letters | dolokhov x anatole

3.

"Oh my god."

Sonya looked around at the room. There was ink spilled, ripped paper and paper in general all over the floor, and there were bags under his eyes.

"You're definitely not okay," she confirmed.

She walked over to Dolokhov, who was hugging his knees and crying whilst leaning on his bed. Sonya knelt down to his level and gave him a hug. He wrapped his arms around the small of her back, and sobbed into her shoulders.

"What happened? It's like a hurricane struck this room!"

He looked her in the eyes. "I—"

"Hold on. When was the last time you slept?"

Dolokhov sniffed. "Um... twodaysago."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Two days ago."

"Come on, Fedya! You need to—"

"Please don't call me that, Sonya. It, um— reminds me of him," he pleaded.

"Oh, right, sorry."

Pause.

"Seriously, you need to care for your body more!"

"It's not that long! Besides, why do you care so much?"

"Because, Dolokhov, you're my friend."

"But, why are you here in the first place?"

Sonya gulped. "Anatole recently sent Andrei a letter mocking him, saying Natasha kissed him first and that she wanted to run away with him!"

"He would never!"

"But then, Andrei blamed Natasha, so she poisoned herself with arsenic."

"Oh my god."

"She's fine now. She told me and we called doctors."

"I'm gonna kill him."

"Who?"

"That son of a bitch who blamed Natasha!"

"No, don't." Sonya sadly chuckled. "He apologized, she forgave him because she overreacted."

"Fine. I'll let it slide. For now. But, I'm still confused. Anatole would never do something like that. I know him!"

Sonya pulled the letter from her coat pocket and handed it to him. Dolokhov took the note from the envelope.

There were wine and vodka stains on the paper.

"He was drunk? Jesus Christ, I knew he was a stupid and gay drunk, but not that stupid!"

Sonya widened her eyes. "Stupid and gay drunk? How do you know that?"

Dolokhov also widened his eyes and gulped.

"Well, um..."

He told her the story from when Anatole had too much vodka for a man to handle. (Just realized that I didn't mention that story here, but in a oneshot I made. Sorry if it confused you, it's just a little easter egg now!)

"He doesn't remember. Like, at all."

"Holy shit."

Sonya laughed as Dolokhov blushed. He covered his face.

"So, have you written anymore letters?"

"Yeah, like, 6 more." Dolokhov admitted.

"Wow, okay."

Normally, Sonya wouldn't but into these kind of things, but she had a small plan that was to be played out soon.

As long as Dolokhov writes more letters, of course.

After explaining to him that she needed to get back to Marya's, he waved goodbye and she left.

Very soon, Sonya thought, You won't be so sad anymore.