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"Well... there's one way to find out." Valeriy sits on the couch, palming his knees. "You try first. Let's see if all that clowning around has given you a sense of humor..."
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · 23h agoMhmmm! Quite sure. (He nods his head with a wide, closed-eyed grin. His scarf gives a thumbs up.) Haha~ If it's as easy for you as you say, then I suppose I'll lose quickly. Isn't that right, Sarge?
"Make us... laugh? are you sure about that?" Valeriy seems composed, but mentally, he's revising all his training. It's true that some torture tactics included tickling... wait no, why should Mitya try to lower his guard? "I'm a trained professional. It will be hard for you to make me laugh."
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · 23h agoThe rules are simple. (He raises his pointer finger, and his scarf follows suit, mimicking the motion. Mitya paces back and forth as he explains.) We'll take turns trying to make each other laugh. The first one to laugh loses, and has to do anything the winner asks of them. What do you say?
How vulgar. Mitya's words sent a blush spreading across Valeriy's entire face, so much so that he was tempted to shove him and curse. He brought this upon himself by telling him to speak the truth. He wasn't going to reprimand him for it. What he did do was to prop himself on his knees and turn »
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · 2d ago(Haha, he 𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘴 him? So be it then. Why not just let Mitya pay back the full sum - right here and now? Because Valeriy isn’t pulling away. He’s inching closer until their bodies are flush together, making Mitya dizzy with want. Because he’s not shy about any of this, even though they’re both +
"...Ha." That amused him. Mitya? Responsible for whatever happened between these four walls? "I wouldn't expect anything less. After all, you owe me for all your little escapades." He reminded him with a sarcastic tone, pulling the cloak that covered his small body aside to see him better. »
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · 3w ago(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... +
"Then I hope you won't give me as many headaches as you've been giving me for the past few years." Valeriy's fingers squeezed Mitya's cheek, pressing lightly into the soft flesh. It wasn't an oppressive grip by any means! what the Major was after was squishing his cheek adorably. »
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · last wk.Loud and clear. (It burns where Valeriy touches. His cheek, his back - he can't tear his gaze away no matter how intensely he's stared down. Mitya parts his lips and licks at them nervously. They're so close right now... Valeriy won't leave him. They'll go together, and Mitya will have a true +
He'd have serious doubts about the importance of the business he's into right now, but he will choose to believe he's preparing himself for the field investigation. If he's not back in an hour and a half from now, he'll go out in his search.
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · last wk.(Oh, well. Mitya can't hear him. He'll choose to believe Valeriy is missing him while he's away doing very, very important business!)
More like, he should move his perky ass back to the armory palace to take his pick of instrumental!
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · last wk.(Does his Sarge miss him already?)
Did Mitya escape again? He's been swamped with the task of choosing the equipment... Uuugh, Mityaaaa.....
Valeriy finally dropped the act and stops pretending. He raised his hand and took the young man's cheek, watching his lavender eyes intently. The mere thought of Mitya alone, amidst the snow and at the mercy of the unforgiving winds, made his stomach churn. »
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · last wk.That's fine. (Big, round, glossy eyes. He's too out of it to actively try and appear cute - but he 𝘪𝘴 pleading to the best of his ability.) This work needs to be done. All of our lives are at stake... If you won't take me with you, I'm going alone, regardless. Please, Sarge.
He pulls Mitya up, now that he's sure that he's not going to pass out anymore. He leans close to him, his visage contemplative. He's being serious. "If you come, you won't be able to escape to the theatre or the restaurant. The nights will be cold. There will be daily reports. »
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · last wk.Me. (Mitya breathes the word. He's still catching his breath, but he's beginning to trust his voice a lot more.) But my team already knows everything they should do. They don't need direct supervision. And we need 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 to research the anomaly in the Celestial Nail. +
Valeriy frowns. "You're... coming? But-" He scratches his brow, confused. There was no mention of Mitya in the assignment. "That's no place for..." for what, someone like him? someone who's not used to the extreme cold, snow blindness, away from the comforts of a home... »
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · last wk.(Valeriy's arms are a safe haven against the cold and wind. All the stress from earlier melts away in their embrace. Slowly, but surely - Mitya regains his breath. He listens to Valeriy, and quietens for a short while.) ... I was so worried... (He finally murmurs - because staying silent is +
"Wha- what?" He's bewildered. What does he mean... what does IT mean? He was supposed to... lead. A group of people. Into the east region, to that ominous mark in the sky... But that's not his priority right now. He has to help Mitya recover. There's no threat, no other situation more important »
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · last wk.No, you don't... ugh... (Mitya gives in to his exhaustion. He stumbles forward, forehead hitting Valeriy's chest, and he shuts his eyes. He... really needs a moment. Mitya's lips are a bit swollen from the cold, he realizes. He wonders if there's a flush on his face, too. +
"Don't speak now, catch your breath..." It's kind of adorable to see him this flushed, so desperate and out of sorts. It stirs something within Valeriy, so strong that he's had to force himself to gut that feeling and save it for later. "Whatever you need to tell me, it can wait." And how, »
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · last wk.I need... (Mitya's pupils are dilating. He didn't realize before due to all the adrenaline, but he's dizzy from the low carbon dioxide in his lungs.) ... To tell you...! (He clutches tightly onto Valeriy's arms, staggering on his feet.)
How ironic. The man who's always running away now is chasing the chaser. Valeriy stops in his tracks, turning to watch the poor man run as his life depends on it. He instinctively brought out his arms, grabbing Mitya from his shoulders. "Mr. Mitya... why are you running around like this?" »
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · last wk.@major-oprichnik.bsky.social Valeriy. Valeriy! (Mitya is out of breath and hyperventilating when he finally spots Valeriy - he ran as fast as he could all over Snezhnograd in attempt to find him. His lungs are burning cold after breathing in all the frigid air while searching.) Valeriy - wait...
Someone has approached and given him a stack of papers, but he hasn't caught a word from them nor paid attention to the contents of what he's holding now. Everything seems to have slowed down in his life, meanwhile his heart pounds in his chest faster than the speed of sound. What is he afraid of?
Valeriy hasn't moved from the chair for an hour already, holding the handwritten letter with the tips of his fingers, as if the paper was poisoned. He's dissociating. He knew a day like this would come.
ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠɢᴇɴɪᴜs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ , ᴛʜᴇ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴs ʙʟɪssғᴜʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀs . ᅠᅠᅠᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍʏ 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 ʜᴏʟᴅs ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs . ᅠ ᅠ
ᅠᅠ𝒔ᴄɪᴇɴᴛɪsᴛ .ᅠ@scholarists.bsky.social · 2w agoThis might not be the best place, but for now it's the perfect spot, the perfect moment. Valeriy let himself be caught by Mitya, leaning over the table until the young man ended with his back against the cold surface of the table. He feared crushing him under his weight, but Mitya didn't seem »
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · 2w ago(Oh, he's being moved. A pleasant chill runs up his spine as that large hand presses firmly to his back, guiding him through the palace's double doors and away from the crowd. The same hand that's held him by the scruff of his neck, clamped down on his shoulder, grabbed his wrist or his arm, +
He followed after Mitya, his steps slow and heavy. But the moment he sat on the couch, he glanced at Mitya again. "... I..." He wanted to say something, but he's unsure about it. What he'd give to rest his head on the scientist's lap... a most improper thought, truly. He shouldn't bother him with »
Mitya | semi-hiatus@azumithal.bsky.social · last wk.Mm. Alright. (Mitya knows better than to overwhelm him further. The affections he wants to give can wait. Valeriy is overworked and tired, and Mitya is finally, finally cracking through the soldier's shell the Major wears so proudly. This is an important moment. Rewarding Valeriy for taking +
Oh to keep a lock of Mr. Mitya's hair as a keepsake....
