montana skies

there's nothing like a Montana sky. nothing like the clouds that dance in the early cotton candy pinks of sunrise. nothing like the hint of daylight peeking over the mountains like a child, the chill still settled in your bones despite the onset of sunup. it's one thing to watch it from the dewy grasses, engulfed in the silence of what heaven must have deemed holy on the day of rest. it is completely different from a thousand foot view flyover, in your final moments of arriving at the end of a long journey that was never meant to be completed so early.

Vasily Borodin did get to see Montana. The place that had tethered his dreams like a wild mustang to a fence post, wild and free; but with an unsatisfactory conclusion, snuffed it out like a candle. It was everything that he had imagined, but only one thing remained missing. His Pchelka.

Bea. Bea Petrova.

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cw : The Hunt for Red October spoilers, faithfulness to canon minus two bits, sad but also not sad, use of Russian nicknames but most likely improperly, mentions of war and poverty because of communism, mentions of death, angst with a happy ending, Ophelia Wilde music inspired

pairing : vasily borodin x bea petrova (fem!oc)

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