Keep the Vodka out of Reach of Children
WHO: Ivy and Tiny!Alfred
WHEN: Backdated to Saturday the 30th
WHERE: The Braginsky Household
WHAT: Because the only thing Ivan asked for his birthday is a babysitting job.
It was the first time Ivan had acquired a nickname that out him on par with a plant. Ivan had still not grown used to 'sweetheart', as the nickname gave him an odd image of a heart made out of cane sugar, and Ivan was not a sweet person unless he pretended to be - but then Ivan was not sweet, he was manipulative. But "Ivy" was different, and almost more difficult to get used to than sweetheart. He could get used to "Vanya", as only Ion and his older sister called him such; Brother was Natalia's personal nickname. Ivan called Alfred "idiot" in an endearing way, occasionally "malchik", and sometimes "ptenchik", but very rarely "lyubov."
Today Alfred's nickname would be nothing.
Because "Ivy" could quite literally say nothing at the sight of the boy with the golden blonde hair - with Montana blue eyes staring up at him from a one-and-a-half foot lower level than the American boy Ivan saw the night before. Ya bozhe, this was the boy he kissed the night before. Not goodnight - nowhere near his forehead or on the tip of his nose, but pressed flush against his mouth at an angle deep enough for their teeth to clash and whywasthatboystillsmilinglikethat.
Happy Twenty-Eighth Birthday Ivy.
WHEN: Backdated to Saturday the 30th
WHERE: The Braginsky Household
WHAT: Because the only thing Ivan asked for his birthday is a babysitting job.
It was the first time Ivan had acquired a nickname that out him on par with a plant. Ivan had still not grown used to 'sweetheart', as the nickname gave him an odd image of a heart made out of cane sugar, and Ivan was not a sweet person unless he pretended to be - but then Ivan was not sweet, he was manipulative. But "Ivy" was different, and almost more difficult to get used to than sweetheart. He could get used to "Vanya", as only Ion and his older sister called him such; Brother was Natalia's personal nickname. Ivan called Alfred "idiot" in an endearing way, occasionally "malchik", and sometimes "ptenchik", but very rarely "lyubov."
Today Alfred's nickname would be nothing.
Because "Ivy" could quite literally say nothing at the sight of the boy with the golden blonde hair - with Montana blue eyes staring up at him from a one-and-a-half foot lower level than the American boy Ivan saw the night before. Ya bozhe, this was the boy he kissed the night before. Not goodnight - nowhere near his forehead or on the tip of his nose, but pressed flush against his mouth at an angle deep enough for their teeth to clash and whywasthatboystillsmilinglikethat.
Happy Twenty-Eighth Birthday Ivy.