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

[das_vedanya]

"I never know what goes through that American's head," Ivan let his hands fall carelessly into his lap as he massaged at the one Ion previously gripped. He turned away, shoulders sinking defenselessly. "I... a friend of mine came back from Europe a few days ago. He happens to be an ex-boyfriend as well, and he did not know that I was no longer single since the last time I saw him was when I was single... I told Alfred that I was kissed, and the possessive idiot... broke in and left that box and the spare key on my bed."

[amar_dulce_vin]

A pause.

"...that's all?"

A look of disbelief that morphed into one of profound but bitter amusement.

"...that's what all this is about?"

Thin arms wrapped around a scarf-clad neck and slender digits tangled in the pale hair at the back of Ivan's head, carding through the soft tresses soothingly. Ion hummed to himself as he rested his chin on Ivan's shoulder.

"Вы оба такие дети."

[das_vedanya]

That was... not what he was expecting at all. When Ion wrapped his arms around him, admittedly Ivan mistook the soft sensation for pain and flinched away only enough to go noticed, but not to break free.

Ivan's eyes steadily relaxed into a half-mast state, staring down at the book that had fallen closed in his lap. "Я знаю."