Like a Bolt from the Blue...

[das_vedanya]

WHO: The Older Siblings - Ivan and Yekaterina (Natalia can pop in~)
WHEN: Late Evening, July 7th
WHERE: Ivan, Natalia, and Yekaterina's Apartment
WHAT: Yekaterina returns home expecting the worst. She's only half right.

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[slavic_chest]

"Damn it," she muttered, groping in her purse, "where are my keys

[slavic_chest]

Just as she thought, but it was -not good, but satisfying, maybe?- to hear it confirmed. And Ivan's smile, that wasn't Vanya's any more, that was something else, but she didn't look away. She gripped his hands automatically in response to the pressure; she had held his hands often enough as a boy.

Not often enough now.

"And..." she hesitated. She couldn't bring herself to say the words, so she tried a roundabout route. "How do you think I feel?"

[das_vedanya]

He couldn't help the laugh that came soon after her question. "Because I work with the mind, I know what people are thinking?" Upon seeing the almost desperate look on her face, his expression went out like a candle in a hurricane, and he found himself bearing a mouth in a hard line.

"I don't imagine that you feel any different than Natalia and I do - I felt your hand seize in mine when I announced his death. You are relieved to hear the news, are you not?"