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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Apr 19, 2010 11:04:19 GMT -5
Green.
Green was all he could see right now.
... well, aside from a few splashes of yellow around. But that doesn't actually matter now.
Because Iain was feeling more than happy to be surrounded by his favorite color. He was ecstatic. For no apparent reason. But ah, it often happen anyway, so maybe it was just the sweets he had eaten this morning... and the one he had on his mouth now.
The feeling doesn't last long though.
"Where do I go now...?" Frown forming on his pale-colored face, the Irish scanned the lush forest around him. Now that the sugar rush had quitted down a little... he had just realized that he was all alone in this place. Where does his mind run off to when he decided to take a small trip to this forest while in his way to his lovely friend's pub anyway? They're not even close to each other, the marketplace and the forest, that is. Dammit. No weapons to protect self, and nothing to feed himself, save for one last piece of candy.
He's saving that one for later though. Just in case he got starving while waiting for help.
After all, someone should notice his being gone, no?
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Apr 21, 2010 9:23:09 GMT -5
It was hard moving around in a place tightly-knitted with trees when you were big, Ivan decided. The deciding factor might have been the constant slap of underbrush at his legs, or perhaps the unavoidable way twigs and branches kept tangling in his scarf and yanking it to a near choking grip, so that he eventually had to hold both ends of the scarf and hope it would be enough to keep him from being hung. Whatever the deciding factor was, however, Ivan didn't like it. He was pretty sure he wanted to start finding his way back out of the forest soon or a clearing if he could, to take a few moments' rest.
The forest, he noticed early on, was rather warm. Maybe a little too warm to be wearing his winter coat, but the heat wasn’t horribly unpleasant compared to what it could be. After all, he could be stuck in one of the harsh winters that plagued his home every year. A shudder ran up his spine and despite the sweat trickling down the back of his neck he felt suddenly cold.
A splash of red caught his eye, and his attention turned to a young looking male peering around the forest. His brows arched and a smile slid back to his lips. Ah, he hadn't expected anyone else wandering this deep in the forest--he himself was only there for curiosity's sake. He'd heard some interesting things about this forest, and had come to see if those things were true. Perhaps they were here for the same reason and the boy knew where he ought to head to find what he was looking for?
"Ufufufu, hello there~ You look like--" Ivan stooped mid-sentence as his eyes caught a flash of color from beyond the redhead. A flash of yellow--was it? His face lit up like a child's on Christmas day when he saw the clusters of the flowers--his favorites out of all the flowers he'd ever seen in books. They sprinkled the clearing in front of them. A giggle slid past his lips and suddenly the trip to the forest was worth every little pain he'd gone through to get there.
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Apr 21, 2010 10:28:19 GMT -5
Really now, had everyone forgot that he existed? The forest, despite being so green and lush with life, was creepy. So far, no animals in sight, and he doesn't know whether to be happy or not over this revelation. One one side, it's bad, because that means he's alone. On the good side, being alone means nothing can harm him. ... nothing visible anyway. Who knows about the fairies? At the thought, the redhead quickly shoved his hand into his pockets, relief coursing through his face when he found out that he hadn't left his lucky charm, the four-leaf clover.
The sudden sound of leaves rustling almost make him jump, but the blood rush was stopped as quickly as it came when he heard the childlike voice.
"Mmm?" Turning around to see who it was that was talking and to make sure that it was not his head playing tricks on him, the Irish immediately perked up when he saw a big figure standing near him. Finally! Not alone anymore! It was relieving, not needing to stay silent anymore and have someone to talk to.
"Hey there, mister!" He waved cheerily, deciding to take the initiative by walking (almost bouncing) closer to the figure. Upon getting closer though, he paused noticing that the other was occupied by something... else. Not him.
Oh well. Holding back an urge to pout at the recently-discovered fact, Iain resumed the walk, until he found himself standing at the...
What word would sum this man perfectly anyway? He certainly is taller than him, and the boy had to stop himself from giving the other a mean look for that. Chubby face, rather cute... he has a pale complexion though. Probably someone from northern region. What makes him frown was the cloth. Surely, this guy realizes that it's not winter here? What's with all those set-up...?
Anyway, it might not do him any good to dwell any longer on criticizing someone's, a complete stranger's, appearance. He extended a hand for the other to shake. "Say, would you mind introducing yourself to me, cutie?"
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Apr 22, 2010 11:52:42 GMT -5
The Russian's gaze shifted away from the clearing with his beloved flowers and back to the younger-looking male in front of him as he spoke. His lips twitched further upwards at his use of the word mister--the kid was kind of adorable. Though, he really didn't need to use such formal words--weren't such words reserved for those older than himself anyway?
Ivan pulled himself further into the clearing, just enough to give himself a little space away from the suffocating amount of trees. Space to move, and maybe breath a little. He let out a sigh of relief. That was a bit better, even if it was a bit warmer in the sunlight. He didn't much like being trapped in a place--constrained and unable to move freely. Some might call it claustrophobia--but to the Russian it was merely survival instinct.
Ivan righted his scarf, smoothing both ends down and back comfortably against his neck. His coat got the same treatment, large hands brushing away any remains of shrubbery that clung to the thick fabric. While he'd been looking for neither a friend nor sunflowers (he'd actually been looking for some sort of magical creature that he had heard about) he was perfectly happy to get both rather than his original goal--it was definitely a good trade-off in the Russian's mind.
The next thing the boy said confused Ivan quite a bit and he granted the male in front of him a rather blank look. Cutie? Was he speaking to him? Violet eyes glanced around as if there would be someone right behind him--but there wasn't. He let out a giggle, and pointed to himself. "Ah, you mean me, da? Ufufufu--I'm too big to be cute, malinkaya malchik. But you… you're just the right size for that word," he replied, and almost beamed at the small Irish man.
He giggled again--being called cute was such a strange thing to be called--before he answered the question he'd been asked. "Ahaha. My name is Ivan. Ivan Braginski. What are you called, little one?" He took the boy's hand, his own being, somehow despite the warm weather and his layers of clothing, slightly chilled to the touch.
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A/N: malinkaya malchik: little boy
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Apr 22, 2010 23:27:22 GMT -5
Emerald green eyes watched everything the Russian did with much interest. He took in every bit of movement like a parched traveler took in every bit of water he could find. Something new. Something he had never seen before. He was always told that his curiosity was something that only children could match, and during this moment, or every moment he discovered something new, Iain could never agree more than before.
The redhead tilted his head curiously at the giggle, finding nothing wrong with his words, though the big man's reaction was a bit unexpected. "Yes, you!" He exclaimed at the question, not really waiting for the other man to finish his sentence before noticing that there are some... foreign words included in this stranger's sentence. Malinkaya malchik...? Ah, he'll just assume it is something good--
"I-I'm the right size for the word...?" Iain frowned, confused whether he should take that as a compliment or not.
He waited for a few good moments, trying to figure this out before his attention was brought back by the answer. "Ivan?" He repeated, the name sounded strange coming from his mouth. Definitely not something he ever heard before. Well, this man doesn't look like anything he ever stumbled before, so this shouldn't have come out as a surprise to him, but still...
"I-I..! I'm not little!" Now that he was closer to this man though, he just realized that this man have every rights to call him little. He's not wearing any of his high-heels today, and damn, this guy is definitely taller than him! Puffing his cheeks slightly, the Irish tried his best to not let his emotion go through. He can't just throw a temper tantrum at someone he just know... Just remember that, and you'll do well, Iain, he told himself.
"The name's Iain, mister. Can I just call you..." He gave this man a once-over again, trying to figure out what will suit him best. "Teddy...?" In a way, this guy looked snuggly enough. Snuggly and not harming. And his chubby features remind him of a bear.
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Apr 23, 2010 21:43:53 GMT -5
The Russian laughed at the boy's questioning tone. "Da; you are the right size for word~ You are… ah, small and… very slim?" Was that the right word? He wasn’t sure exactly what the correct terminology was, but he did know that the boy was everything that he wasn't--short and thin and he practically radiated heat. His hair was bright and colorful and he probably had a warm family waiting for him at home. Ivan felt a the ache start beneath his ribs at the thought, but he ignored it the best he could. "So cute is better for you, than me, da?"
When Iain refused to be called little, the Russian looked at him funny. What was the Irish boy talking about? He was certainly smaller than Ivan was--and that definitely made him little didn't it? Maybe the boy wasn't little compared to other people, but he was certainly smaller than the Russian--by a good four inches.
Speaking of the boy's height though, he was a bit taller than the average teen…. Maybe he had an early growth spurt? Ivan peered at him a little curiously. He couldn't have been out of his teens--he had too youthful of a face and acted too much like a child to be anything else. Especially when he was puffing his cheeks out like he was doing. Ah, that was definitely a child's reaction. So, it must have been the growth spurt idea then.
"You are called Iain?" The name felt as strange on Ivan's tongue, as Ivan's felt to the boy. He didn't really pronounce it correctly, dragging out the syllables as if they were elastic. He repeated the name a few times, before he felt that he had understood it correctly. "Is a good name."
Then the boy said something about calling him 'Teddy' and Ivan looked suddenly stumped.
Teddy? The boy wanted to call him Teddy? What did that have to do with anything Ivan-like? It didn't sound like the word 'Ivan' or even the diminutive 'Vanya' in the slightest.
Of course, it also didn't help Ivan's confusion level that the only thing he could think of that was defined as 'teddy' was a woman's undergarment. His cheeks reddened a little at that thought and he looked even more puzzled. "Why 'teddy'?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "I'm not like a teddy, am I?"
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Apr 24, 2010 0:09:53 GMT -5
Small and very slim... Small. Small. The word repeated itself in his head, and Iain could feel his face heating. He never took it well whenever someone called him small. Or even mentioning the word small in once sentence with him. Although his height isn't what people would call short, the Irish still take height matters seriously. Way too serious. It's not a joking matter for him. Never have, never will. This Ivan might not be doing it on purpose though... and being called cute...
Well, he suppose he'll let that slip. Just this one time. Hitting someone you just knew won’t give you a good first impression. The redhead knows about this far too well. One of the annoying specs of being raised in a better-than-average family is that after all. Always put a smiling mask, never let people know that what they’re saying is bothering you. It’s frustrating at times, but he had gotten used to it after years of doing so.
And besides, he shrugged, letting the locks fall onto his shoulder, red contrasting the green of his garment, I guess I like it better when someone likes me.
Not really realizing the funny looks he was given, or even how the Russian looked curiously at him, Iain nodded as he heard his name being said. It was funny, not quite right, though not that wrong too. Iain would have offered to teach this big guy how to properly pronounce his name, but he seemed like he doesn’t want to be disturbed now, what with the repeating of his name again and again. When the other finally stopped, complete with a remark of how it is a good name, the Irish beamed a bright smile at him. “Yes, I know it. Ivan’s not that bad of a name too. I’ve never heard it before.”
"Eh?" He questioned back at the Russian, instead of answering him. Of course the guy looked like a teddy... what else could teddy mean aside from...?
Oh. Of course. Now that would explain why that pale face was suddenly flushed. Keeping a small chuckle to himself, Iain turned around and took hasty big steps towards the sunflowers. He scanned over the small fields of flowers briefly before deciding to pluck one that's nearest to him. Twirling the flower in his hold, the boy made his way back to Ivan and stood on his tiptoe, placing the flower between the sandy-colored locks.
Backing away, he put his hands on the hips, looking extremely pleased with himself and what he just did. "It suits you, don't you think so? The sunflower and teddy bear. You reminded me of those things."
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Apr 25, 2010 14:24:35 GMT -5
"Ah, thank you, malinkaya malchik," the Russian replied to the complement on his name. Of course because the Irish man didn't say anything, Ivan would continue to call him 'small', 'little' or other such words. It wasn’t to be mean or anything--no, on the contrary, he appreciated the fact that the younger-looking male was smaller than him (not that he ever really found anyone taller or larger than he was.) "I like my name. You have not heard it before? Have you never been to Russia?" It was quite a common name in his home lands after all, though not so much out of them.
Violet eyes tracked the Irish man as he went to get a flower and when it got put in his hair those eyes widened. The Russian's cheeks brightened even more and the flush grew darker, though a blush on his cheeks was more like a healthy coloring on anyone else's. This blush was for different reasons than the previous--he was considerably pleased with the gift he'd received, though 'considerably pleased' was a bit of an understatement.
Ivan reached up his fingers and touched the flower tenderly, as if it was as delicate as a tower of cards and he was afraid it would fall apart. A grin slid over his lips and his eyes brightened, and there was a moment where he didn't do anything or say anything else--simply admired the fact that he had a sunflower--the flower he'd always wanted to see in person and now finally got to see and touch. It was so wonderful! That moment passed when he nearly tackled the smaller male with a rather tight hug, tight enough to lift him off the ground and knock the breath from his lungs. Like the hand the Irishman previously had shaken, his body would be cold to the touch even through his layers of clothing.
Ivan spoke and it was in a blur of rapid Russian, said somewhere near the Irishman's ear. It took him a few moments to slide out of the Russian and revert back to English once again, with a laugh. "Ahahaha! Thank you so much~! I remind you of sunflowers? How so?" he asked, but then giggled again, "But, is good thing~! Sunflowers are my favorites. They're so pretty and bright, da? I am not similar to them at all, but I like them very much."
When Iain clarified what he meant by 'Teddy' the Russian laughed once again with the realization. Ah, that made quite a bit more sense. "Ahaha! Teddy bear. I understand now. This is okay. I am not much like a teddy bear either, but… you may call me 'Teddy' if you want," he said and smiled, still hugging the smaller Irish boy.
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Apr 26, 2010 2:55:18 GMT -5
Malinkaya malchik. That word again. Twice in such a short time. Whatever it is, he felt like it was starting to become a nickname from the tall big guy for him. Maybe he should ask for the meaning... His curiosity is starting to bother him, and no matter how much he told himself that he had a better thing to do and ask, the thought just kept bouncing back on him, so much like a persistent pest.
As he was about to open his mouth to answer though, Ivan's words distracted him and he found his question rolling away from him. "Russia...?" He mumbled, digging his old lessons for a while though finding no satisfying answer. "Nope, never went there. Never stepped out this far I think. Pops gonna blow a vein if he knew about my adventures today. What's it like, Russia?"
Iain almost giggled when he saw the man flushed more, eyeing him hopefully for any positive reaction. That was not a flush of anger, right...? He hope not. The Irish was the type to act first, think later on most of the time, so it wasn't until much later that he realized that maybe the other won't take on his words kindly. No man usually like it when they're told a flower reminded him of them, and he really hope that the Russian would at least have a little humour in him, so even thought he doesn't like his gift-- His train of thoughts paused when he saw how the violet eyes brightened.
Okay, so maybe Ivan is pleased with this. Judging from his reaction, the man seemed to be more than happy to have a sunflower--
"Mmph...!!" The sudden tight hug took him by surprise, and for a moment, he flailed helplessly in the Russian's hold, face turning into a shade of red from the lack of oxygen into his lungs. The world was beginning to turn around in his eyes, and he could hear nothing but a blur of foreign languages in his ears... hell, he can't even process what the english meant anymore.
Snapping out from whatever condition he was in, thanks to the giggle and the laugh, Iain gathered what was left in his lungs and stuttered the words out from his mouth, gasping for breath while doing so. "A-ah, I would appreciate it if Teddy... stop hugging me... I can't breathe..." The strength should have been expected, given the size and all. Shuddering a little at the cold touch, the redhead tilted his head and gave the other a pleading look. He can't really think of an answer when he was deprived of oxygen, can't he? And he was not much of a sportsman too...
Ivan will kill him if he doesn't release him soon.
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Apr 26, 2010 19:04:19 GMT -5
Ivan smiled when asked about his homeland, though it wasn't quite as bright or happy as the smile he got on his face when he had been given the sunflower. No, it was more of a reminiscent smile--an almost sad smile. "Ah, Russia…. Where I am from it is very cold-- it has very bad winters, and summers that are very short. It is not like here where it is warm a lot. And my home has no sunflowers…. But it is still a good place. It is my homelands--my motherland. You understand, da?" His smile brightened a little then and violet eyes looked back down at the Irishman.
The Irishman who was turning a rather alarming shade of red. A shade of red that was only darkening as he watched.
Ivan's brows arched up high for a moment and then furrowed in confusion. What could be wrong with Iain that he was turning such a color? At least it was a very pretty color, though-- it could have been a different one like green or orange. He didn't care for those colors very much. But, regardless of whether the color was a pleasant one to look at or not, the Russian was certain that it did not belong on anyone's face….
The boy seemed go rather quiet as his face turned redder, which led to a very confused Russian. "Ah, are you okay? You look like you are very dizzy. Is not a good thing! You want to sit down? I can carry you somewhere?"
Then he heard the redhead say something about being unable to breathe? But why would he be unable to breathe when he was being hugged? Ivan wasn't hugging that hard--he was hugging as tight as he normally hugged when he was happy…. He peered down at the younger-looking male, and slowly let him back down to the ground, though he held onto his shoulders just in case he needed support.
"This is better, da? You are alright, now, da?" There was a concerned look on his face, though it was more like the pout a child got when they did something wrong than an 'oh my god I almost killed you' sort of look.
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Apr 27, 2010 10:42:39 GMT -5
Iain could swear, he was beginning to see visions of something, though he was not quite sure what, as his ears heard the words being told, but not really listening. Too much, took too long for Ivan to realize that he was lacking oxygen he needed so much, that he was near-death, and yes, he was not joking, nor was he making it sounded a lot more worse than it actually is.
For the first time in his long (really now?) life, the Irish just realized that he was weak and useless without someone other to protect him.
Haha, how funny... He laughed sarcastically in his head, already giving up on any thoughts of trying to shove the big Russian away. Of all things he expect he would die from, he never thought a hug would kill him.
He closed his eyes, preparing himself for the inevitable, only to feel a sudden rush of air into his lungs and the solid ground under his feet. "I-I..." He took a long, deep breath, his hands reaching to grab the front coat in an effort to keep himself steady. The world is spinning, and if it wasn't for the fact that he almost died just seconds ago, Iain would have giggled at the sensation this had caused him.
After a few moments and the brain was no longer deprived of oxygen, the redhead shot a smile at Ivan, giving him a reassuring look as an answer to the previously asked question.
"Da!" Well, he doesn't actually know what that word mean, but... "I am well now! Alive and very much breathing. So yeah. No worries, Teddy!" His face might kinda betray the words, but hey! He can't possibly recover that fast, can't he?
His eyes looked at the other curiously, but all he could find was a concerned look, and somehow, it reminded him of a child.
And he was very much sure the Russian didn't do that on purpose.
Maybe the guy is just blessed with a lot of physical power, something that he could only wish of having, and a voice in the back of his mind whispered, "And it will remain a wish forever."
"Uhm anyway..." His hand reached out to fix the flower on the pale-colored hair before he continued on his words. "Let's sit first before I continue on questioning you, yeah?" He tilted his head, face having an expression that meant he won't listen to a 'no'.
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Apr 28, 2010 8:46:09 GMT -5
The Russian smiled as it became more and more apparent that Iain was going to be alright. He watched with a bit of satisfaction as the pale skin regained it's normal coloring and the corners of his lips twitched further upwards. While Ivan had bore witness to people suffocating before, and had even taken a part on both sides of the suffocation itself, he had never seen someone start to suffocate because of a hug. But maybe it was a child thing? Ah, that had to be it--he would have to remember to be gentler next time.
'Da!' Ivan's ears perked up at the word and he looked a little surprised to hear the sound of his language coming from the Irishman's lips. The boy knew a word of his language? If he knew one word he had to know more, right? Perhaps they could speak in Russian. It was Ivan's mother language after all, and he definitely liked to use it.
The blond peered down at the younger-looking male curiously. "Ahahaha~ Ty gorovis po-russkie?" he asked. It was possible to know a language and never go to a place, right? Ivan didn't think it was impossible--the boy could have learned Russian without ever having visited the country. Ivan himself had learned English before he had left his homelands. Perhaps it was the same here too?
Ivan seemed relieved when the red-head reassured him that he was alright. He wouldn't want the boy to have gotten hurt because of him--after all, they were friends now. Friends didn't hurt other friends. In fact, the Russian wanted to do his best to take to take care of the friends he made~ Of course the sunflower laced in his hair did help put Iain at 'friend status'. A small sunflower went a long way with the larger man, especially when the sunflower happened to be the first of its kind that Ivan had been able to touch. It meant something to him and because of that he would keep it close.
The younger looking male leaned forward a little, fixing his flower and mentioning something about sitting down, before giving Ivan an odd sort of look that meant he didn't want to be denied. Of course, Ivan had no intention at refusing his wishes, with or without the knowledge that the young Irishman was stubborn. He wouldn’t mind taking a break and relaxing a little while he was out of the dense forest. While it was still rather warmer than the Russian could truly enjoy with his layers of clothing, he still preferred the clearing to the claustrophobic knit of trees. His lips quirked up and he smiled fully again, enjoying the attention to his hair and the flower.
"Ah, where would you like to sit, ptenchik moy~?"
--------------------------------------------------- A/N Ty gorovis po-russkie? Do you speak Russian? Ptenchik moy my baby bird (an endearment)
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on Apr 28, 2010 23:21:58 GMT -5
Iain blinked confusedly, trying to make sure that he didn't hear wrong what the Russian just said. Those words were all foreign to his ears and in a somewhat vain hope, the Irish had hoped that maybe the Russian was just speaking too fast that words seemed to have blurred together. That he was, oh God please, speaking English and not Russian at him. To admit that he actually doesn't know any bit of Russian after that would make him look like a fool.
And hell, Iain doesn't like looking like a fool.
But apparently...
See? This is what you get for trying to act like a you-know-it-all... Chuckling awkwardly, he shook his head, giving the man an apologetic smile. He felt like he had just ruined someone's hope now. "Sorry, Teddy. But I don't get what you just said. Not even one word."
Removing his hand from the coat as soon as he was sure that he could stand without having the risk of falling over at anytime, Iain's apologetic smile quickly changed into a happy one when he heard the answer to his suggestion. He like it the most when people are like this. Going with what he wanted them to do without any complaints or arguments..
He turned around, opting to answer the question with actions rather than words, and skipped on his way back towards the sunflower field. It doesn't take him long to get back there, and once Iain arrived, he waved cheerily at the other, motioning him to come and sit beside him as he deliberately took a seat at the border of the sunflower field.
"Here, Teddy, here!!" He patted the empty spot beside him energetically. As soon as they have seated themselves (everyone should prefer sitting to standing right...?) and make themselves comfortable, he'll be able to ask a lot of question to this guy. He's like an enigma. A mystery he had to solve... Something he hadn't known. And the prospect of having more knowledge attracted him to this man more than it should. "Hurry up. I wanna ask you lots of things already! And we don't have all day!" Or maybe they have all day. And the day after... and...
Though that will only happen if his new friend was actually lost too like him...
Ah well, as long as he isn't alone, everything should be fine.
After all, humans are strongest when they're with others, right?
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Apr 30, 2010 23:10:42 GMT -5
Ivan looked rather disappointed when he learned that the Irishman didn't know any of his language. Hadn't the boy said a word in it though? That was something he knew at least. So why didn't he know more? No matter the reason, his face fell, and a small childish pout curved his lips downwards. No one he met knew his language or had even been to his country. But… but when they became one with him, when they became part of his family, then they would know. They would learn and come to love the land of the Russ, and they would come to love him as well. It would inevitably happen to all of his friends, the Russian thought, and the pout that he had on his face transformed into a bright and not quite sane grin.
"Ah, I will teach you then!" Ivan replied, beaming down at the younger-looking male. "And then you can become one with me, da? I can show you my Russia--you would like it very much. Though it is very cold… so summer is best for visits…."
He looked rather thoughtful for a moment, thinking on the differences between the seasons where he lived. Winters were truly terrible and the boy would probably think so as well, especially since he was not used to those winters. The winters were also when bad things tended to happen too… The ache in his chest throbbed a little in remembrance. But, Ivan could protect Iain from those things, if they happened again. Though, no one had come to his home in years--with luck, his friends would be the only visitors he got.
The Russian watched as the boy let go of his coat, and skipped off to the edge of the field, drawing violet eyes back to the beautiful flowers. It was perhaps the best place Iain could have picked, and the Russian followed quickly after him, almost giddy in his steps. The yellow flowers were everywhere! They were so much prettier in person too. One hand went up to absently trace the shape of the petals of the sunflower in his hair and a giggle escaped his lips.
When Ivan got closer to the sunflowers that Iain was situated in front of, he tugged off a glove with his teeth. Instead of pocketing the leather garment he let it fall to the grass, reaching out to touch a stem of a particularly tall sunflower, his face a mask of childlike-awe. He didn't try to pick the flower-- he let it stay in the ground where it was, his fingers curiously exploring the stem as he slowly sunk down into a sitting position next to the Irishman.
"Ufufufufu~ What do you want to know, ptenchik?"
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 1, 2010 2:09:38 GMT -5
See? This is why he have to remind himself to think before act first. The look on the Russian's face makes him felt uneasy. That kind of face... he never liked being on the receiving end of it. For a moment, he frowned, trying to quell the queasy feeling in his stomach. If there's anything he had been a natural at, and not mind doing, it was to please others. How many times had he lied just to get a smile from his parents and a good pat on the head? Those small signs of affections are what he treasured the most.
Iain blinked confusedly at the sudden pout-turned-grin on Ivan's face. "Huh?" It amazed him how someone's face can change in such a small amount of time. And then the words clicked and the frown was now gone from his face. "Oh, of course. I'll love to learn Russian, Teddy!" At the mention of becoming one with him though, he paused, unsure of what to say or even what the other mean.
Is this something new he have yet to learn...? Did the other mean the words literally? The Irish coughed at the thought, shoving them away as fast as he could. That's so stupid of him, to even have something like that pass through his mind. Teddy must mean something behind it... And judging from how excited the other looked when he mentioned this, the perfect answer would be yes.
"Sure..." He drawled, eyes scanning the childish face carefully, wanting to find any shift of emotions. "I don't mind becoming one with you." Maybe Ivan just meant this as a term to be friends with him. In any ways, no harm will come from his answer.
Or so he hoped.
He watched with plain curiosity as his new friend moved closer to him, an expression of happiness apparent on the pale face. He had a fascination with sunflowers, Iain carefully noted in his mind as Ivan was busy admiring the yellow flowers.
Though he doesn't really understand the charms of a sunflower (he himself had always preferred shamrock and four-leaf clover, the latter especially, what with all the mysteries and stories that surrounds it), everyone's preference differs, and such, he decided to purse his lips from adding this to his already-long list of questions.
"I wanna know a lot of things!" The redhead answered excitedly at the question, glad that the moment he had waited ever since he learnt where this man's origin is had come. "Tell me, what's it like in Russia? I know it's cold... Very cold, but really. What's it like? Where do you live? What do you eat...? What brought you here? Teddy?"
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