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roxySo! Here we are! This is the part where I whine about the stories and ya'll are kind enough to listen.(or willing to pay the toll) What's this, every two posts or so? Any way,Smallville Babies-- here's a unique (or maybe not) problem-- I have a part of the story that just absolutely wants to get told right effing now but it's not time yet! Grrr.The next part is right here(points at front of brain) but it's a little stuck while Clark and Lex figure out what they want to say ,if anything, to each other. I did point at the club and Clark knows what that means.*smiles fondly at him* I need one whole day with no distractions (HA!)to get this puppy out.
As for RussiaBizzaroClex-- erf. I'm nervous at the interest.I feel like I'm standing on the corner and suddenly realizing my skirt's caught in my underwear.Heh.
Anyhoo- let us proceed.
Previous Parts of this story are here, dancing the korobushka
Evening came, and a knock on his car door brought him upright on the couch where he’d dozed off again.
“You are wanted in the dining car, sir,” spoke a young man in staff uniform.
Kirill rose quickly, pulled himself together. He was surprised the summons, the request, was for the dining car. He expected it to be for Alexei’s car.
When he entered the dining car, it seemed the entire company was there, and he was confused for the moment.
He eased his way in and looked warily about. What he’d thought was the entire group was actually just the Prince, the Archduke, Alexei and a few other officers and everyone looked quite theatrically serious. Was this some further game of his Uncle’s, reaching across the miles to crush him? Kirill prepared himself for whatever was to come next.
“Sit,” the Prince said not unkindly and gestured at a chair near him.
Kirill sat on the red velvet upholstered chair. His eyes traveled over the dining car. It was even more magnificent than Boris’ dining room, far more. The walls were covered with mahogany paneling, burgundy velvet curtains were pulled back from the windows and sheer white panels covered the glass, softening what light remained. Brass sconces glowed on the wall between each set of windows and miniature crystal bedecked chandeliers hugged the bowed ceilings. The chairs the men sat in where as elaborately carved as the ones that graced the long table in Uncle’s dining room, and the tables were covered with linens as icy white as snow and it all smelled of newness, raw wood and varnish, and the dye of the fabrics.
The men were sprawled in the chairs, comfortable as if they were in their own apartments and all of them elegantly dressed in eveningwear instead of the usual uniforms, save Alexei. He wore a dress tunic and boots that covered his calves, and shone in the glow of gaslights.
Kirill had expected electric lights and childishly felt disappointed until he saw, really saw, Alexei.
The golden light made Alexei look like some ancient god carved from ivory, made his eyes look dark and exotic, made his lips red and wet, needing to be filled with offering: blood, wine; whatever the god demanded of him…
Kirill came back to himself with a jerk—he realized his hand was stroking over and over the plush velvet cushion under him. He’d allowed himself to be completely mesmerized by the officer. Kirill felt a tiny worm of fear sliding up his spine.
This man had too much power over him.
His attention returned to the Prince when he waved his hand in his direction.
“We asked your uncle for his help and he so generously allowed you to accompany us.” He stopped to sip from the crystal flute in front of him, his eyes sparkling at him over the rim. “He says that you have... strengths that will suit our endeavor well. To that end, he granted Alexei guardianship. You’re not used to the pace of life out of the country. Alexei will keep you best interests in mind. He’ll take care of you like your Uncle would have were he here.”
Kirill kept his face impassive but his mind boiled and tumbled, questions chasing trough his head. Did he know, was he mocking him or did Uncle hide it from the Prince? What did the man know?
He examined Felix as he sipped at his wine and Dmitri, who watched the Prince drink, and relaxed. He decided that if the need arose, Felix or Dmitri would be simple to control. If you had one, you had the other. Fools, so easily leaving them selves open to weakness.
“Our country is in crisis.” Felix continued.” Our beloved cousins do not seem to understand that a peasant seeks to rule Russia. With kind words and the pretext of helping Alexi,poor little one who suffers so from a very cruel disease, this...this man--this monster insinuates himself deeper and deeper into the bosom of Mother Russia. If my cousins cannot see this, if we cannot open their eyes, then this cancer must be excised by loyal, faithful hands. This monster must be destroyed—for the good of all.”
Dmitri looked down at his hands and smiled, a faint sneer that washed over his features but when he turned his face to Felix, all that showed there was an avidness and a heat that made Kirill feel warm also.
“Your Uncle and I arranged matters between us to our mutual satisfaction, what Alexei and your Uncle arranged will be explained by him,” the prince turned to Alexei when he shifted in his seat and reached in his tunic. Dmitri’s eyes snapped his way.
“Yes, my friend, you wish to speak?” Felix asked and Dmitri leaned against him, scowling a little until Felix reached up to stroke his fingers through Dmitri’s hair. His eyes narrowed and he smiled thinly at Alexei. He reached over to let his hand rest on the inside of Felix’s thigh.
Alexei chuckled and rolled his unlit cigar through his fingers before tucking it back into an inside pocket. He straightened his tunic and smiled slowly at Kirill, who filled with frustration and anger at being alternately toyed with and ignored by him.
“You can come to my car after dinner, we’ll…talk.”
Dmitri smiled at Kirill, a sharp smile that went nowhere near his eyes.
There was a clatter of porcelain and silver as the meal was brought in, and uniformed staff set up the dinner and adjusted the gas jets till the interior of the car glowed like a jewel. All this luxury was a little overwhelming for Kirill; he fought to keep it from his face. He distracted himself with imaging a gruesome death for each grinning jackal of them; it made him smile around his spoon as he sipped up a thin and flavorless concoction masquerading as soup.
Ow. TBC.
As for RussiaBizzaroClex-- erf. I'm nervous at the interest.I feel like I'm standing on the corner and suddenly realizing my skirt's caught in my underwear.Heh.
Anyhoo- let us proceed.
Previous Parts of this story are here, dancing the korobushka
Evening came, and a knock on his car door brought him upright on the couch where he’d dozed off again.
“You are wanted in the dining car, sir,” spoke a young man in staff uniform.
Kirill rose quickly, pulled himself together. He was surprised the summons, the request, was for the dining car. He expected it to be for Alexei’s car.
When he entered the dining car, it seemed the entire company was there, and he was confused for the moment.
He eased his way in and looked warily about. What he’d thought was the entire group was actually just the Prince, the Archduke, Alexei and a few other officers and everyone looked quite theatrically serious. Was this some further game of his Uncle’s, reaching across the miles to crush him? Kirill prepared himself for whatever was to come next.
“Sit,” the Prince said not unkindly and gestured at a chair near him.
Kirill sat on the red velvet upholstered chair. His eyes traveled over the dining car. It was even more magnificent than Boris’ dining room, far more. The walls were covered with mahogany paneling, burgundy velvet curtains were pulled back from the windows and sheer white panels covered the glass, softening what light remained. Brass sconces glowed on the wall between each set of windows and miniature crystal bedecked chandeliers hugged the bowed ceilings. The chairs the men sat in where as elaborately carved as the ones that graced the long table in Uncle’s dining room, and the tables were covered with linens as icy white as snow and it all smelled of newness, raw wood and varnish, and the dye of the fabrics.
The men were sprawled in the chairs, comfortable as if they were in their own apartments and all of them elegantly dressed in eveningwear instead of the usual uniforms, save Alexei. He wore a dress tunic and boots that covered his calves, and shone in the glow of gaslights.
Kirill had expected electric lights and childishly felt disappointed until he saw, really saw, Alexei.
The golden light made Alexei look like some ancient god carved from ivory, made his eyes look dark and exotic, made his lips red and wet, needing to be filled with offering: blood, wine; whatever the god demanded of him…
Kirill came back to himself with a jerk—he realized his hand was stroking over and over the plush velvet cushion under him. He’d allowed himself to be completely mesmerized by the officer. Kirill felt a tiny worm of fear sliding up his spine.
This man had too much power over him.
His attention returned to the Prince when he waved his hand in his direction.
“We asked your uncle for his help and he so generously allowed you to accompany us.” He stopped to sip from the crystal flute in front of him, his eyes sparkling at him over the rim. “He says that you have... strengths that will suit our endeavor well. To that end, he granted Alexei guardianship. You’re not used to the pace of life out of the country. Alexei will keep you best interests in mind. He’ll take care of you like your Uncle would have were he here.”
Kirill kept his face impassive but his mind boiled and tumbled, questions chasing trough his head. Did he know, was he mocking him or did Uncle hide it from the Prince? What did the man know?
He examined Felix as he sipped at his wine and Dmitri, who watched the Prince drink, and relaxed. He decided that if the need arose, Felix or Dmitri would be simple to control. If you had one, you had the other. Fools, so easily leaving them selves open to weakness.
“Our country is in crisis.” Felix continued.” Our beloved cousins do not seem to understand that a peasant seeks to rule Russia. With kind words and the pretext of helping Alexi,poor little one who suffers so from a very cruel disease, this...this man--this monster insinuates himself deeper and deeper into the bosom of Mother Russia. If my cousins cannot see this, if we cannot open their eyes, then this cancer must be excised by loyal, faithful hands. This monster must be destroyed—for the good of all.”
Dmitri looked down at his hands and smiled, a faint sneer that washed over his features but when he turned his face to Felix, all that showed there was an avidness and a heat that made Kirill feel warm also.
“Your Uncle and I arranged matters between us to our mutual satisfaction, what Alexei and your Uncle arranged will be explained by him,” the prince turned to Alexei when he shifted in his seat and reached in his tunic. Dmitri’s eyes snapped his way.
“Yes, my friend, you wish to speak?” Felix asked and Dmitri leaned against him, scowling a little until Felix reached up to stroke his fingers through Dmitri’s hair. His eyes narrowed and he smiled thinly at Alexei. He reached over to let his hand rest on the inside of Felix’s thigh.
Alexei chuckled and rolled his unlit cigar through his fingers before tucking it back into an inside pocket. He straightened his tunic and smiled slowly at Kirill, who filled with frustration and anger at being alternately toyed with and ignored by him.
“You can come to my car after dinner, we’ll…talk.”
Dmitri smiled at Kirill, a sharp smile that went nowhere near his eyes.
There was a clatter of porcelain and silver as the meal was brought in, and uniformed staff set up the dinner and adjusted the gas jets till the interior of the car glowed like a jewel. All this luxury was a little overwhelming for Kirill; he fought to keep it from his face. He distracted himself with imaging a gruesome death for each grinning jackal of them; it made him smile around his spoon as he sipped up a thin and flavorless concoction masquerading as soup.
Ow. TBC.
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11/11/04 04:12 pm (UTC)I so love the twistedness of this fic!!
Yes yes!!
And yes, i've had that out of order urge to write. I don't give in - if i do, it sometimes kills the fic dead.
Good luck, Ms. Thang!! Tell Clark to behave!
:)
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11/11/04 11:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/12/04 12:18 am (UTC)I still can send Spike over...
:)
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11/11/04 04:18 pm (UTC)Hey, I've experienced that. Metaphorically and literally.
Wonderfully twisted part, as always. *smooch*
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11/11/04 05:54 pm (UTC)http://www.alexanderpalace.org/palace/Felix.html
http://www.alexanderpalace.org/palace/Dmitri.html
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11/12/04 02:39 am (UTC)I didn't realize this story was based on real characters. Very cool stuff roxy. Enjoying it muchly.
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11/11/04 06:09 pm (UTC)Guh! so beautiful, gorgeous visuals!
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11/12/04 05:00 pm (UTC)Yay!! Firebird & the Gray Wolf!!
11/12/04 04:08 pm (UTC)What a great description - both beautiful and terrible! I can see why Kirill is attracted to him. I love the tension you are feeding into Kirill's feelings of superiority and these little glimpses into his submissive fantasies!! Gughguhgguh!!
And I'm still trying to figure out what is going on with Dmitri and Felix and Alexei - the tension there is palpable! Or is it anticipation for their plans for later in the evening in Alexei's car?
OooH! Can't wait for more!! *hugs!*
Re: Yay!! Firebird & the Gray Wolf!!
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11/12/04 07:06 pm (UTC)Good luck wtih your muses. *G*
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11/12/04 07:34 pm (UTC)WE LOVE everything dirty ;-)!!!
If you're not sure you can send it for a pre reading (I'd be glad to help), but I'm sure it's great.
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12/21/04 05:07 pm (UTC)you know, you write a lot, I don't feel like I'm reading a whole novel... no, not at all... :D It's great actually. I just wonder how you got time to write all this, since I barley got time to write anything... hm...
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12/21/04 05:24 pm (UTC)I'm kidding! (sort of) *GG*
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12/22/04 09:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
4/6/05 04:39 pm (UTC)If all you had written at all was this one sentence, it would still have been a masterpiece.
*bows to you*
YOU, love, make me very happy!
:D