(Wherever this drone released from is not at all in the direction Mitya is heading. What? Of course he knows Valeriy will check! It's such a predictable move, he would be offended to hear the assumption that he, the energy scientist, didn't think of it when planning his escape. +
𝕄ᴀᴊᴏʀ 𝕍ᴀʟᴇʀɪʏ@major-oprichnik.bsky.social · 12h agoThis time, he's crumpling the paper with such an angry grip, it torns. "Are you serious...?" Valeriy mutters, leaving the muskets to the recently recovered recruits (he had to fish them from different places and apologize) and march towards the stairs, hoping to catch Mitya on his way. »
(If Valeriy decides to check the route again, he will note that the drone was *not* released from his office this time. He's leaving early! Bye!)
𝕄ᴀᴊᴏʀ 𝕍ᴀʟᴇʀɪʏ@major-oprichnik.bsky.social · 12h agoHe took the paper and replied with a new one, torn from his notebook.
(Mitya's face lights up. His scarf seems ready to bonk him on the head, though.) Really? You'll come along, too? Oh, oh, where are we going?
ᅠᅠ𝒕ʜᴇ ᅠ𝒎ᴀᴊᴏʀ.@milistia.bsky.social · 14h ago... I guess to compensate for your hard work and obedience for 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 , let us have some well—deserved dinner tonight .
(It's fine for him to use the Fatui-assigned drones to send very important messages to @major-oprichnik.bsky.social, right?)
// btw i haven't played the AQ yet because i'm in FIC WRITING JAIL and i am hiding from all social media so if i'm slow that's why give me until like friday/saturday ANJDNBJKDFN
ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇɴᴇss ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ 𝘄𝗮𝘆 ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ—— ᅠᅠᅠ... ɪs ᴛᴏ 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 . ᅠ ᅠ
ᅠᅠ𝒕ʜᴇ ᅠ𝒎ᴀᴊᴏʀ.@milistia.bsky.social · 14h ago// i yearn to write mitya but i'm once again putting myself in jail fml
(He's caught between two extremes - should he tear his gaze away out of embarrassment, or stare endlessly at Valeriy, who starts to corner him on the bed like prey? Hell. And since when could Valeriy's voice go that deep? It distracts him from the question being asked.) O-of course I know... +
𝕄ᴀᴊᴏʀ 𝕍ᴀʟᴇʀɪʏ@major-oprichnik.bsky.social · 2d agoValeriy let himself get dragged by Mitya until he was leaning over him, elbow resting on the bed. Gods. He wasn't stupid. Neither was Mitya. What was stirring in his gut and spreading down his legs wasn't familiar to him, but it was instinctive and he'd been feeling it for a while now. Since... »
(There's a narrow alley up ahead. Time to make a sharp turn, duck underneath a vendor stall, and run!) See you, Sarge~
What is there to understand?! (Mitya doesn’t bother struggling against Valeriy’s grip. It’s not 𝘩𝘪𝘮 he wants to escape from - at least, not today. Emotion leaves his voice shaking and raw, but the resolve he has in his convictions stabilizes him. +
𝕄ᴀᴊᴏʀ 𝕍ᴀʟᴇʀɪʏ@major-oprichnik.bsky.social · 2d agoHe barely felt the punch, and didn't even react. He knows his words are hurtful, and that's why he said them. It's hard. Before Mitya could land another blow, Valeriy raised his hand and stopped it, gripping him by the forearm without causing pain, lips pressed tight. "Don't you understand...? »
(Mitya is seething. He refuses to look Valeriy in the eye even as he draws closer, because there's 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 he just said 𝘢𝘯𝘺 of that to him. His fists ball at his sides. For once, his scarf is still, not wishing to intervene - it knows when to sit back and observe. Slowly, he raises one +
𝕄ᴀᴊᴏʀ 𝕍ᴀʟᴇʀɪʏ@major-oprichnik.bsky.social · 3d ago"Soldiers die all the time." Valeriy grunts, but he can't avoid the pain that flares in his chest from seeing Mitya like that. "You'll move on, because you have to, because the Tsaritsa's bidding must be carried out by every single one of us. There's no buts, nor ifs." »
// alright just a heads up but i have to lock the fuck in on this piece i'm writing or i'm cooked so i have to forcefully tear myself away from mitya for a few days... </3 if you see me replying on him anyway: 1. no you don't 2. shut up
(As Valeriy sits beside him, Mitya rolls onto his back, tugs the coat up to cover his chin, and stares. His heart... is racing. Okay, he already knew what he was getting himself into in baiting Valeriy to come 'warm him up.' Does his body still have to react like this? It's just... +
𝕄ᴀᴊᴏʀ 𝕍ᴀʟᴇʀɪʏ@major-oprichnik.bsky.social · 3d agoMitya was obviously lying. He can distinguish that tone from any other. He rolled his eyes briefly, suppressing the urge to snort. That didn't stop him from relaxing his expression, though, as he approached Mitya's small shape tucked under his cloak. "I can make you a hot tea to warm up quickly, »
Ahhh, ahhh... I want to go to the theater... Odette, Vodyanitsa! Don't forget about me!
// valeriy panicking and checking for injuries and worrying something happened he can't help with or defend against meanwhile mitya: my RESEARCH give me my NOTES
// my mind is still here with valeriy treating him so gently </3 i can't wait to make them argue </3
Valeriy@valeriysbigchest.bsky.social · 7d agoof ink. “Are you alright?” With a hand on Mitya’s back, Valeriy helps him sit upright. His other hand goes up to wipe the ink off his skin with his thumb. He turns his head this way and that, then looks into Mitya’s eyes to check for a concussion, unreserved in his mild panic. How could I let -
// imagine a thread but with valitya kissing. that's it that's the whole plot yep yep yep
(Ooookaaaay, so maaaaybe Mitya went overboard. He's late to their agreed meeting time, but it's fiiiiine. When Valeriy sees what he brought with him, he'll be over the moon! Arriving a few minutes late is a pretty decent trade-off for all of the fresh snacks he was able to procure from Podvorye. +
𝕄ᴀᴊᴏʀ 𝕍ᴀʟᴇʀɪʏ@major-oprichnik.bsky.social · 4w agoDawn is almost peeking from the side of the Zapolyarny Palace when a pair of heavy boots break the ice that formed around the stairs of the main square. Valeriy is staring at the ice sculpture that rotates in the center, enjoying the chilly bite of the wind in the early morning. He's wearing »
(Mitya's poor scarf has to flag down the waiter for them. It waves high above the scientist's shoulders to draw the closest employee's attention, who, when they spot the comical sight from across the seating area, tilts her head in confusion. Why is his scarf taking responsibility, you ask? +
Valeriy@valeriysbigchest.bsky.social · 4d agoValeriy tears his eyes away and heaves a sigh. Leave it to Mitya to keep him on his toes even when he’s right in front of him. Not much Valeriy can do about that right now—might as well play along. That, and Valeriy has never been one to turn down a challenge. He already scanned the room once -
// mitya back to using 'sarge' to downplay the seriousness of him facing the curse of death and potentially being injured from falling and etc. etc. etc. meanwhile he dropped all honorifics in the first place when he was fearing for valeriy's safety earlier. yes
(Mitya doesn’t so much as flinch as Valeriy bursts into the room. As he slowly comes to, realization settles in place of the guilt and panic he initially felt upon hearing Valeriy’s voice through the door: the only one in harm’s way was 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Any threat from the Curse of Death is already +
Valeriy@valeriysbigchest.bsky.social · 7d agoValeriy hardly registers Mitya’s final plea—he is already breaking inside, heart hammering. “Mitya!” he says, racing over to where the researcher is half-prone by his desk. Papers are strewn about him—he must have dragged them to the floor when he passed out—and smudged on his cheek is a spot -
// re:zero is required media consumption for snezhnaya lore, especially mitya
// btw i've been writing a lot of crack since we're lacking information but i'm so ready to #Lock #In i want some serious development for my mitya
Mitya@azumithal.bsky.social · 4d ago// replies soon.