of course, the ring is just as ugly as it was on the picture. in the other hand, it's also strangely endearing — fyodor finds himself not minding it as much, and certainly not as much as he would mind wearing that fuckass clown one... but regardless. nikolai's heart thrums against his ribcage, pulse so rabbit-quick fyodor can feel it through his hand; he's clearly nervous, flushed and all excited, and it's a bit difficult to focus, with how cute he looks.
he takes this so seriously... if fyodor had a heart, he'd certainly feel bad about deciding to do this on a simple whim. )
I always thought there should be a healthy dose of murderous intent in every marriage, really. ( that's all he has to say about this. being nikolai's prison — that's all he cares about, in the end. ) Of course, Kolya. Let's be together forever.
( so like, however long it takes either of them to die. )
ugh he's so happy!!!! he was half convinced fyodor would say no, because it sounds like something he would do, but when he agrees he can't help but chuckle, nervous and excited, taking his hand to put the ugly ass ring on his finger. ]
Ta-dah!! As I thought, it fits you perfectly!
[ he stands up, tugging him along by the arm before he can protest, twirling him then dipping him!!! if you thought he was annoying before you have seen Nothing yet. ]
Shall we steal a white car and ride into the sunset together now?
( the ring does fit his brittle, skeletal finger — perfectly, in fact, which makes him wonder whether gogol had checked for his actual size before —
the answer is probably yes. but, anyway. )
Ah — ( in a moment, he's sweeped up and dipped in a dramatic show of affection. if the people around are staring at them now, they're very much validated in it — but fyodor doesn't seem to mind, fixing the hat atop his head (which had begun to slide off) and humming. )
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of course, the ring is just as ugly as it was on the picture. in the other hand, it's also strangely endearing — fyodor finds himself not minding it as much, and certainly not as much as he would mind wearing that fuckass clown one... but regardless. nikolai's heart thrums against his ribcage, pulse so rabbit-quick fyodor can feel it through his hand; he's clearly nervous, flushed and all excited, and it's a bit difficult to focus, with how cute he looks.
he takes this so seriously... if fyodor had a heart, he'd certainly feel bad about deciding to do this on a simple whim. )
I always thought there should be a healthy dose of murderous intent in every marriage, really. ( that's all he has to say about this. being nikolai's prison — that's all he cares about, in the end. ) Of course, Kolya. Let's be together forever.
( so like, however long it takes either of them to die. )
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ugh he's so happy!!!! he was half convinced fyodor would say no, because it sounds like something he would do, but when he agrees he can't help but chuckle, nervous and excited, taking his hand to put the ugly ass ring on his finger. ]
Ta-dah!! As I thought, it fits you perfectly!
[ he stands up, tugging him along by the arm before he can protest, twirling him then dipping him!!! if you thought he was annoying before you have seen Nothing yet. ]
Shall we steal a white car and ride into the sunset together now?
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the answer is probably yes. but, anyway. )
Ah — ( in a moment, he's sweeped up and dipped in a dramatic show of affection. if the people around are staring at them now, they're very much validated in it — but fyodor doesn't seem to mind, fixing the hat atop his head (which had begun to slide off) and humming. )
I want an actual carriage, Kolya. Horses and all.
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Then, we should go find one!
[ since fyodor leaves him no choice, he's going to actually sweep him off his feet and bridal carry him in his arms. ]
It shouldn't be too hard, and in the meantime, I'll carry you just like this!
[ ready to parade him around the city. ]
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I see. Kolya's my noble steed, for the time being. ( nods. ) Don't rock me too much, though. I might get queasy.
( he's sickly and weak :( )