Fire Bird and the Gray Wolf
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roxyThis is the final bit of Fire Bird and the Gray Wolf. I had the very best time with these boys--it was a fun ride for me, and I hope ya'll had as much fun as I've had. It was strangely..uplifting... to write characters who had not a bit of remorse about the awful things they did. I scared myself a time or two, and that was fun too-who knew I was such a sicko?
The Previous Parts are here, sad to be leaving you, but they want you to know they'll never forget that time in Minsk--they particularly enjoyed the plunger.
Fire Bird
Sleep let go of Alexei reluctantly—but eventually it loosed its hold and he came back to Kirill and decisions that needed to be made.
He nibbled at the bread and fruit that Ivan had brought them and sipped at the tea he’d so thoughtfully prepared. Kirill watched him stalk about the room naked, nipping at an apple and completely, deeply in thought. It made him smile and he petted Ivan for being so clever as to bring Alexei food and to have gotten rid of the mess in the corner. He kissed Ivan’s cheek and stroked his arms, and bit gently at him, leaving little red tracks all over him. He sniffed at his skin and enjoyed his smell on Ivan’s skin and Ivan stretched under his caresses like a cat. He looked at Kirill through narrowed eyes, smiled and Kirill pushed his hardening cock against him, rubbed lazily against his belly. Ivan gasped and reached for Kirill, cupping his hand around the head and pressing it against him. Kirill kissed him and pushed him away, ignoring his sound of disappointment.
“Vanya, pet—look, Alexei needs to have the juice cleaned from his hands, help him.”
Ivan moved quickly to Alexei and knelt in front of him.
“Hmm?” Alexei acknowledged him distractedly, and let Ivan take his hand and started when his warm wet tongue laved his sticky fingers.
His attention was captured, he watched with increasing arousal as Ivan cleaned him with his tongue and his breath hitched in his throat--Ivan’s position on his knees excited him, his desire to serve him made his cock swell. He stroked it across Ivan’s lips and held Ivan’s head, wrapped his hand in his hair and pulled tightly on the golden strands as Ivan eagerly took his cock up into his mouth and worked him fervently until he came with a groan.
”Ah, Kirill,” he breathed, “Your little Vanya must come with us. He’s really very talented. And so eager to serve.” He gasped softly as Ivan swallowed his release.
Kirill was pleased. He wanted to keep Ivan. He needed someone to look after, like Alexei looked after him. He needed someone whose very breath depended on whether he would allow it. He was very proud of his pet. Alexei patted Ivan before gently moving him aside and stalked about the room again, muttering to himself while Ivan started a fire in the brightly painted ceramic stove. As soon as the flame was burning steadily, he ran back to the bed, he curled around Kirill for warmth, pushing nearly under him and Kirill thought if he could have purred, he would.
Alexei meanwhile shrugged on his gray wool coat and his bare feet padded back and forth over the floor—he shoved the rug away from the center of the room and walked the floor again, head tilted to the side, the picture of concentration and then--- a smile bloomed on his lips and his eyes narrowed in satisfaction. He dropped lightly to his knees and pulled his knife from his coat pocket, opened it and levered the blade between the false floorboards he’d found. They popped up to reveal a safe hidden beneath the wood. Alexei laughed quietly when he saw the safe was made of lead.
“What a fool. Though I suppose I should thank him for making our journey a little easier. Come love, open this for me.”
Kirill came to him and pulled the heavy box out of the floor with ease and broke the lock off with no more trouble than if it’d been made of straw instead of iron. He put the warm twist of metal in Alexei’s hand and they smiled at one another.
Alexei bent and rifled the contents of the box. There was money—so much more than Alexei had expected. “Good. We’ll travel in style.”
He saw that Boris had kept a journal—there were several in fact and as Alexei flipped through them, he saw that Boris had kept track of his supposed nephew’s development. A scientific bent, Alexei mused. Can’t fault him for that. In fact, it hurt Alexei—what he was about to do. He set the books to the side and pulled out papers that outlined everyone’s role in the assassination of Rasputin, in an envelope marked ‘In the event of my death’. He laughed. Boris’ problem was he thought everyone was stupid save himself. He shook his head.
The man was—had been, a self-centered idiot and a pig. But he did have points to recommend him. Alexei exhaled deeply, real regret colored his sigh as he drew his fingers down the tooled leather spines of the journals sadly, lingeringly—so much information about to be lost, but all to the best, it was safer to leave no sign of Kirill here, no hint, no record of the extraordinary being whose power Boris was too stupid to know how to wield.
One last caress, and he knelt at the stove and slowly began to feed the journal page by page into the fire, along with the rest of Boris’ papers. It was better this way, he told himself. This is the best way to protect my boy. He looked to the bed and smiled at Kirill, who watched him with a bright curiosity, and his heart warmed. This *was* the only decision., the right decision.
All through the long morning, as Kirill bathed and Ivan packed what few belongings Alexei allowed them, he weighed options, and finally he realized he’d known what to do in this situation long ago. They needed to be somewhere young and brave, somewhere where the bold individual was respected, a place full of fresh blood and fresh ideas.
Somewhere his little family could have a home of their own. Alexei smiled, content now that he knew where they were going.
******
The air was crisp—so sharp and cold it was nearly painful to breathe in. The snow held a wash of pink from the dying sun, and the forest beyond the property scratched it’s long black fingers black against the gold and rose sky. Kirill turned in a circle, watched the sun deepen from golden to scarlet and the shadows stretch longer and longer across the snow. It crunched and creaked beneath his feet as he turned in a wide circle and took in—the forest, the dacha, the yard, the stables, the cottages—all of his world for so long, and now he was leaving it truly for the last time. Boris Mikhailov Voronkov fed the crows and foxes in the forest and that was good. He’d done what he’d promised himself as a boy…and it was more gratifying then he could have ever imagined.
His Alexei stood next to him, impassive and distant, his mind on the future and utterly uninterested in the past. Kirill’s heart swelled and he reached out a hand to lay on his arm. Alexei smiled at him and patted him briefly—gone again into thought, and Kirill knew at this moment, Alexei was probably happier than he’d ever been in his life. Ivan, on the other hand-- he looked nervous, poor thing. The boy had never been further than the village his whole life and now his world was about to change forever. He smiled at Ivan. He was sure he’d find ways to keep Ivan’s mind occupied. He would insure that Vanya never missed this place—he would come to know his place was anywhere Kirill was, from boyhood to manhood Ivan had known him and now he’d always be his alone. He slid his finger into the thin leather collar Ivan wore tucked beneath the fabric collar of his embroidered shirt and drank in his barely audible moan. His own dear little Vanya, who bled so prettily and groaned so sweetly.
Alexei rolled the cigar he’d been smoking between his fingers, and looked at the glowing end. He frowned at the dacha and cut his eyes to Kirill.
“You can burn it?” he asked. Kirill nodded, and Ivan gasped—
“What about the people, all those who live here?”
Alexei nodded, looked down on the snow and Kirill watched his face, transfixed by the beauty of his eyes, hooded in thought, the beauty of his mouth as his lips bowed in a small smile, the graceful curve of his neck – so deeply was he moved by Alexei’s beauty that when he spoke his voice startled Kirill out of his reverie.
“What about the people, Ivan,” he said thoughtfully. “What about the people, indeed?“ He raised his head and looked out to the forest, now black, impenetrable and eerie against the purple evening sky.
“I suggest the people pray. With fervor.” he moved to take the reigns of the horses Ivan held for them and mounted his horse in one fluid movement. He held his hand out to Kirill, who moved into it and laid his head against the palm and waited as Alexei carded his fingers through his hair….
“Burn it, my infant, burn all of it.”
Kirill looked one more time at his childhood home and his laughter was as clear and bell-like as that of a delighted child as he transformed the dacha into an inferno, his eyes sent flames chewing and leaping from the peak of the roofs to wash the wooden walls with fire, he watched with joy as it become a torch—the horses burst screaming from the open doors of the stables as it too lit up the night sky, flames danced over everything everywhere and Alexei’s face was aglow with reflection from the fire and the fire he carried within himself.
Ivan and he mounted their horses also and Kirill spat in the direction of the roaring hell that was his uncle’s dacha They rode away from it, and screams tore the night sky and looking over his shoulder Kirill saw the servants dashing this way and that as it burned. Ivan kept his gaze trained straight ahead and never turned back once.
Alexei moved his gloved hand over Kirill's face. Kirill could feel the heat and strength in it, he enjoyed the play of muscle under the leather as it cupped his chin and Alexei stroked a thumb over his lip, he darted the tip of his tongue out to the leather and scented his hand, as always the smell of Alexei sent warmth blooming in his body, stiffing him and making him grateful and joyous to be claimed.
“We’re going to have amazing adventures, little one," Alexei whispered. “Are you sorry to leave here?”
Kirill laughed, “Oh, my god, no! How can I be sorry when my real life is about to begin?”
******
It was cold—not as cold as Siberia could be when one wore the bare minimum for survival, not as cold as it could be when one had not enough food to keep body and soul together—Alexei knew it would never be that cold again—but the wind was strong enough to yank and pull at their clothing, and splash their cheeks with red. Alexei’s hand wrapped around the rail was raw from the wind, but he had a good pair of lined leather gloves in his pocket, the cigar caught in his fingers was excellent, and they weren’t lined up cheek to scruffy jowl like the other immigrants—no, Mr. Alexis Rousseau had a suite of his own, his cousin and his brother had their own suite also and no one said a word if the bed seemed unused in that suite. It was a truism throughout the world; money speaks in a very loud voice and everyone listened.
Kirill—or as Alexei drummed into his head, Carel-- laughed into the wind, his white teeth bared in a mock growl. His hands carefully gripped the rail and he leaned back, his head tilted to the sun, drinking in its rays. Ivan was caged between his arms, leaning back against his broad warm chest and watching avidly as the statue slowly appeared on the horizon. The woman in the harbor might be a fearsome example of kitsch on a massive scale, Alexei thought, but it made Ivan’s eyes gleam and Kirill beamed himself and it was enough to make him content—for the moment.
Alexei looked over at his family, Kirill, his hair blown by the wind, his cheeks as red as his lips and he was laughing, laughing…Alexei warmed as his dream of Kirill and freedom became reality, little Vanya snuggled against him made the reality that much sweeter. Kirill bent forward and bit gently at Vanya’s chin and neck and Alexei smiled widely.
He pulled the wolf fur collar up of his coat about his neck, turned his face out to the open water and pulled deeply at his cigar, blew a thick plume of fragrant smoke into the sky. The New World, yes--a new life, a new beginning for all of them—a world to conquer—a world to rule.
Fin
12-27-04
The Previous Parts are here, sad to be leaving you, but they want you to know they'll never forget that time in Minsk--they particularly enjoyed the plunger.
Fire Bird
Sleep let go of Alexei reluctantly—but eventually it loosed its hold and he came back to Kirill and decisions that needed to be made.
He nibbled at the bread and fruit that Ivan had brought them and sipped at the tea he’d so thoughtfully prepared. Kirill watched him stalk about the room naked, nipping at an apple and completely, deeply in thought. It made him smile and he petted Ivan for being so clever as to bring Alexei food and to have gotten rid of the mess in the corner. He kissed Ivan’s cheek and stroked his arms, and bit gently at him, leaving little red tracks all over him. He sniffed at his skin and enjoyed his smell on Ivan’s skin and Ivan stretched under his caresses like a cat. He looked at Kirill through narrowed eyes, smiled and Kirill pushed his hardening cock against him, rubbed lazily against his belly. Ivan gasped and reached for Kirill, cupping his hand around the head and pressing it against him. Kirill kissed him and pushed him away, ignoring his sound of disappointment.
“Vanya, pet—look, Alexei needs to have the juice cleaned from his hands, help him.”
Ivan moved quickly to Alexei and knelt in front of him.
“Hmm?” Alexei acknowledged him distractedly, and let Ivan take his hand and started when his warm wet tongue laved his sticky fingers.
His attention was captured, he watched with increasing arousal as Ivan cleaned him with his tongue and his breath hitched in his throat--Ivan’s position on his knees excited him, his desire to serve him made his cock swell. He stroked it across Ivan’s lips and held Ivan’s head, wrapped his hand in his hair and pulled tightly on the golden strands as Ivan eagerly took his cock up into his mouth and worked him fervently until he came with a groan.
”Ah, Kirill,” he breathed, “Your little Vanya must come with us. He’s really very talented. And so eager to serve.” He gasped softly as Ivan swallowed his release.
Kirill was pleased. He wanted to keep Ivan. He needed someone to look after, like Alexei looked after him. He needed someone whose very breath depended on whether he would allow it. He was very proud of his pet. Alexei patted Ivan before gently moving him aside and stalked about the room again, muttering to himself while Ivan started a fire in the brightly painted ceramic stove. As soon as the flame was burning steadily, he ran back to the bed, he curled around Kirill for warmth, pushing nearly under him and Kirill thought if he could have purred, he would.
Alexei meanwhile shrugged on his gray wool coat and his bare feet padded back and forth over the floor—he shoved the rug away from the center of the room and walked the floor again, head tilted to the side, the picture of concentration and then--- a smile bloomed on his lips and his eyes narrowed in satisfaction. He dropped lightly to his knees and pulled his knife from his coat pocket, opened it and levered the blade between the false floorboards he’d found. They popped up to reveal a safe hidden beneath the wood. Alexei laughed quietly when he saw the safe was made of lead.
“What a fool. Though I suppose I should thank him for making our journey a little easier. Come love, open this for me.”
Kirill came to him and pulled the heavy box out of the floor with ease and broke the lock off with no more trouble than if it’d been made of straw instead of iron. He put the warm twist of metal in Alexei’s hand and they smiled at one another.
Alexei bent and rifled the contents of the box. There was money—so much more than Alexei had expected. “Good. We’ll travel in style.”
He saw that Boris had kept a journal—there were several in fact and as Alexei flipped through them, he saw that Boris had kept track of his supposed nephew’s development. A scientific bent, Alexei mused. Can’t fault him for that. In fact, it hurt Alexei—what he was about to do. He set the books to the side and pulled out papers that outlined everyone’s role in the assassination of Rasputin, in an envelope marked ‘In the event of my death’. He laughed. Boris’ problem was he thought everyone was stupid save himself. He shook his head.
The man was—had been, a self-centered idiot and a pig. But he did have points to recommend him. Alexei exhaled deeply, real regret colored his sigh as he drew his fingers down the tooled leather spines of the journals sadly, lingeringly—so much information about to be lost, but all to the best, it was safer to leave no sign of Kirill here, no hint, no record of the extraordinary being whose power Boris was too stupid to know how to wield.
One last caress, and he knelt at the stove and slowly began to feed the journal page by page into the fire, along with the rest of Boris’ papers. It was better this way, he told himself. This is the best way to protect my boy. He looked to the bed and smiled at Kirill, who watched him with a bright curiosity, and his heart warmed. This *was* the only decision., the right decision.
All through the long morning, as Kirill bathed and Ivan packed what few belongings Alexei allowed them, he weighed options, and finally he realized he’d known what to do in this situation long ago. They needed to be somewhere young and brave, somewhere where the bold individual was respected, a place full of fresh blood and fresh ideas.
Somewhere his little family could have a home of their own. Alexei smiled, content now that he knew where they were going.
******
The air was crisp—so sharp and cold it was nearly painful to breathe in. The snow held a wash of pink from the dying sun, and the forest beyond the property scratched it’s long black fingers black against the gold and rose sky. Kirill turned in a circle, watched the sun deepen from golden to scarlet and the shadows stretch longer and longer across the snow. It crunched and creaked beneath his feet as he turned in a wide circle and took in—the forest, the dacha, the yard, the stables, the cottages—all of his world for so long, and now he was leaving it truly for the last time. Boris Mikhailov Voronkov fed the crows and foxes in the forest and that was good. He’d done what he’d promised himself as a boy…and it was more gratifying then he could have ever imagined.
His Alexei stood next to him, impassive and distant, his mind on the future and utterly uninterested in the past. Kirill’s heart swelled and he reached out a hand to lay on his arm. Alexei smiled at him and patted him briefly—gone again into thought, and Kirill knew at this moment, Alexei was probably happier than he’d ever been in his life. Ivan, on the other hand-- he looked nervous, poor thing. The boy had never been further than the village his whole life and now his world was about to change forever. He smiled at Ivan. He was sure he’d find ways to keep Ivan’s mind occupied. He would insure that Vanya never missed this place—he would come to know his place was anywhere Kirill was, from boyhood to manhood Ivan had known him and now he’d always be his alone. He slid his finger into the thin leather collar Ivan wore tucked beneath the fabric collar of his embroidered shirt and drank in his barely audible moan. His own dear little Vanya, who bled so prettily and groaned so sweetly.
Alexei rolled the cigar he’d been smoking between his fingers, and looked at the glowing end. He frowned at the dacha and cut his eyes to Kirill.
“You can burn it?” he asked. Kirill nodded, and Ivan gasped—
“What about the people, all those who live here?”
Alexei nodded, looked down on the snow and Kirill watched his face, transfixed by the beauty of his eyes, hooded in thought, the beauty of his mouth as his lips bowed in a small smile, the graceful curve of his neck – so deeply was he moved by Alexei’s beauty that when he spoke his voice startled Kirill out of his reverie.
“What about the people, Ivan,” he said thoughtfully. “What about the people, indeed?“ He raised his head and looked out to the forest, now black, impenetrable and eerie against the purple evening sky.
“I suggest the people pray. With fervor.” he moved to take the reigns of the horses Ivan held for them and mounted his horse in one fluid movement. He held his hand out to Kirill, who moved into it and laid his head against the palm and waited as Alexei carded his fingers through his hair….
“Burn it, my infant, burn all of it.”
Kirill looked one more time at his childhood home and his laughter was as clear and bell-like as that of a delighted child as he transformed the dacha into an inferno, his eyes sent flames chewing and leaping from the peak of the roofs to wash the wooden walls with fire, he watched with joy as it become a torch—the horses burst screaming from the open doors of the stables as it too lit up the night sky, flames danced over everything everywhere and Alexei’s face was aglow with reflection from the fire and the fire he carried within himself.
Ivan and he mounted their horses also and Kirill spat in the direction of the roaring hell that was his uncle’s dacha They rode away from it, and screams tore the night sky and looking over his shoulder Kirill saw the servants dashing this way and that as it burned. Ivan kept his gaze trained straight ahead and never turned back once.
Alexei moved his gloved hand over Kirill's face. Kirill could feel the heat and strength in it, he enjoyed the play of muscle under the leather as it cupped his chin and Alexei stroked a thumb over his lip, he darted the tip of his tongue out to the leather and scented his hand, as always the smell of Alexei sent warmth blooming in his body, stiffing him and making him grateful and joyous to be claimed.
“We’re going to have amazing adventures, little one," Alexei whispered. “Are you sorry to leave here?”
Kirill laughed, “Oh, my god, no! How can I be sorry when my real life is about to begin?”
******
It was cold—not as cold as Siberia could be when one wore the bare minimum for survival, not as cold as it could be when one had not enough food to keep body and soul together—Alexei knew it would never be that cold again—but the wind was strong enough to yank and pull at their clothing, and splash their cheeks with red. Alexei’s hand wrapped around the rail was raw from the wind, but he had a good pair of lined leather gloves in his pocket, the cigar caught in his fingers was excellent, and they weren’t lined up cheek to scruffy jowl like the other immigrants—no, Mr. Alexis Rousseau had a suite of his own, his cousin and his brother had their own suite also and no one said a word if the bed seemed unused in that suite. It was a truism throughout the world; money speaks in a very loud voice and everyone listened.
Kirill—or as Alexei drummed into his head, Carel-- laughed into the wind, his white teeth bared in a mock growl. His hands carefully gripped the rail and he leaned back, his head tilted to the sun, drinking in its rays. Ivan was caged between his arms, leaning back against his broad warm chest and watching avidly as the statue slowly appeared on the horizon. The woman in the harbor might be a fearsome example of kitsch on a massive scale, Alexei thought, but it made Ivan’s eyes gleam and Kirill beamed himself and it was enough to make him content—for the moment.
Alexei looked over at his family, Kirill, his hair blown by the wind, his cheeks as red as his lips and he was laughing, laughing…Alexei warmed as his dream of Kirill and freedom became reality, little Vanya snuggled against him made the reality that much sweeter. Kirill bent forward and bit gently at Vanya’s chin and neck and Alexei smiled widely.
He pulled the wolf fur collar up of his coat about his neck, turned his face out to the open water and pulled deeply at his cigar, blew a thick plume of fragrant smoke into the sky. The New World, yes--a new life, a new beginning for all of them—a world to conquer—a world to rule.
Fin
12-27-04
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12/27/04 02:31 pm (UTC)This was beautiful, brilliant, and a kind of nice, in a murdering arsony way, feel good ending. Makes me wonder, who are these guys, in America? :)
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12/27/04 06:27 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for all your encouragement and your inspiring comments-- I really think without you it wouldn't have flown! *hugskiss*
Yay!
12/27/04 03:15 pm (UTC)This fic was gorgeously written, and so gorgeously dark and twisted.
I love this ending, and I'm glad they're keeping Ivan, since I grew quite fond of him.
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12/27/04 06:25 pm (UTC)You made me so happy that the end pleased you, I had a difficult time with it. And poor little Ivan, Icouldn't leave him there! *G*
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12/27/04 04:56 pm (UTC)Have you ever had your cell phone in your pocket and have it ring on vibrate? Now that's nice. I'm sure much nicer than a Plunger!
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12/27/04 06:21 pm (UTC)I'm so glad the ending worked--tears of blood, I'm telling you! And don't worry, I'm sure we'll visit the boys from time to time! *wink*
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12/27/04 05:42 pm (UTC)Oh, lovely, lovely stuff!
Just so pretty and twisty and WRONG and nice.
Perfect end to this wild, dark story!
*where ya been, Ms. Thang? I been missing you!!*
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12/27/04 06:19 pm (UTC)I know-- I haven't been here much, I miss you too! We'll catch up, I love what you're doing lately! How do you do it? *goggles*
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12/27/04 06:39 pm (UTC)I'm just obsessed!!
*smooooooch*
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12/27/04 06:33 pm (UTC)And if you ever want to put up, say, a random NC-17 threesome fic with the boys, I'll always be up for another visit with them!
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12/29/04 11:34 am (UTC)Thank you for this AU, the stable boy (lovethe name, love it so, it is one of my fave Slavic names for a man in the RL).
It was great reading and cheering for more. *G*
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12/29/04 01:05 pm (UTC)Hmm, what have we here, let see dark chocolate and macadamia cookies, hazelnut cookies, chop chic cookies, green tea cookies, and ohhh peanut cookies. ^___________^
This story has been a fantastic trip and wow, the ending, so much better than anything, not that I had any expectations, but if I had, well yours is just that much better.
Must resist the urge to smother you with love.
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12/30/04 01:40 am (UTC)Yay!!! *hugs!!*
12/29/04 04:41 pm (UTC)I love the burning the village to the ground part - I was just thinking that Kirill really needed to severe his old life like that. And that he will never leave or enter lives peacefully.
Love this story, but have to confess that as much as I enjoy the little family Alexei found, I feel bad for poor little Ivan. What will happen to him as he grows older? Will Alexei and Kirill find a 35 year old pet as lovely as a young one? I also feel bad for him because he is really the peripheral third wheel in the little group. I wonder if he feels outside of things or if that doesn't enter his world view.
Heh. I think the fact that I can speculate endlessly on what will be happening to them is the finest form of tribute to your writing skills - you've made the characters so well-rounded and intriguing that I don't want to let them go. *G* Wonderful!!
ps. you should absolutely continue to write Alexei as you are inspired to do so!
pps.
12/29/04 06:29 pm (UTC)So! Good!!
I'm so glad your twisted Roxy!Brain thought it up!
*G*
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3/4/05 06:33 pm (UTC)Did you see this cool icon*points* that
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3/4/05 06:47 pm (UTC)Background stories, eh? But then there would be no Ivan *pouts*. Can't I borrow him? He would be perfect sitting on my floor so I can pat him on his head and he can call me master *grins*. No, seriously I think it sounds interesting. I might check it out after I've read some more Summer Story...
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4/7/05 02:11 am (UTC)You killed me and revived me in the past two days....much like our Kirill...(two days only???)
Absolutely loved it, darling. Will read the most recent Alexei now, and know that you have my admiration!!
Thank you!!
*bigkiss*
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