❝ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 ❞
Tucked away in the depths of Russia,
Natalia Romanova buries her unborn daughter. (Underneath the first snowfall of winter,
Natalia Romanova births another.)
A regime burns,
As mother and da...
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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰
A wild beast caged.
Shackled to the floor, small frame swallowed by the darkness. Face slick with blood that is not hers, blank eyes staring into the emptiness mirroring her own.
Veiled in the depths of Russia, where the blood on her hands overflows and soaks the snow beneath her feet. An animal in the shape of a girl, a weapon with human eyes.
He approaches. (he always does)
Her soldier, with his own ledger of red. There were scars she bore that his hands had created, his own formed from hers aswell.
She waits, curls deeper into the corner she had hidden away in. His movements are stiff, uncoordinated. Always unpredictable in these moments, his mind still scattered from the chair.
Cold air bites at her skin, prickling at the cool press of metal into her side as he slumps next to her. She tilts her head towards him, eyes flickering across his body.
Red star against the metallic arm, limp in exhaustion. Destruction turned gentle in the presence of a cornered animal.
Tightly wound limbs slowly relax in turn, body angling closer to his own. Her toes knock into his knees as they stretch out, gradually occupying more space than she is used to.
His fingers take hers, gentle.
She curls hers tighter, unwilling to let go.
Soldier exhales lightly, eyes still unfocused even in his gentleness. Czarina presses tighter against him, hungry for his attention.
Two ghost stories, wrapped together in the only solitude gifted.
She presses her body upwards slightly, angling her lips towards his ear and whispering the only truth she will ever admit.
"I'll remember it all for you." (this is my heart.)
He drags his head across the brick to face hers, blank eyes flickering with warmth as they fall upon her.
"I know." (this is mine, too.)
They fall quiet, silence encompassing the cell once more. A wild beast caged with a weapon, haunting Russia together and haunted by faces they cannot remember.
She thinks this is what love must be.
Soldier grunts, heaving up his large frame and staggering half-blind towards the rickety bed pushed into the corner of the cell. Czarina watches him collapse upon it, springs groaning under his weight.
Nobody had come for her.
She stares at the door for a moment, straining her ears for any noise beyond the thick steel. The world outside has fallen quiet, nobody will come to drag her away.
