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bud_vidvazhnyy in lolocracy

I love you.

Mar 06, 2011 12:36

WHO: Ivan and Yekaterina
WHEN: March 6th, late-morning
WHERE: Front porch steps of Ivan's home
WHAT: Katya finally feels up to stopping by her silbing's home. The fates are undecided on the outcome Eru and I have no clue what we're doing.

( I fear you. )

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das_vedanya March 6 2011, 23:06:10 UTC

The doorbell sounded particularly ominous from within the inner-walls of Ivan's study. From beneath the thick layer of the scarf, Ivan could feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise, like static electricity the moment his fingers twisted around the pipe in a choking stronghold. He rose from his leather chair, making quick to save his place in Lolita with a ripped corner from an unnecessary piece of paperwork from a strewn about pile on his desk, and slipped out his study room with nary a sound in every movement he made ( ... )

bud_vidvazhnyy March 6 2011, 23:14:20 UTC

Katya's bags clattered to the floor, glass bottles shattering, eggs breaking and the contents almost exploding out from the weight the bags had been under. Her arms instinctively covered her face, a weak whimper escaping her as she prepared for whatever horror-

Brat?

Eyes full of tears, shining orbs hesitantly peeked up from her arms and she stared to Ivan, her brother, her own family- and the cold metal water pipe he brandished at her.

"B-Brat-" she said weakly, sobs bubbling up in her throat as she choked them back. "W-Why...?"

das_vedanya March 6 2011, 23:23:51 UTC

It was as if Ivan was watching the whole scene unfold in front of him like a badly-directed drama series. Milk leaked onto his porch, carrying oozing egg yolks in it's flow. Carrots littered his doormat and now his sister's tears were soaking into her shirt. The guilt was just beginning to soak into him. "A-ah, don't cry... I was... I was..." he tapped the water pipe against his ankle - I was expecting you to be a five foot one Parisian with a sword and appetite for my blood. "I was expecting someone else." - well, that explanation made it no better. Ivan wasn't accustomed to having to bash the skulls of his visitors in, but that certainly gave it the appearance of such ( ... )

bud_vidvazhnyy March 6 2011, 23:51:17 UTC

"Y-you were- but- I..." Katya tripped over her tongue as the tears flowed down her cheeks naturally, trailing down to her chin before finally dropping off and soaking into her white blouse. She looked down as Ivan bent down and immediately followed suit, only managing to pick up a jar of honey that had thankfully not broken before her brother had everything else in his arms, dripping eggs and all and he was-

Gone. Leaving her squatted down on the front stoop of his house with barely a come in before he had left. Her heart sank and she attempted to fight the fresh wave of tears that welled up in her eyes ( ... )

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