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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 4, 2010 3:41:23 GMT -5
Ivan didn't notice the fact that the other male was looking rather confused about the notion of becoming one with him, though it probably wouldn't change the expectant look on his face even if he had. What he did notice, though, was the Irishman's next words and the utter giddiness they brought--sure. It was a small four letter word, but it was a word that thrilled Ivan to the bone. Ah, his home would no longer be so lonely!
The Russian giggled and went to hug the smaller male before he realized that that wasn't the best idea--especially not when the red-head still looked a little worse for wear from the last hug. So instead, he clapped his hands together, and practically glowed with the answer he got. "Ahahaha. This is good news--it will be fun, da? You will like being in my home, is a good home. Ufufufufu~"
The Russian blinked at the sudden bombardment of questions. The boy was really curious about his home, and he wasn't about to turn his questions down. A little curiosity never hurt anyone after all, and he didn't mind talking about his country. He paused a minute before he spoke, trying to figure out how to start, or where to start for that matter, fingering the ends of his scarf absentmindedly.
"There are many different parts of Russia, ptenchik, because Russia is big; bigger than any other place," Ivan started, still looking thoughtful. "Where I live it is very… empty? There isn't much there, though, because there isn't a lot of people. The people that do come to visit usually aren't very nice….. But there are things to do," he smiled, and pondered a bit more. "There are ponds and snow and lots of places to hunt. Ufufufu~ Mostly, though is very barren near my house."
"Ahaha, food? Food in Russia is very good. There's nothing like it here…. My favorite is pirozhki, but I really like other food too~ And Vodka. Is not a food, but it is very good also! Borsch and okroshka are soups that I enjoy. Ah, karofka is good too--is a candy," he paused then, searching his pockets before he found what he was looking for--a small bag of toffee-looking candies. He offered one to the younger-looking male, with a smile. "Try one, da?"
There was another pause as Ivan thought about the next question, shifting a little bit where he sat.
"I came here because my house was empty. It was very lonely there and I wanted to see other places--and make friends…" he trailed off, the smile having left his lips when he mentioned his house. He glanced to the sunflowers beside him as if for reassurance, and when he looked back at the Irishman the smile had slid back over his lips. "But it won't be lonely now, da?" After all if the red-head was one with him, it wasn't as if he'd only have himself.
"What about you? Why are you here, away from your parents?" -----------------------
Late reply was late. ;A; I sorry! Finals be over later today though, so I'll start having time again~! orz;
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 4, 2010 10:21:57 GMT -5
How the other reacted came off as a surprise to him. Not a hug again, not when he just had a near-death experience from that. Oh, for the love of God... if Teddy's going to squish him to death again... A small relieved sigh escaped his lips when the Russian seemed to realize that no, he doesn't want a hug.
That last hug was traumatizing, to speak of it frankly. For the briefest moment, he wondered if this will cause him a fear of being hugged.
Because, really, who won't be scared of being hugged if what you get for that is an experience like his?
But then again, the other looked so happy... so pleasant from his answer, he can't bear to ask him what becoming one really meant. Strange Russian and their strange way of phrasing things...
The Irish listened to the answers to his questions in silence, taking every little bits of the new informations into his head, carving it into his brains. To hear from someone who once lived there and to read from books are a different experience, and chances like what he was having now were what people love to call a once-in-a-lifetime.
Every new words in Russian that Ivan told him, he repeated a few times in a whisper, making a note in his head to research about those as soon as he got home from this small adventure. "Pri- Priozh-- Pirozh-- Ugh. Pirozhki." Definitely something he never heard before, Vodka, he had heard of... Borsch rings a bell though he can't quite place where he had heard of it, but okroshka and karofka are another things he doesn't know.
His bright green eyes watched, a sign of impatience begin showing in those orbs as the big man searched his pockets for the candy. When the bag is out, he only stared at them for a while, a glint of disappointment was briefly shown on his eyes though it was soon changed with excitement when he was offered to try one. Now, there's this thing that said to never accept anything from a stranger...
But Teddy's no stranger, right? So it will be okay for him to accept the gift. And besides, to say no will be rude of him. With that logic, Iain happily took the offered candy and put it into his mouth.
The other's next answers send him a bit of guilty feeling and a small thought flashed in his mind. What if he offered this guy a place in his house...? He's not a bad guy-- doesn't look like one and doesn't act like one anyway.
Iain blinked a few times at the question. So it's his turn now, eh? He carefully pushed the rest of the questions he were about to ask to the back of his mind, letting a moment of silence stretch between them before answering. "I'm... eh, on my way to see a good friend," Said friend might object to being called a 'good friend' though. A small smirk formed on his lips as he was reminded of his friend's face every time he came in through the wooden door.
"But then, on my way there, I got a bit distracted." He gestured to their surroundings, the lush green forest, the vibrant sunflower field, and his smirk turned into a warm smile. "I've never ventured this far on my own. My parents are too much of a worrywart to let me go out of the town. They're scared that unwanted things might happen to me... Over protective, my folks are." He shook his head lightly. "Hmph. Enough of me angsting over myself." It won't help him anyway. Make him felt worse, if anything.
"What about you yourself, Teddy? Surely, you know about the rumours that surround this forest? No one lives in here, or if someone do live here, they're... invisible."
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Psh, 's okay. XD And you better did well for your finals. <3
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 5, 2010 9:59:40 GMT -5
Ivan watched the boy's expression as he ate the candy, wondering what he thought of it. He didn't make a face, so he couldn't have disliked it, but he said nothing new on the matter so Ivan tilted his head to the side. "Is good, da? You have more if you want?" Teenagers liked candy, didn't they? Most kids did… the logical part of the Russian's mind agreed with this--after all a child would be a very strange child if he or she didn’t like sweets.
"It is very good thing that your parents care," Ivan said. And it was; some parents didn't care at all whether their children were intact or not. The over-protective type had to be better than that, right? "You are a good child; they just do not want to lose you."
Of course, Ivan didn't know that the man in front of him was certainly not a child, and in fact the older of the two of them. How could he? The red head was small and cute--he had to be younger.
When the Irishman mentioned the rumors of the forest, the Russian giggled. So Iain had heard about them too? Maybe that was what he had gotten distracted with. "Ahaha. I hope to find them. I want to see the little winged men--ah, fairies, da? I think I can find them if I look hard enough, but I haven't seen them yet. Do you think they are hiding from me?"
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 5, 2010 10:43:27 GMT -5
The Irish nodded happily as an answer to the question, finding the taste to his liking. "I wouldn't mind more" was his answer, said between the moments of chewing and swallowing them.
He shrugged uncomfortably at the words, knowing that what the man said was probably truth and he was, once again, being an ungrateful child.
His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth while he listened thoughtfully to Ivan's words. "Ah, I'm sure you'll find them." Iain smiled, getting back into his feet and patted the back of his pants, cleaning it from any traces of dirt that might have been left there.
"They're not hiding. I'm sure of it. Faeries love humans. They love... playing with us." He walked in half circles around the sitting Russian, eyes glancing between him and the lush forest with each step he took. "Though..." He stopped in front of Ivan, a thoughtful look on his face as he leaned down.
His emerald eyes gazed at the violet ones, and the smile turned into a mischievous smirk. "Only those who are still pure can see them. Or so I have heard. So, my question is..." His breath brushed the other's pale skin, and his voice sunk into a mere whisper.
"Are you still pure?"
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 5, 2010 22:20:35 GMT -5
Ivan nodded contentedly. Oh he was sure that he would find the fairies eventually. It wasn't as if he could continue to miss them--there was a lot of forest that he had still yet to explore, so there was plenty of space where the little creatures could be. He would look until he found them, though what he would do if he found them he wasn't sure--he simply wanted to get to the finding. Iain's reassurance in his ability to find the little creatures helped his hope and his smile brightened.
Violet eyes tracked the Irishman as he moved and stalked around Ivan, in half circles, and he looked a little confused as to what the younger-looking male was trying to do. He wasn't sure if he liked it though, and his smile twitched at the corners, wilting a little. The mischievous smirk on Iain's lips didn't go unnoticed by the blond, and he tensed a little, though beneath the layers it was unnoticeable unless one was paying close attention.
The Russian, however didn't back away when the boy moved in. If anything he moved closer, relaxing one again as Iain explained. He was a bit puzzled at what the smaller male was thinking and rather interested in the way he could get to see fairies... and if there was any sort of obstacle that would have to be removed to get to them.
Purity. Ivan arched his brows at the word and when Iain questioned his own purity he blinked. What could he mean by purity? The Russian knew he wasn't necessarily pure, if one thought about it in terms of whether or not pain and death was involved. But that… that wasn't a bad thing at all--Iain couldn't mean that.
But what could he mean? Purity….
Oh-- purity.
His face lost a little of the childish quality in understanding and his brows arched upwards. What a question to ask, and so soon too.
"Da, I should be able to see them. Are you the same?" He tilted his head to the side, leaning in just a little bit more, "Will you help me look for them?"
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 6, 2010 0:00:40 GMT -5
The change of contours in Ivan's face was noticeable, and he had to hold himself from snickering. This is what he lived for, he thought of calmly in his mind.
How the Russian he had so deliberately nicknamed Teddy reacted was far from how he imagined the other will. It was amusing, he does like surprises, but unnerving at the same time, for he knows the control might as well not be in his hold. Well, there's no backing down now... Not when he was the one to start it all. Oh, how he got himself into troubles sometimes...
Chuckling lightly, the boy leaned closer too against Ivan, their lips just inches apart from each other now. "I, ah..." Somehow, despite the fact that he had asked someone first about it, he still felt a bit uncomfortable when he was the one on the answering end. Oh well~ "What do you think, Teddy? But if I can be of help, then I'll help." Soon as the words were out from his mouth, the Irish's smirk changed back into a warm smile and he could feel his face warming from all he had just done.
Pulling away, but not before fixing the sunflower again, Iain now seated himself in front of Ivan, legs crossed, and his eyes had that childish glint in it again. "What will you do to them when you've found them, Teddy...?"
As he waited for the answer from his new friend, the Irish could feel the wind blowing behind him, sending chills up his spine.
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 6, 2010 21:02:50 GMT -5
A little too close--the Irishman was getting a little too close for Ivan's comfort, and so the larger man sunk back before he could come much closer. Iain could win this time; Ivan preferred at least a little space between them --though hugs, of course, didn't count. And so he was grateful when the boy pulled back, his face lighting up once again when the sunflower was adjusted. While his 'purity' status being questioned didn't get him blushing, the thought of the sunflower and Iain fixing the precious thing caused a flush to lightly tinge his cheeks again. What did he think of Iain's innocence? Well, he hadn't really thought about it and what it would entail--no his main thought was whether the boy would be able to help him see the fairies. A small giggle bubbled from his lips. "I… do not know. You are still a child, da…?" Uncertainty edged his voice. A child shouldn't have lost this purity, but it didn't hurt to ask. Ivan thought about the redhead's final question for a long moment. He wasn't quite sure what he would do when he found the fairies, never thought further than the fact that fairies were well fairies and that he always wanted to see the things that he'd never seen before. "I will make them become friends with me," Ivan finally answered, with a childish grin. That was a good idea--fairies would be good friends to have, especially if they were anything like the stories that he'd heard. "Are you cold, ptenchik?" the Russian asked, noticing the other male's shiver. He paused a moment, before taking off his coat, careful to maneuver around the scarf. It wasn't as if he needed it--he had more than enough layers still covering him to be warm--and if his friend was cold, it would help. He moved to put it over the boy's shoulder's, smiling brightly. "This is better, da?"
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 7, 2010 0:51:56 GMT -5
Iain blinked once, no, twice at the answer. Child...? Wait, wait. So all this time, Teddy had been thinking of him as a child...? "I--" He choked on his words, unsure on how to answer properly without bursting out to anger like he usually did.
"I am not a child!" The Irish finally exclaimed, his face flushed. "What, how could you, I..." Calm down, he repeatedly told himself, though his pride was screaming at him now. If there's anything, anything that will immediately send his manners out of the window, then it is the mention of him being either short... or a child.
"For holy Christ's sake, which part of me looked like a child, huh?! I am an adult, a fully-fledged one" though still a virgin, and he told his mind to shut up instantly "I am 26 already! Are you trying to insinuate that I am short by calling me a child? Sure, I am not as tall as you are, but that doesn't mean you can just... just..."
He sighed. "Sorry. Shouldn't have bursted out like that."
The Irish ran his hand through the deep crimson locks, his heart still beating erratically from the earlier outburst. "Friends...? I'm not so sure faeries will make a good friend." But they will make a good subject to study. His head tilted at the sudden question of being cold and before Iain could answer, Ivan had already put his coat over his shoulder. "You will make a good friend though, Teddy."
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 8, 2010 0:05:32 GMT -5
Ivan frowned slightly as he watched red-head choke and get a bit flustered, curious more than anything else. What was wrong with the boy? Was he alright? He looked sort of… angry…. Then the Irishman snapped at him and started yelling, and Ivan's eyes went wide and his hand went immediately to the water-pipe that was attached to his hip like most people kept swords. He didn't necessarily think that he would have to use the metal rod--no, he held it there mostly for comfort. It was obvious that the Russian was startled, and he never startled very well.
Ivan laughed a little nervously, though it wasn't quite a laugh. In fact, it sounded less like the normal 'haha' or even his childish 'fufu' and suspiciously more like 'kolkol'.
The child-- no, not child, man--was twenty-six years old? He was joking right? The face Iain wore didn't look as if he was joking, but he had to be. He couldn't have possibly been that old--older, in fact, than Ivan himself was. The Russian stared for a long moment, trying to figure out how that made sense, though he couldn't come up with a single reason.
Of course the larger male didn't understand the meaning of 'rhetorical question' so decided to answer Iain, in between little kol-laughs. "Your face… it is cute, ptenchik--it looks young… Kolkolkol…. That's why… And your eyes… kolkolkol…. I did not think it was such a bad thing!" Ivan was clearly upset at being yelled at, clutching his pipe a little tighter in his grip before pulling it from it's place at his hip to hug much like one would do with a teddy-bear or a favorite blanket.
Either he didn't hear Iain's apology or he didn’t answer it, instead watching the red-head wearily, still giving his eerie laugh. "Da… I try to be good friend. You are better now, da?"
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 8, 2010 6:11:34 GMT -5
He was blinded by his pride, his emotion. He was too blinded by such a small thing like those that Iain didn't even realize the change of heart in the Russian. He didn't realize the shift of emotion in the other, the change of expression on his face and he definitely didn't realized the hand and where it rested now.
And it wasn't until just now that Iain had realized about the other's laugh. Ominous and creepy, it definitely doesn't mean anything good. As he listened to it, the redhead's eyes could catch a glint of metal, which he at first thought at sword, but then again, for that to be sword looked strange and upon further examination does he realize that it was a pipe instead. Still, he felt threatened by that stance.
The Irish let out an awkward chuckle, still not feeling too good over letting his anger get the better of him and he made sure that there was enough distance between them should anything happen and he was forced to run.
"It looked young, well yes, thank you, I guess that's a compliment... Though, uhm, Teddy...?" He wasn't sure how he was feeling right now. Strong emotions swirled beneath him, anger, fear, excitement (remnants of the one he felt earlier), all mixed into one.
"You're scaring me. Can you please stop laughing so... so creepy...? And--" He winced when the Russian pulled his pipe, and his own muscles were pulsing and itching to run away now. "You ah, I will feel better if you can keep that thing, pipe, away, maybe back to its place. It's intimidating."
The boy prayed silently in his mind, his eyes watched the other with extra caution. Hopefully, hopefully, he hadn't made the other upset too bad...
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 8, 2010 20:52:23 GMT -5
It took the Russian a few moments to register Iain's words, but when he did he quieted down, shutting his mouth against the laughter bubbling past. Creepy? His laugh was creepy? It hadn't bothered the smaller male before--why did it suddenly bother him now? Of course, the blond didn't see the difference between his normal giggle and the laugh he had been doing.
Though there was a very, very obvious difference.
"I stop laughing and you will get happy again?" Ivan asked, and though his lips were curved downwards in a rather obvious frown as opposed to his usual childish grin, he had continued to not laugh. It was obvious he wanted to laugh--he was still upset at having been yelled at, and it was one of the ticks he got when he was upset. But rather than laugh, he gripped the pipe a bit tighter and bit his lip.
He could tell that the boy was a bit afraid, and that certainly didn't suit him. Ivan didn't like it when people were afraid, especially when they were afraid of him. It wasn't as if he was a scary person--he always tried to be nice. Just his idea of nice didn't always add up to other peoples' idea of nice. So, he smiled wearily, looking at the other male for a long moment, trying to figure out what to do to make him less afraid. Ivan leaned forward, dropping his pipe, but getting close enough that he could touch the other.
Then he reached out and poked his cheek gently. "You smile now, da….?"
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 9, 2010 9:18:20 GMT -5
"Y-yes...?" Iain answered nervously. He wasn't sure what's going to happen now. The Russian certainly doesn't act like how people usually do and well, while he does like surprises and unknown things, he hates it when it's causing him disadvantages like this. His eyes darted from the other's violet ones to the pipe and tenses up when he saw the grip tightening.
Well, at least when he want to escape, he can always use his surrounding to his advantage. There are trees everywhere he look at, and branches, it would make it harder for the big Russian to get through all those. Which makes him kinda wonder how he got here in the first place...
His eyes widened for a fraction when the other leaned closer to him, then he shut his eyes, realizing that it's maybe too late for him to escape, and prepared himself for whatever fate lies before him.
But nothing happened, and instead he found something -the gloved finger...?- poking his cheek gently and another sentence accompanied it. "Eeh?"
Now that's a surprise.
For a moment, he just stared at the childish face near him, blinking from confusion and bewilderment. "I-uhm..." He tried to force a smile to his face and it came out as a sheepish one. Better than none. "I will smile, so you'll not hurt me...?"
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 9, 2010 12:19:10 GMT -5
The Russian blinked and stared for a long moment at the red-head. He was afraid of being hurt? Why would he need to be afraid of being hurt? Iain was his friend after all. He had no reason to want to bring harm to the smaller male. Ivan decided to tell him as much. "I'm not going to hurt you, ptenchik. Friends do not hurt friends, da?" Friends might teach their friends lessons that might or might not involve pain, but they never really hurt them.
And so Ivan's face pulled itself into a childish pout. The boy still wanted to be friends, right? Though that didn't really matter when it truly came down to it--Iain had already agreed to become one, didn't he? But that didn’t mean that the Russian wanted to be disliked by him. Being liked was always better, right? He didn't look happy--no he still looked a bit upset--but at least he wasn't laughing, as much as he wanted to.
How to make the boy happy again, though…. Ivan frowned, and thought about what would make him most happy--after all, if it made him happy chances were it would make Iain happy too, right? The only things he could really think of was his pipe, vodka, scarf or the sunflower that Iain had given him. He slowly nudged the pipe to the other male, giving a weary smile. "You can use it, da? Is from my home… Is a very good pipe… It used to make water come out but… it broke…"
Ivan's frown deepened, though the childish pout never really went away, and slowly pulled the yellow flower from his hair and into his hands, looking down at it. "Is my favorite things…." he said and then offered it to Iain as well. He obviously didn't want to give it away even for a moment, but didn't want Iain sad either. "Ah… you can hold this too? It makes you happy, da?"
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 9, 2010 23:11:36 GMT -5
Iain's brows furrowed at being stared, but he says nothing, letting the silence to drag on until the other opened his mouth and spoke again, his childish voice filling in the silence between them. "You won't?" His face brightens up considerably at this. "That's good to hear, Teddy. I'm so scared you know..."
And though the pout's now there on the other's face, the Irish can't help but let out a childish grin on his face. It was his turn to reach out his hands and poked the other's cheeks now. "Come on, Teddy, your face is not suited to pouting... Get the smile back, okay...?" Though he really hope that the creepy laugh doesn't come back with the smile.
The Irish let out a small a squeak when the cold metal touches him, and he eyed the pipe confusedly. "Eh? P-pipe? But it's yours and I don't think I can use it well anyway..." He shook his head. What the hell is happening now...? He was so confused at the sudden actions, and-
Oh no. He doesn't like it when the other frowned. It was made very clear that his Teddy doesn't like doing this, and yet he kept on giving him... things... like the flower and the pipe.
He frowned, a pout on his face. So the other just wants him to be happy...? How to... The redhead pondered on this for a while, twirling the vibrant-colored flower absentmindedly.
"Oh!" Something dawned upon him and he carefully pulled the gloved hands and put the pipe on it carefully. Soon after he done that, he leaned towards the other and slipped the flower to the hair back, nuzzling the pale colored hair as he done so. "Here, you have them back. 'm going to be happy when you're happy, Teddy! So be happy, okay...?" He beamed, trying to get the awkwardness to go away.
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 11, 2010 17:16:09 GMT -5
Ivan gave a small smile as the other male's face brightened up once again. It was rather nice to see his smile--the Russian found that he much preferred Iain's happy expression to his fearful expression. While this was not true in all the people that the larger male met, it was definitely (and perhaps thankfully) true in Iain's case. "I did not want you to be scared. My ptenchik should be happy, da?" he asked, and nodded to himself as if answering his own question.
Ivan watched the other male closely as if he was still nervous that he would become upset once again, but it seemed the opposite was happening. Iain looked to be getting only happier as time went on. This was good news! Smaller fingers poked his cheeks and with those fingers came the same command that Ivan had used only a few moments before: to smile. Ivan followed that order, though it was only a small smile for the moment.
If smiling would make his friend happy, then he could try.
Then the red-head was pulling his hands out, and placing the pipe back in them. Why was he doing that? His pipe was a good thing to have--one of his favorite things too. Why would he not want it?
"What are you…"
Before he could think any more on why his pipe was not something that most people wanted, the sunflower was put back into his hair with a gentle nuzzle, and his cheeks felt hot again. Iain seemed to be very good at making his face warm… he definitely would be good to have when he went back to Russia!
A full grin slid back over Ivan's lips, and he touched the flower gently before leaning forward to readjust his coat over Iain's shoulders. "Ah, so I just be happy, and you will be happy too? Ufufufu, is good trade! This means you can be happy now, da~?"
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