Leonora Bernardi locked in the dark. Hurt for most of her life, scared of her own shadow. Not knowing what the outside world is like, she's the epitome of innocence. One look at her and it's like her aura could light up the room.
Nikolai Volkov fut...
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Parapraxis: - A slip of the tongue or pen or other error thought to reveal unconscious wishes or attitudes.
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Leonora POV
I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, my body wrapped up tightly in my covers but I'm still cold. It doesn't feel right without him, and I'm angry at myself for becoming so dependent on him.
I stare at the picture next to my bed. The picture of Nikolai and I out on the board walk, me sitting on his lap as I smile at the camera. But Nikolai's eyes aren't on the camera, but on me. The sun reflecting off the sea behind us.
Tearing the covers from my body I sigh, getting up and tapping my feet on the floor frustratingly. I pick up my fluffy blanket and make my way out the door stopping at a familiar door down the corridor.
I stop thinking over my decision. Will he be annoyed that I bothered him?
Deciding to just go for it I knock on the door lightly before walking in, my eyes meeting the dark expanse of the room.
"Leonora? Principessa what are you doing here?" (translation: princess) Valentino said getting up slightly on the bed as he rests on his elbows, looking towards me.
"I c-can't s-sleep." I whisper walking over to the side of the bed, before he quickly pulls me into his arms tucking me under the covers.
"You and your insomnia." Valentino mumbled against my forehead, tightening his arms around me. Woah. Valentino's a cuddler.
"Is this about Nikolai? Because he left to stay with his family in a place down the road from us. He said he wanted to give you some space. I actually respect him for that." Valentino said, his tattooed hand coming up to remove the hair from around my face.
Of course it's about Nikolai.
"He cares about you, you know? I may dislike him for wanting to be with my sorellina but... he's good to you. I can see that now. He messed up Leonora sure, everyone can see that. But doesn't everyone deserve a second chance?" (translation: little sister) Valentino said lifting the covers and tucking them under my chin to keep me warm.
"W-what about y-you and I-Ivan?" I ask. I notice how his gaze is always drawn to Ivan when we're in a room together. He always tries to look away but his gaze will wander back, drawn towards Ivan like a compass.
"What about me and Ivan?" He asks leaning away slightly to make eye contact with me.
"Y-you like I-Ivan right? Like m-me and N-Nikolai." I question staring up at him. His eyes narrow at me before his hands come to my sides tickling my ribs.
"Your a little nosy aren't you principessa? But no... Ivan and I are... complicated. He doesn't like me like that." (translation: princess) Valentino said his eyes losing some light.
