Аво́сь да как-нибу́дь до добра́ не доведу́т.

[amar_dulce_vin]

WHO: The Soviet Cousins
WHEN: Sunday, December 19th, a bit past 3 in the morning
WHERE: At home
WHAT: What is supposed to be post-break up comforting. But isn't.

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[das_vedanya]

He was reading Tolstoy.

Though reading was a very lose term of it. How many times had he read the same line? "Did you notice he almost never smiles? While I was singing, I turned around suddenly and caught him looking at me and he was smiling then. And I felt - but it's almost impossible to describe - I felt as if someone had given me the most enormous, beautiful present." "Did you notice he almost never smiles? While I was singing, I turned around suddenly and caught him looking at me and he was smiling then. And I felt - but it's almost impossible to describe - I felt as if someone had given me the most enormous, beautiful present." "Did you notice he almost never smiles? While I was singing, I turned around suddenly and caught him looking at me and he was smiling the--"

"Vanechka."He half expected to see Natalia in the doorway, having read the same line repetitively by a character who shared her name. "Eyonya?" He placed the book into his lap and watched the way the Moldovan's hair plaited down his back in that impossible length

[amar_dulce_vin]

"Вот что я просто спросил вас." he replied pointedly, dropping down beside his cousin on the bed. His hair was at last free of the braid and fell in kinked waves, which he pushed irritably over his shoulder. "И не говорите со мной на английском, я чертовски устал за это."

He clicked his tongue absently a few times, wondering what to say.

"You left the door unlocked," he said simply, "And I'm awake because I just got home from work. But you left the door unlocked and you never leave the door unlocked."

The unlocked door wasn't simply an unlocked door. It was symbolic in its own strange way. The fact that it hadn't been locked was significant. It meant something had deeply unsettled Ivan's peace of mind. Very few things could do that.

Very few people could do that.

Ion quickly came to a conclusion and sighed in sharp annoyance.

"What the hell did that stupid Americanii do now?"

[das_vedanya]

"Я прошу прощения." He replied bitterly, uncertain if he actually meant it now that Ion had learned to read him easier than Ivan could read his book. Russian at home, English outside. ""И я не оставил дверь незапертой. Я всегда заблокировать его." Ivan protested, dropping his head onto his cousin's nearest shoulder. With his neck craned at this angle, one of his longer scars strained under the stretch, but something felt comforting in the familiarity of something he could connect to his childhood. He felt like a child, with Tolstoy in his lap like a picture book he could only stare at the red cover of.

"Вы уже говорили это сами: он сделал что-то глупо. Его реакция всегда... преувеличены."

And now, they are speaking Russian.

[amar_dulce_vin]

Interesting.

"You know, Newton's Law. For every action, there is a reaction." Ion said mildly, "Or something to that effect. That begs the question...what did you do, Vanechka? Besides leave the door unlocked. Because you did leave it unlocked, unless a domovoi unlocked it behind you. But either way, does this mean he won't be coming around anymore? We should celebrate. This is a happy occasion."