. No one had ever invited him home before, and if they had Ivan doubted that they would look half as happy as Iain did. His lips curved upwards and he returned the smile, just as bright, but then… the smile fell off of Iain's face.
Ivan's brows bunched together and he slowly let the flower slide from his fingers. He noticed the irritation that skated along Iain's features, and that only caused his brows to furrow further. Why was the smaller male so unhappy?
The red-head's concerns about staying in the field were rather...silly. Of course he had food! He wouldn't get very far traveling if he were to travel without something to eat. He bobbed his head a little, getting more and more puzzled as time went on. Is that what the Irishman was worried about? That really was silly! He giggled and shook his head. "I can protect us from the animals and you can sleep with me~" he started, but ended up pausing again when Iain continued to look displeased.
It was strange--the other was starting to act different, seemed more tired somehow, and Ivan wasn't sure if he liked it or not. No, actually, he was pretty sure he did not like it. He much preferred the smiling childish Iain to the one who wanted to leave this field. Then again, if it were up to Ivan, he would never leave this ideal place of his. If only there was a way to bring the field with them… Ivan sighed, a mixture of emotions playing on his face, but the most prominent was conveyed by that childish pout. The thought of leaving this place…. But if they came back tomorrow…. The Russian held out his hand, pinky extended. "Ya… we come back tomorrow, da?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. As long as they came back tomorrow he could find the fairies and see his field again. "No harm come to my sunflowers, da? They will still be being here?"
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Jun 4, 2010 6:14:15 GMT -5
Honestly, he didn't know when his voice has started to turn whiny, but given that he's currently drunk (no, he can hold his alcohol, yeah, really, just... this vodka is a bit too much for him to handle) it's no wonder his memory is all a mess of blur. Blurred face, blurred words, messed into one big mess.
And truth be told, he can still taste the stinging taste the alcohol left on his tongue. Blinking once and twice, Iain tilted his head, pouting as the Russian... Teddy...? gave him another answer that doesn't mean anywhere near 'yes, let's get back to your place and we can have all the great things you told me I'll get if I go there'.
He'll do anything to get back to his house tonight with his new friend following behind. Even if that means he will have to drag the big guy all the way back. He's going to stand on his ground and insists on his own argument for now. Sorry Teddy, but, Iain from the Gallagher family will certainly not going to sleep out here on the open air without any of his comfy bed and proper bath before the sleep.
Oh, and a good, big, tasty, hearty meal too.
And Teddy is following me, yes?
He was deep in his thoughts when it was disturbed and his eyes only stared at the offered pinky for a while before he finally got what that sigh means and what the words that followed this pinky offer means and with a quick, swift motion, he linked it with his, and muttered a 'promise' under his breath.
"We'll come back here, Teddy. Yes. And I promise, nothing will happen to the sunflowers," unless maybe if some wild hideous, ugly, scary, uncivilized beast or something like that decided to go through this place and... Well... "Or uh, I'll do my best so the sunflowers are not harmed."
"So... we're going back to my home now?"
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Jun 5, 2010 1:31:01 GMT -5
"Your best will protect the sunflowers from harm, da?" Ivan asked, violet gaze flickering back to the field of yellows and golds. Well, Iain had already promised nothing harmful would come to the flowers, but… he would be very, very upset if they got harmed before he returned tomorrow. And when the Russian got upset, things tended to break.
Ivan's thumb slowly circled the lip of the bottle as he pondered the leaving that Iain seemed to want so much. He could change Iain's mind, make him stay there with him. After all, the smaller male was one with him now--that meant he would have to listen or at the very least be taught to listen….
But… a good night's sleep on a bed did sound terribly promising at the same time. He hadn't been in a bed for at least a week and he did miss that warm comfort that came from a mattress and soft sheets. And if they would return early next morning… what could be the harm? If Iain was bound to the promise, the sunflowers would be safe…. And then they could spend the whole day here in the field looking for fairies.
The Russian gave a slow nod, before raising the vodka bottle to his lips and taking a gulp of it, drinking the clear liquid like it didn't burn--like it was water. A few mouthfuls was all it took to drain the bottle, and when he was done he slipped the glass into his pocket where it belonged. "...Da. I will be coming with you, and we come back early tomorrow, so is good. You will smile again now?" Ivan replied. That was a very important part in going back after all--Iain had to smile, or he wouldn't be any more fun.
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Jun 8, 2010 3:05:04 GMT -5
Think quick and fast, Iain told himself as he gulped at the words directed at him. Man, there's no loopholes left for him to exploit huh? Well, harm... so far, there's none. Even in the hours of his being alone on his lttle grand adventure, he had yet to meet anything particularly harmful to him, not even a small bug or anything. So it should be unlikely for the field sunflower to be harmed by anything, but who knows...?
"Y-yes. Sure. I mean, yeah." That's a way to sound convincing, idiot. He briefly scolded himself and waited as silence dragged between them. That should do it, right? They can go home now, please, oh God, please tell him they can go home now and Teddy won't suddenly change his mind or anything.
His eyes stared at the bottle of vodka hungrily as the other drank it all till not even a drop was left, a twisting sense in his stomach makes him wince. It's not fair how some just have better tolerance than him when they're younger than him.
A smile spring back to his face at the answer -finally- and quickly he grabbed both of the Russian's hands, motioning to nowhere in particular. "Great then! Let's go back! Teddy, you show us the way out. And uh." His grip tightened a little. "Hold fast to my hands. I don't want to end up losing you in this forest."
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Jun 9, 2010 22:22:29 GMT -5
Ivan watched the boy's uncertainty with a trace of worry, but a promise was a promise. He gave a gentle nod, hoping that Iain was just being uncertain because of the drink, rather than actually having a reason to be. As long as his field remained unharmed, Ivan would be alright coming back the next day. He didn't like the idea of leaving it, but he could. And it was looking as if he would.
When Iain smiled, Ivan returned it, and though it wasn't as bright and happy as his previous smiles it was still a smile all the same. "You should keep smiling. It is much nicer when you are being happy." He nodded his approval to the red-head and ruffled his hair again.
"I will not get lost, moy ptenchik," the Russian replied, but clasped his hand around Iain's easily, his own large enough to smother the Irishman's. Ivan paused a moment, enjoying the warmth of the redhead's hands against the cold of his own, before pulling him forward and starting to walk in a seemingly random direction. But he knew, in a vague sort of way, that it was the right way to go.
"Iain?" the Russian asked, using the other's given name for the first real time since he'd figured out how to pronounce it. He paused as they reached the edge of the field, right as the field would merge into the dense coniferous forest. Violet eyes flickered back to the yellows and golds, almost sadly. A moment later and he was moving again, to take Iain through the forest with him. "What is your house like?"
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(( Lame post is lame. ;~; Forgive me, da? ))
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Jun 14, 2010 2:06:10 GMT -5
He gave the Russian a pout when the big, gloved hand ruffled his hair, leaving it in a state of mess afterwards, and unconsciously, his hand wandered to his hair for a brief moment, trying his best to get it back to its neat state. It won't do, to look like he had just rolled through a grassy hill, fallen into a puddle of mud, and-- Okay, he's over-exaggerating it. Still, it won't do for him to look messy. Though he doesn't want to show it, Iain cares a lot for his appearance.
"Teddy loves others' smile so much..." He grumbled, taking in the sense of security of having someone to hold his hand as much as he could. Not gonna lie, he likes this feeling and the other's reassuring words help him pushing away his worries. His eyes flickered to the dark sea of forest in front of him before settling back to the other's hand. It's okay, he told himself. Teddy knows the way.
"Nnn?" The Irish asked back at the call of his name, looking at the other with confused eyes. Before he could get any question out of his mouth, he was already getting dragged away by the Russian, trying his best to muffle the curses when some annoying branches stick far enough from its tree and he almost hit them. It doesn't help that he is drunk and having some hard time to balance himself, let alone duck some stray branches.
His house...? He cocked his head, trying to find the right words. "It's big and old. Pops fancy old stuffs. There's a lot of antiques in it, things that are easy to break, so be careful. It also has lots of room, and oh, lots of servants. What else..." His brow furrowed as he tried to remember other details and shook his head in an exasperate manner after a few seconds. "Well, you should look at it with your own eyes, Teddy!"
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Jun 16, 2010 12:47:38 GMT -5
"Da, I do," Ivan replied, looking down at the other, before his eyes flickered back ahead as they shifted through the forest. If it had been hard before for the larger male to move through the tight knit of trees, it was only made more difficult by holding the other's hand, and trying to move them both through the trees.
"I like your troubled face too--but your smile means you are happy, and that's much easier to deal with!" And he definitely preferred that happiness, since it had awarded him with the sunflower and becoming one--the troubled face only made him have to leave the field, and he didn't like that. No, he really did like it better when Iain was happy--he was much more fun that way.
Ivan seemed about to say something more, when his scarf caught a branch, and tightened quickly around his neck. He let out a noise of disapproval, as if that would change anything, stopping where he was to untangle the white fabric from the branch, and readjust it around his neck so it wasn't so tight. Gathering both ends in his hands, he started walking again, enjoying hearing Iain talk about his home.
"Ufufu, it sounds very nice. I'll be careful not to hurt anything!" That shouldn't be too hard if he watched where he was going… and there was enough space. If there wasn't a lot of space, he might have a little bit of trouble, though. "Servants?" he asked, curiosity coloring his voice. He vaguely remembered having servants at one point in his life, though they never spoke to him and for the most part ignored him completely. "They aren't mean, are they…?"
The Russian paused a moment when he saw Iain having trouble moving through the branches as well, and he had no doubt that it was at least partially the fault of the vodka in his system. If Iain wanted to get out of the forest before dark, they couldn't slow down… Ivan brightened as an idea came to him. "Ah, would you like me to carry you now..? It would be easier and much quicker! You could ride on my back?"
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