&. nikolai

and  i  will  say  this  again  and  again,    you  may  leave  at  any  point..   take  your  freedom,   but  for  now,   know  i  will  stay.    (..)   i  would  like  to  give  you  a  ring  even  if  you  choose  not  to  wear  it.

⌗  ⋄  ➥ ₊  °  ▐  ː   @punshmnt
            
            thought so.  (..)  fyodor?  i don’t want to go,  anyway.  i like being,  if it’s with you.  

i  would  hardly  dream  of  such  a  cruel  reality.   not  having  you  at  my  side  would  be  torture,   my  dear.   

hey girl

⌗  ⋄  ➥ ₊  °  ▐  ː   @S3RVUS
            
            *  nikolai eyes him while he takes the pill.  it could’ve been a perfect replica.  a death sentence in disguise.  it would’ve been an option,  to finally find the freedom he craves,  to watch fyodor fall slack in his arms.  he’d look like he’s sleeping.  no blood spilling anywhere.  but the pill is just fyodor’s usual iron supplement,  and nikolai has purposefully passed up on the chance once more.  it’s getting harder and harder to explain to himself.  he moves,  shifts over to the edge of the bed.  *  you’re welcome. 
            
            \    bursts into tears

[   he shifts,   glances over,   and then pushes himself upright.   ]   thank you.    [   reaching for the pill with one hand and the glass with the other,   he swallows it down quickly,   only using one sip of water.   though he nurses the glances between his hands regardless,   as he’s a little dehydrated.    ]

⌗  ⋄  ➥ ₊  °  ▐  ː   @S3RVUS
            
            i have them here,  *  he says,  pointing to the nightstand beside fyodor’s bed.  a glass of water accompanies the pill.  *  

⌗  ⋄  ➥ ₊  °  ▐  ː   @yngstfame
            
            no?  well!  i guess that’s kind of the point of my demeanour!  i don’t like scaring people,  but i dooo like surprised faces …  i’m sure your dad will be very surprised to hear the news!
            
            \    nikolai is actually sweet (me when i lie) hes just.  (me making excuses)  very devout to his best friend  (delusional boycrush) 
            
            

* he wonders if he is going to die. he could be killed so easily right now. he won't make eye contact, staring down. the kid looks about ready to wet himself. he is petrified. *  i-i'm not scared of you.

⌗  ⋄  ➥ ₊  °  ▐  ː   @yngstfame
            
            *  nikolai hums.  he’s watching the boy spiral into fear calmly,  lowering himself into a crouch,  keeping the gun in his hand.  *  you probably think you’re a hero,  for denying me.  

what?? okay. fine. ask away.

⌗  ⋄  ➥ ₊  °  ▐  ː   @frctellino
            
            about animals!  nothing weird! 

/   evil laughter 

*    inttigued intro

/    ON  FYODOR,   anything 

he mutters the word sugar several times over with the excitement of a small child. when he laughs again, the sound is warm with the heat of sunflowers. "you ask questions and I like that, nikolai!" he taps their opposing shoes together before stumbling into the temporary holding space. "I believe in people and people believe in stories, so I figure I must believe in them as well. you think one cup is enough and so it must be! that is simply because I believe in you as you are now! why break my own heart with the past and the future?" 

⌗  ⋄  ➥ ₊  °  ▐  ː   @griefschurch
            
            oh,  so you believe in ghosts?  do you believe in god as well?  angels,  demons,  the lot?  *  a snort escapes nikolai when vincent drops clean off his chair,  a smug grin flashing over his face for just a second  —  before it quickly melts off into a much kinder smile,  as soon as the other rises.  he tips his head in acknowledgment,  nudging his elbow into vincent’s arm in return.  *  i like sugar!  but i think just one cup will be enough,  thank you.  *  alcohol is to be taken in careful measures after all,  and nikolai is no fool,  not in that regard.  * 

"pearls and diamonds in the ground belong to the ghosts because that is the only organisms that remember them." his head melts down far into his hand, chair hitting the glorious floor with a sound thud. "it is freedom in death that allows them to remain unaware of the fool leaving their bodies halfway outside!" vincent falls out the sitting position in a tumble and happily glances at the taller man, brushing their arms together affectionately. "how grateful I am that you are here! what sort of things do you like with your tea?" 

⌗  ⋄  ➥ ₊  °  ▐  ː   @punshmnt
            
            that’s what i thought.  (..)  well?  you have to be feeling SOME way about it.  is it a rather positive or negative observation? 

it   was   not  a   complaint..     see  it  as  an  observation. 

⌗  ⋄  ➥ ₊  °  ▐  ː   @punshmnt
            
            are you seriously complaining right now?