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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Jun 19, 2010 10:56:41 GMT -5
Right when the other replied to him, confirming his grumble, a stray branch he failed to recognize under the darkness suddenly appeared and hit him straight at his face, leaving a nasty red spot at his forehead. The Irish cursed mildly at his bad luck before casting a spell to dull his sense of pain, making the headache more bearable.
Wait, did the other just say something—
“M-my troubled face?” He asked, eyes staring at the other with a flash of fear. “Mmm yeah, smiling others… are better, yes. I don’t know why you like troubled face though, Teddy.” Iain laughed awkwardly. “Troubled face… never mean anything good…” He finished with a whisper, blinking in surprise when the other’s scarf caught a branch.
Luckily for both of them, it didn’t took the Russian long to untangle it from the branch and Iain can’t deny the fact that the noise of disapproval send chills down his spine. He is pretty sure by now that he doesn’t want his new friend (the one he had agreed to become one with…? He really needs to ask the other what that means) to be upset. Because, damn it, when Teddy is angry, he will let out that ominous laugh and God forbid that from happening.
“It is nice~” He confirmed cheerfully. “And of course my servants aren’t mean. They’re the best! And professional.” As long as they get paid. Money talks after all. “So my Teddy need not to worry, yes? You just enjoy your night under my roof.” Well… technically, it’s not his, it’s his parents’, but hey, in the future it will be his, so there should be no problem right?
Oh good God. Why is this happening to him now while he’s half-conscious and his brain is only part-functioning? He once again troubled himself with the task of finding the right words, one that won’t sound offensive when he answered Ivan’s question. Now how to say ‘no’… The other have good intentions, he’s sure of it, but ugh, damn him if the offer doesn’t prick his pride a little.
“Uuuh, Teddy… I’m not doubting you, but… mm, I’m not sure you can carry me. I’m quite heavy, you see…” And not to mention that riding on the other’s back sounds a bit ridiculous…
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Jun 22, 2010 19:47:11 GMT -5
Ivan pondered the other's words for a long moment, before his lips curved back upwards. "Nyet…. Troubled faces can be very good--they are cute; good to look at. But if your face was troubled, I would be able to protect you from what was troubling you. You are one with me now, after all," he explained, with a light nod. He spoke as if it was fairly obvious--and to him it was. He may not have explained the rules of becoming one to Iain, but he understood them quite well himself. "But I do agree. You are not as cute when you frown as when you smile. You are much more fun, too."
The Russian seemed fairly oblivious to the other's worries though, instead keeping that childish smile curving his lips. He was not aware that he could be a little ominous or scary at times--no, he assumed that he was always rather nice and friendly--would be even more so when Iain taught him. And he never truly meant to scare anyone. It just sort of happened sometimes.
The servants were nice then? Ivan took a breath of relief, nodding to the redhead. "That is very good. Not all servants are like that… you must have really nice ones! And I am sure I will enjoy the night with you very much," Ivan replied, confidently. The Irishman was good company to have around; the night with him would be much better than a night alone--even if the other had made him leave the sunflower patch. But still, Iain had been nothing but kind to him, if not a little strange at points. That wouldn't change over night.
At the Irishman's reasoning for why he shouldn't be carried, Ivan burst out laughing. It wasn't a laugh that was meant to offend, but goodness that was a silly reason! "Nyet, nyet! You are not that heavy. And I am very, very strong," Ivan explained, and giggled. Could Iain not see how big he was? Big people were always stronger! "I can pick you up with no problem, do not worry."
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Jun 25, 2010 12:08:55 GMT -5
A look of utter confusion is now crossing Iain's face without anything to cover it. Either his Teddy has a strange way of thinking... or Russia has a totally different culture from this place. Cute?! There's-- He wants to retort with something witty about that, something about... the troubles troubled face bring and dammit, the other did make a good point... "That's so kind of you, Teddy! Thank you!" He had intended to give the big guy a big hug but the other might not appreciate it as much as he appreciate it so the Irish have decided to refrain himself from doing anything too dramatic. Besides, some boring people (yes, I'm talking about you, my Scottish friend, Iain mentally said) even go as far as to warn him about the consequences should he decided to cross their own personal border.
He nodded energetically at the last bit, hoping that, perhaps from now on, the other will make keeping him happy an objective. A thoughts passed his head, wondering on what Ivan will do if the one troubling him is the Russian himself. And he still needs to ask about that becoming one thing.
"Well, Teddy..." The redhead started slowly once Ivan finished, eyes fixed upon the other. "They are my servants after all. By rule, they should be the best servants." The thought of warm, tasty foods already had his mouth watering and a blush made itself apparent when he heard a soft grumble coming from his stomach. "Eh-heh. Let's have a dinner once we arrive back safely, yea?"
The laugh caused a pout to form on his face, the eyes wanting to glare at the other and he puffed his cheeks almost childishly. What the hell does 'Nyet' mean anyway? Disapproval, he bets. Or something that sounds like that. "You're going to get backache from this..." He mumbled, his grip on the other's gloved hands tighter. The embarrassment he will have to face if the other carried him piggyback is just too much for the boisterous Irish to face.
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Jun 29, 2010 10:13:05 GMT -5
Ivan squeezed the other's hand, and gave him a bright smile in return for the thanks. "Is not a problem, moy ptenchik; you are very welcome," he replied, ducking down beneath a particularly low branch.
As they went further, and very much to Ivan's approval, the trees became spaced further apart. This added extra space as they walked, and Ivan was very much grateful for it. After all, Iain may not have needed the extra space, since he was so small--no, not small, he didn't like to be called that-- but Ivan was big, and the extra space made walking a great deal more comfortable.
"You always have the best, then?" Ivan asked curiously. His lips curved, and his eyes flickered to the smaller man. If it was a rule that he must have the best of everything, then did that make him the best of all his friends? Or at least the best Russian? He beamed at the thought--he liked thinking that way. After all, he did try to be a good friend, why would anyone not think he was the best?
He heard the odd sound that sounded much like the sound of a stomach growling, and Ivan paused. Of course, he would be happy to eat with the smaller male when they got to his home, but as their pace was slow that might be a while, and he didn't want the other collapsing. If Iain did collapse from lack of food, Ivan would be lost--he wasn't certain where the other lived, and because of that he wouldn't be able to bring him there. "Da, we can have dinner then, but... Ah, would you like some pirozhki, moy ptenchik? We have a long way still to walk… You should have something to eat if you are hungry, da?"
Ivan eyed the other as he pouted, wanting to pinch the cheeks to deflate them. But, with one hand keeping his scarf from strangling him, and the other held tightly in Iain's (and tighter still, he noticed) he was unable to do so, which was probably for the best. "Nyet, I would not get a back ache. I am very strong. And you are thin--not very heavy at all. I could even pick up two of you! And we'd get to your home much faster, too!" he replied with a nod, almost childishly enthusiastic.
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Jul 13, 2010 8:40:56 GMT -5
Iain also noticed how the trees were becoming more sparse than before. And truthfully, he doesn't know whether to be happy over this or not. While the branches were getting on his drunken nerves, they actually give him more sense of protection. If anything big, bad, and scary was out there to find them, it won't be able to, thanks to the trees hiding them. But now...?
He make sure the other's hand is still in his hold and gulped. Was there a rustle of leaves just now? What's moving behind the bushes? Is this still Teddy who is beside him--
"Ah?" He blinked, the question caught him defenseless. "I guess?" There's no doubt he's raised with the best of things, but his behaviour isn't exactly the best... and he has nothing in the terms of best friend yet.
... well, scratch that. He got one best friend. Maybe. If you stretch the definition of best friend a lot quite a bit.
"I didn't sound like I am showing off, am I, Teddy?" Iain asked the tall Russia, a frown slipping into his face.
His hand unconsciously rubbed his stomach at the mention of food's names. Pirozhki sounded interesting enough to make him feel more hungry than now, and besides it doesn't looked like they're going to get out of this place anytime soon, might as well...
No. No more dilly-dallying. He can't waste anymore time. Grown-up, he might be, but his parents still treats him like he's a five-years-old. No going out until too late at night for good little Iain, or he's going to get more than just a scolding from both of his parents.
The Irish beamed a smile at the other, trying to show his appreciation at the offer. "Yeah, we should eat when we're hungry. But, Teddy, we need to hurry..." Coughing, he tried to not look too flustered at what he'll say next.
"So uh, yeah, m-maybe you should just carry me."
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Jul 21, 2010 14:05:14 GMT -5
Ivan seemed to notice the other's nervousness, but instead of making him look concerned, his smile just broadened. Iain really did have quite an adorable troubled face--especially when it was a fearful sort of troubled, not an upset sort. The upset sort, he had learned, was no fun.
He didn't pull away, instead gripping his hand a bit tighter around the smaller male's, lacing their fingers together, almost comfortingly. Despite that bit of comfort he offered the other, he started h to hum again. A tune unlike the one he normally hummed spilled past his lips, low and almost foreboding in the quiet of the forest. His lips curved into a brighter smile, eyes watching the trees ahead, though he was careful to pay attention to the other's reactions.
He purred a little, looking thoughtful at the red head's question. "Nyet, I am not thinking so. I am thinking that if you are having something, it is being okay to be sharing about it and being happy for it. Like I would be doing about my magical water-pipe, and my vodka. Both are very good, da?" He gave the other's hand another light squeeze, cocking his head to the side to see if he was understood.
Ivan glanced down at the other when his offer was finally taken up, and he stopped walking and knelt down with his back to Iain. "I would be being happy to. It would not be any trouble. And we'll get to your home sooner this way, da?" he replied, with another tilt of his head. He relaxed a bit, waiting for the other to hop on his back, and make the trek a lot easier and faster. The faster they went, the quicker they could come back, right?
"Just be careful not to be moving my scarf, da?" ----
((Short post was short, and lame, and late. ;n; Forgive me? ;n; )
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Jul 25, 2010 9:22:47 GMT -5
His body tensed at the sudden gesture the other made, trying to ignore the loud thumping in his chest when the grip becomes tighter. Was it that obvious? He's anxious and tired and restless. Definitely not a good combination. And then Teddy-- Ivan just have to suddenly hum, almost making him jump in surprise. The tune was surprisingly eerie sounding and it sends shivers running down his spine.
"Magical water pipe..." He muttered before bursting into a laugh. "Right, of course. What does your water pipe do, Teddy?" The redhead grinned lightly, giving him a curious stare.
Gulping, Iain observed the other at first before hesitantly putting his hands over the broad shoulder, trying to bring himself to just forget his pride, and damn, no, he doesn't feel like a child, asking for his father or something to carry him piggyback. At the last warning, he only give a light awkward chuckle and squeezed the Russian's shoulder, indicating that yes, he's ready now.
Briefly, he wondered what the story is behind that scarf. Teddy seemed to be so fond of it... There must be something, a backstory of some sort, and he is almost willing to do anything to know what the story is. What happened in one's life can be so bizarre and unique sometimes he can't believe it can actually happen. Would the story behind this scarf be like that too...?
He shook his head and focused his attention back to his friend. There's a better thing to think about now. Something that's certainly not someone's history. Or maybe he should just stop thinking about trivial things. Thinking only makes his hunger worse.
Oh man, he hopes this will all finish soon. He can't wait to have his rest for today.
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<3 Is okay, Teddy X3 Mine is also short and lame and... orz ;w;
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Aug 5, 2010 23:55:27 GMT -5
Ivan giggled at the tension that was practically radiating off of Iain in spades. This! This troubled face was one he could get used to seeing. He didn’t mind the shivering the other did, and didn't mind the way that he was showing his fear. To the Russian, this was all very cute. All very cute indeed. That all sort of stopped when the other burst out laughing about his pipe. What was so funny? Ivan didn’t see it, though his gaze did flicker away from the other's face again, to look at his pipe. It was a good pipe, nothing to laugh over.
He shrugged a little, glancing back at the small red-head, pouting a little. "Is being magic. I can be getting water out from it. I can be getting my water from anywhere; as long as I am sticking my pipe in the ground, water will be coming," he replied, almost using a serious tone of voice. Almost. Despite this, however, he still had that childish look about him and the tone of voice he used was more sing-songy than anything else. "It is being very useful in places like deserts. Or whenever you are being thirsty! Is only magic I am tolerating."
That being explained, he shifted Iain's position on his back. It wouldn't take them long to get out of the forest now. They hadn't been terribly far in, if one was to walk in a straight path out. Though it was likely that both of their paths had been zig-zagged through trees. He could almost see the final break in the trees now, up ahead, as the last few rays of sun sit over the horizon.
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Aug 13, 2010 8:24:56 GMT -5
Iain rarely cursed. But there's always an exception and today seemed to be one of those exceptions. Dammit. Things are getting really, really awkward after his laugh. Or, to be more precise, after he saw how the other reacted to his laugh. He cocked his head a little at the words, and a snicker (he's really playing with Death today, isn't he?) escaped him. "But that's..." He paused and decided to go on with his sentence after a few precious seconds. "impossible."
He doubted that the other will just go and agree with him though. Teddy talks about it as if it's something he really believes in, something he has faith in. That serious tone must mean something. "Eh?" The Irish blinked a few times. "You don't like magic, Teddy?" He doesn't even wait for the other to answer it before pushing yet another question. "Why?" Iain whispered, his child-like curiosity demanding to know the answer for this. Another piece to the puzzle that's his new friend.
There's no doubt that he's getting really excited now. He can kinda see the way out. Kinda. Narrowing his eyes to get a better view, Iain had to remind himself to not bounce happily while he's on the other's back.
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Aug 17, 2010 20:51:30 GMT -5
Ivan frowned and shook his head. "Nyet, it is not being impossible," he replied. After all magic existed, and he certainly had seen it enough times. What was so hard to believe about a magic pipe? He'd seen it work, and seen water come out of the faucet when he turned the handle. This was magic enough for him, proof enough for the Russian. While he hadn't had much need for a magic pipe yet, he still liked to have it around with him. He never knew when he was going to need water; what if he'd been stuck in a place without any? And so he brought the pipe with him everywhere. Water was life, after all, and without water, even he couldn't survive. Besides, the pipe made a wonderful weapon, strong and weighted just enough to be effective. The end that connected the metal to the ground had been ripped in such a way that it was sharp, metal curving to give it a sharp edge. It made it easier to thrust into the ground, of course, and just as easy to push into someone's body. "I can be showing you later, da? I am not wanting to waste it's magic, because I am not knowing how much it is having, but I can be showing you and proving you it is magic i not impossible."
Ivan's pout only grew at the talk of magic. While he was indeed fine with the magic of his pipe, other types of magic--all other types of magic-- made him queasy, made him nervous. Fear was not something that Ivan handled well, if at all, and things tended to get hurt, sometimes drastically so, whenever something spooked him. Magic was his weakness, something he didn't understand, didn't like, and it was something that he would be unable to defend against. Of course, he wasn't about to tell Iain that. One with him or not, Ivan didn't readily share his weaknesses with others. Instead, he kept his eyes focused on the light ahead of them, keeping the childish lilt to his voice when he spoke, "I am just not liking it. Is... is very strange thing. Is not normal. Pipe is normal, but most magic is... not being fun."
The other's excitement was clear to the blond, and he sped up a little bit, adjusting his hold on legs and breaking out of his pout. "You are being very happy to be going home, da? We will be having great fun, I am thinking. Be telling me direction now?" Ivan asked, violet eyes glancing back to green once they broke through the majority of the trees, and were on even ground once again. It was good and bad to the Russian's mind. Good to be free and less cluttered with the mass of trees that had been almost stranglingly close, but bad because it meant he was without his sunflowers. But... they would go back tomorrow, and at least he had one. A single sunflower to remember the trip by. Though it wasn't as if he could forget it, with the red-head on his back.
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