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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 27, 2005 3:49:37 GMT -5
"Good to see you're back, Mischa. I was starting to worry." Bassarov is angry, but he does the best he can to hide this. He helps himself to some tea.
"I was in my room reading. But I thought I heard you come back. Did you have a fun time?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 27, 2005 3:53:17 GMT -5
"f**king wonderful. As long as people like Julia exist in this world, I will never understand the pacifist mindset..." I say, pouring myself some tea.
"Unless I had an endless supply of chamomile. Do you want some tea?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 27, 2005 3:55:18 GMT -5
Bassarov raises his brow and serves his own tea.
"What exactly happened? What's going on between you two? Obviously I am not one to talk....but I do find it a little upsetting.." Bassarov says in a calm voice.
He is upset over Erika as well.
"We aren't so different, now are we?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 27, 2005 3:59:24 GMT -5
Being a little pissed about the situation, I don't really understand Valodya's feelings on the situation.
"No, you're not." I say, in response to his 'I'm not one to talk' comment. "And nothing is going on between us. She wanted something to, and held Mitya over my head for it. She found out about the castration, and shoved me out after insulting my masculinity. It's not so much that she insulted me, it's that she f**king read my mind and knows, exactly what happened to me." I say, feeling my rage begin to boil over again.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 27, 2005 4:03:35 GMT -5
Bassarov's expression becomes blank. He would frown, but he prefers to be less expressive with some emotions.
"I'm sorry. I am glad you are back here and safe. Erika was here earlier but was forced to leave. Red Infinity has transferred her. Red Infinity is getting on everyone's nerves."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 27, 2005 4:07:44 GMT -5
I pour myself some tea.
"d**nit, I always miss her..." I say, taking a sip of my unusually hot tea. The tea burns the roof of my mouth, and I wince, and get even more upset than I already am. I take a deep breath, and let it wash away.
"...It seems as though everything is getting on my nerves right now... I'm sorry, I'll try to settle down. Did she say anything before she had to leave?" I ask, in regards to Erika, trying to change the subject from Julia.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 27, 2005 4:08:53 GMT -5
"No, she didn't." Bassarov lies. "She had to leave so quickly that she hardly had time. I tried to comfort her, but there was really nothing I could do."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 27, 2005 4:21:04 GMT -5
"Ah, that's too bad... But it's alright I guess."
My thoughts turn back to Julia.
"I can't let her get to me..." I say almost to myself. "Remind me to never leave the house without my .45."
I shake my head.
"I love you Vossya... Give me a hug..." I say, walking towards him, my arms out and a look of a kicked puppy on my face.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 27, 2005 4:24:02 GMT -5
Bassarov sheds his secret jealousy and gives him a hug. He kisses him on the cheek.
"I love you too. I couldn't live without you. Who could relate to me? Who would know me like you know me?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 27, 2005 4:33:39 GMT -5
I rest my head between his cheek and shoulder, close my eyes, and sigh contently.
"It's true... And who else would put up with your relentless cheating?" I kiss him on the lips.
"Oh I kid... I love you even if you are a player. My love is unconditional like that."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 27, 2005 4:41:27 GMT -5
Bassarov sighs as well. He closes his eyes and feels like he isn't there. Not in a bad way, that he feels distant or cold. He feel...relieved of the world and all of the worries that come with it. He puts his hand on Mischa's back and runs in down his spine.
"It is the oddest thing. The time we have been together...it seems a continuum. It has no beginning or end. Time with you does not exist as it exists with other things. When we are apart time becomes long and harsh desert."
Bassarov looks at the time and sees that it is late.
"That is how it is when people are meant to be together. Their time together becomes its own reality with its own sense of time...and there is no arbitrary division which can mark those indeffineable moments...no minutes, hours, days...it is...something whole."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 27, 2005 4:48:38 GMT -5
I smile, and kiss him on the cheek.
"This is true... If there ever was a reason to believe in a god, it would be that you exist. It doesn't even feel real when I'm with you, it just... Is, and always has been, and always will be." I say, smiling sentimentally.
I wrap my arms around him again, and brush my cheek against his neck.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 27, 2005 4:53:06 GMT -5
"I'm feeling tired. Let's go to sleep. I hope you don't mind if I just sleep with you. It's just been so long since I have been close to you. I get cold at night all alone in my room." Bassarov replies.
He feels sentimental as well.
"It was around this time of year when we first met each other. It was February, the month of my birthday. You had a girlfriend at the time..." Bassarov says as they walk to the room.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 27, 2005 4:55:51 GMT -5
I smile, leading him into my room, a warm fuzzy feeling building up inside of me.
"I get cold too. And yes, I remember my girlfriend. I have no idea how the hell I stayed with her for so long... I was the princess that you rescued, and she was Queen Koopa."
I lay down in the bed, and pull him in beside me.
"I love you, my Mario."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 27, 2005 5:00:50 GMT -5
"The princess? Oh, don't think of yourself that way. You are more like...Luigi. There is something to be said about two men in matching overalls who go on magical yet dangerous adventures with one another. But that's all nonsense." Bassarov says, dismissing Mischa's nintendo references.
"I thought I had something profound to say about how I feel for you, but your corniness flubbed me up..."
Bassarov starts to unbutton his shirt.
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