s-so, I hope this is okay.

[generalfrost]

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[nutty_russian]

[He sees you plain as day, standing outside and mourning the death of those sunflowers, the last hurrah of autumn.]

[generalfrost]

[ It is November, which means of course the sunflowers will die. Whether or not the General gets the slightest bit of satisfaction from the easy way the sunflower stalk breaks in his hand, it's somewhat unclear. He notices you, walking stiffly over, the wind billowing behind his coat bringing more freezing rain and snow. ]

[nutty_russian]

[He wraps his coat tighter around himself, his scarf whipping in the wind.]

General.

[generalfrost]

[ He doesn't say much, merely nods calmly, almost as if following Ivan's lead, never quite noticing the way the Russian shudders at how close he is. He's never quite cared -- it is a sacrifice for his aid, being frigid and freezing in his presence. The General settles icy cold fingers on Ivan's shoulder, a silent way of informing him of his arrival. ]

[nutty_russian]

[Despite the layers that Russia's cloaked himself in he still feels the bite of your freezing fingers on his shoulder, but he ignores it. He's endured your cold before, and while he's not a big fan of it, it's familiar, like an old friend returning.]

[generalfrost]

[ Every year it's the same, some colder than others, and the look in his eyes is - nearly paternal, nearly fond in a way. He does, however, grip a bit harder as he speaks your name aloud, his breath ghosting with the chill in the air surrounding him. ]

Ivan.

[nutty_russian]

[He shivers against the chill of your breath, frost forming on his cheek before he wipes it away.]

Yes.

[generalfrost]

[ He's behind you, entirely, a general awaiting a response from his commanding officer, emanating the changes in the season - snow and frost, then ice, tundra, the below zero temperatures the further north that's traveled. ]

I TRUST THE WARMTH HAS SHOWN YOU WELL.

[nutty_russian]

It has. But I would not be here were it not for you.