𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐬

Greek class.

"𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘" she was blowing through her money at the speed of light her dorm room had turned into a Dionysus museum she had a wine cabinet, all her paintings were sold or gifted to others and were replaced by a humongous painting of Dionysus, Ilya, and Judas sitting down in a field drinking and eating grapes. she always knew befriending a painter would benefit her Ilya had grapes on her desk a ripe pomegranate and a wine glass filled halfway on her round table in front of the balcony she had multiple magazines with her face on them that she hadn't read Ilya was too busy trying to remember how she got into her room earlier all she remembered was the cold and uncomfortable library and the unfinished homework that was now finished with a neat precise and calculated cursive handwriting she woke up sweating because of a black wool coat that she was wearing it was practically swallowing her whole it had an "H" letter pin in gold on the right side beside the breast pocket she wore it and strutted to the mirror and stared at herself while caressing the soft coat "soft" she tiredly murmured closing her eyes she suddenly opened them when a loud knock startled her she stalked towards the door and opened it to see a delivery man gawking at the box behind him making her following his trail of sight and there it was the statue she ordered on Sunday it was finally here she quickly signed and slammed the door shut grunting and panting as she dragged her beloved Dionysus statue onto her huge balcony rumor had it she got the biggest room because of her father and the special sum he payed to get it while dragging she started laughing it was something he would do but how did the students know was the real question Ilya shook away her thoughts as she entered the balcony the chilly air scratching at her snow colored skin making her button up the coat mentally thanking the coat owner she finally situated Dionysus moving closer to his face to dust off a feather and the urge of kissing him became insanely strong and so she did, Ilya held his face in her hands tilted her head slightly to the side and kissed him hard her teeth banging against the marble making her taste blood she felt the crimson red trickle down her chin onto the coat but she didn't mind she kept kissing Dionysus moving her hand to behind his neck standing on her tippy toes to reach the god and there it was she heard it " click, click, click" she froze like a deer caught in headlights Ilya looked down at the ground and saw Judas taking pictures of her she sighed relieved that it wasn't a student or worse a reporter Judas smirked at her and ran away from the dorms Ilya immediately climbed down her balcony and ran after him she had no idea where he was running to but she didn't care she also completely forgot she had smeared lipstick and blood on her chin and lip her black hair was unbraided for once wild and free like the two Ivanov siblings forever young and free.

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"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐕" the introduction Ilya gave was the opposite of what she wanted Judas calmly opened the Greek class door going to sit next to bunny as Charles went to put the kettle on for tea Judas chuckled to himself and whispered "1..2..3-" Ilya ran into the class scaring everyone except Henry she looked wild stunningly wild with her raven knee length hair open dancing around in the wind and the mixture of blood and lipstick made her look like a vampire after a grand feast. Bunny rose up from his seat and walked towards his friend opening his arms and pulling her into a hug Ilya hugged back raising her hand so she had them around buns neck and suddenly he sniffed her " why do you smell like Henry" he murmured into her head smelling her coffee shampoo " I have no idea bun" Ilya spoke into his chest when they broke the hug Ilya introduced herself she saw two blondes that looked like boyfriend and girlfriend but they were siblings she also looked around to see a fiery mop of hair staring back at her a pale boy albino like with soft hands French she assumed Francis was his name he shook her hand and smiled at her the next boy was tall so tall she reached his chest by standing on her tippy toes her neck had to be stretched back and her face looking up to see him fully Ilya shook his cold hands her smile faltering slightly when he responded coldly so she bit back " Ilya Ivanov" she said even colder with a slightly mischievous glint in her black almond eyes only looking away when judas nudged her to give her a handkerchief to wipe her red masterpiece she still had her small baby soft hands in Henry's cold hands she took the handkerchief and went to the little storage room that Charles made the tea in she hastily looked into the little mirror that was hanging in there and wiped everything off finally back to her stunning self she curled her lashes with her pointer finger and smiled she looked respectable Ilya entered the room again seeing another boy but with closer inspection, she found out he was no boy he was the professor bun always talked to her about " Mr. Morrow" Ilya acknowledged putting out her hand he took it and kissed the back of Ilyas hand smiling warmly at her a smile she returned she looked over at the seats and saw a vacant one next to Henry to others his presence would be too much to handle he had an aura of ignorance laced with interest of the finer things he made himself out to be better than everyone but Ilya was better than everyone the blood in her veins traced back to Ivan the terrible to the Romanov's and to Russia itself her legacy was always there way before Winter ,Abernathy , Corcoran , Macaulay . She was the only deep-rooted one at the table and she acted like it, a cigarette was in front of her she looked at the hand holding it to see Henry not looking at her he was listening to something Julian was saying not even bothering to look at the beautiful girl beside him he could practically taste her aura he wished he had something to dislike about it she tasted like thrones and crowns like grand feasts and ballrooms and cabinet meetings red kokoshniks he felt her little fingers take the cigarette into her hand waiting for a flame and he gave it to her watching as she parted her pink lips apart and leaned into him and the flame he smelled her coffee shampoo she leaned back into her chair and started to whisper around with bunny. Julian broke everyone away from their conversations looking directly at Ilya "Judas told me your descendants of royalty?" Julian questioned her lineage Ilya gently laid down her cigarette into the ashtray next to Henry's cigarette, she looked around the table from Charles's intrigued expression to slight envy from Camilla and finally to Richard who had a starstruck look on his face to judas who had a proud grin and bun had his head on Ilyas shoulder, she hummed and responded " yes we're connected to Ivan the terrible and his first wife Anastasia who later on became connected to the Romanovs through a son I believe" she trailed off looking at the windows starting to pick up the stares she was getting Julian broke everyone's gazes at Ilya and spoke once more " you should join us for lunch tomorrow Judas is already coming" he offered Ilya looked away from the windows " I'll see if I'm free thank you for having me " Ilya spoke rising up from her seat taking the cigarette from the ashtray and shaking Julian's hand once more before exiting the classroom walking alone on the rough cobble stones staring up at the sun her hand played with the pin on the coat and she laughed knowing who it belonged to already planning how to give it back to him or if she will even give it back to him .

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