Alexei part 3
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roxyThank you so much for making me feel wonderful! Boy, the Interweb is a great place! Instant hugs! I feel pretty and witty and…well, witty! Can I give you the next part of Alexei’s story as repayment? It's extra long, and extra twisty!
I’d send you the children but they’re hard to cram in a box and they’re kind of noisy….and don’t anyone tell BG about the whining—you know how she gets. She's still 100% sure ya'll are gonna kidnap me or something. (i'm sure!)
The previous parts are here, hip dip in the Ronco Amazing Vat-o-Lube…just...don’t look…trust me, it’s better that way.
Rated 4 for sexual situations and violence, (maybe edging towards a 5)
The Edge Of The Forest
The next morning found Alexei sore, raw, and still tired, his eyes were gummy and his stomach still felt bloated from the food he’d wolfed down the night before. He was alone, which he expected, Filip had left not long after making him come for a third time. The room was quiet and dim, and soothing because of it. Alexei stood and waited for his head to stop swimming and padded around the room barefoot, deeply enjoying the feel of soft wool carpeting beneath his feet and looking for someplace to throw the stained nightshirt he still wore.
On the desk in the room a piece of paper rested, folded so that it sat on the desktop like a tent. He picked it up and his heart sunk. He read his name on the outside of the paper and that was as much as he was able to do. He couldn’t really read--he couldn’t write. Those skills had no weight in his world. He snorted. He’d never had anyone ask him to read to them until they came.
He unfolded the thick piece of paper and looked at the elegant cursive scrawl within and it was like looking at a drawing of a forest or a thicket—the lines made no more sense to him than the branches of trees or tangled black vines. He threw the note on the table and threw himself on the bed. He yanked the nightshirt over his head and balled it up, threw it on the floor and then---sat. Wrapped a sheet around himself and sat…
He was dozing, sinking in and out of awareness, his stomach was rumbling with hunger now, and he was a little thirsty—he’d drunk the last of the water that’d been in a carafe next to his bed. He was a little chilly even with the blankets wrapped around him. The fire in the room was long since dead, and he’d found no means to re-light it, the radiator was stone cold and he had no idea what to do about that. He sighed. Eventually Filip would return and whatever he’d wanted from him wouldn’t be done—no doubt he’d be angry, probably beat him….
He was probably going to be angry that he couldn’t read. He turned on his side, wrapping and unwrapping the sheet around his hand, wondering why he’d leave him a note…a man like that—he knew Alexei was uneducated. He surely knew, so what was the point in doing so? Was it a humiliation? A test?
He sat up straight. He was probably supposed to do something, react in some way. All right then. It was time to react.
He jumped out of the bed and walked to the closet. Enough behaving like a puking little baby--He was Alexei, he might be a bastard but he was still...fuck that man, he knew how to take care of himself, he’d always had. Time to pull himself together.
The clothes he pulled from the closet were so fine it was a pleasure to touch them. He dressed quickly and then crouched to lace up the boots he’d found on the floor of the wardrobe. A little big but still comfortable with the two pair of socks he was wearing, he thought. He rose and looked around the room, looked towards the door. He needed something to help him on his way, something small enough to go in the pocket, valuable enough to pawn—a knock on the door shook him out of his thoughts and a voice called out, “Master Alexei, can I come in?”
The door rattled briefly as Mischa knocked again and then entered. He stopped and looked confused…”Where are you going, Master?”
“Out. Home. Away from here.” Alexei barely glanced at the older boy as he stuffed his pockets with trinkets he could easily carry and sell.
Mischa spotted the note on the desk and read it. “This says that you’re supposed to ask me--Master…Alexei, forgive me…can you read?”
He backed up to the door at the snarl Alexei tossed his way; he kept cramming items into his pockets and simply shook his head sharply no. Mischa held the note, carefully edging up to Alexei. “This—this says that you’re to find me, that I’m to see you’re fed and…and to take care of anything you need…’ Mischa gulped. In essence, Master Filip had declared Mischa Alexei’s vassal. Alexei saw the look on Mishca’s face and smiled.
“Feed me then, I’ve already dressed myself,” he grinned. And emptied his pockets. He followed Mischa to the kitchen. This might be fun, he thought.
******
In the kitchen Nadya sat talking and drinking tea with the cook, and a couple of house servants, who all went dead silent at Alexei’s approach. The y looked at him openly, frankly appraising him, and Alexei examined them in return. He hadn’t yet learned that he was to distance himself from the servants—at this point he thought they were equals. The servants in turn, sensing that Alexei had no real place there yet, thought he was a whore and beneath them.
And Mischa? Mischa was already lost. Mischa was netted, tied, trapped by gray eyes and a smile.
Mischa fed him and watched him, kept himself between Alexei and the staff and Alexei watched him do it all. Alexei observed the actions of the other people around him, and by the time they’d left the kitchen, he knew something about what made each and everyone of them tick. He gathered information to be filed away for future need, did it almost by instinct.
He then turned all of his attention on Mischa. The older boy was besotted with him. He knew in the first few minutes of meeting him that he could make Mischa bark like a dog if he chose to, and he would. He certainly would.
They were on their way back to Alexei’s room when he turned to Mischa and asked, “Can you read and do numbers?” At Mishca’s affirmative answer he asked, “Did you go to school?”
Mischa nodded. “All employees of Master Filip are expected to be able to read and have at least some schooling. He’s a very progressive man, Master is. Very wise, very…” He hesitated, his words stumbling to a halt before continuing. “You know, he’s been to America.” Mischa gave Alexei this information as though it explained everything.
Alexei stared at him.
“Do you know what America is?” Mischa asked.
Alexei grabbed his wrist and ground the bones together hard as he could, pulled Mischa down to his height. He whispered in his ear, letting his lips touch the shell of his ear, feeling a shudder sweep through him. “No more questions. You will teach me how to read. You will teach me numbers. “ He pressed Mischa against the wall. “And maybe I can teach you things…”
He felt a stab of arousal when Mischa whimpered but didn’t try to pull away. Good. Now it was time for some tests of his own.
******
When Filip came home that evening he beat Alexei, but not for his inability to read, he beat him because he’d fucked Mischa in his bed and left him tied to the posts there. It irritated him and was disrespectful. He was annoyed also that he’d used his dress uniform braid to do so.
“So little wolf, you think you can piss on my leg and get away with it? Kneel.”
Alexei stood, wobbling from side to side, his eye was swollen, his lip spilt and blood poured from that and his nose, streaked his thin chest and spattered on the floor, flecking his naked feet.
“Kneel,” Filip said again, calm and composed, almost bored for all Alexei could tell. Alexei stubbornly refused and when Filip raised his hand again he spit a glob of bloody mucus on his boot.
Filip looked down, looked up at Alexei and laughed, one sharp short bark of amusement and slapped him, knocked him to his knees. He kicked him in the ribs and brought him face down on the floor. He pulled a handkerchief from his uniform pocket and dropped it on Alexei’s hand, “Here, Wolfing. Clean it up. Be thankful I don’t make you use your tongue.”
Alexei looked up at Filip with his uninjured eye, face still and blank because it hurt to move his mouth, to open his swollen eye. He cleaned the boot, carefully and thoroughly and memorized the feeling. He would never forget this, this sensation of—fury, humiliation… fear that he’d pushed too much and that made him sick with anger at himself.
******
Later that evening he was allowed to bathe and he was allowed to use the Master’s bathtub to do so. He washed crusted blood and mucus from his skin with warm water scented with bath oil. He carefully cleaned his lip; he could feel the thick ridge where he’d already started to heal. The swelling in his eye had gone down considerably and was now only a dark purple streak above and below his eye. He sighed as the filth disappeared from his skin; the stink of him was replaced by the smell of the oil.
The warm bath, the scented oil, was almost a reward for what he’d gone through, and it would be more relaxing if he wasn’t certain that Filip intended it as a sign that he already knew Alexei.
He wondered what was happening to Mischa and surprised himself by hoping whatever his punishment had been it wasn’t as harsh as his.
The thought interested him. Mischa. He was good fun, that one. And so agree-able to everything, with a little convincing. Maybe he could convince Filip not to harm him too much. He got out of the tub and dried off, dressed himself and went to his room.
Mischa and Filip sat there, waiting for him.
******
Filip poured a glass of brandy for Alexei and held it out to him, demanding a kiss before he’d release the glass. Alexei kissed him, eyes open and watching Filip watch him. He slid his tongue into his mouth, licking at the faint taste of brandy, cigars and mint, sucked his tongue briefly and drew his lower lip between his teeth as he pulled slowly back and Filip smiled and asked him to sit next to him on the bed. Mischa sat on the desk’s chair, a few feet away from the bed.
“Mischa tells me you cannot read. I assumed that would be the case.”
Alexei nodded, he’d known it was a test.
“Mischa tells me that you’ve asked him to tutor you. I approve. Mischa is on the whole a very intelligent young man.” Mischa paled and dropped his eyes.
“There are however, rules that even you must follow, my boy.” He looked at Alexei appraisingly. “You have been punished and now this one has to be punished too. He knows the rules very well, don’t you?” He glanced at Mischa as he spoke to Alexei.
He stood and handed Alexei a short doubled length of thin rope, knotted in the middle and at the end. “It’s your duty to carry out my desires, to see that my rules are obeyed. Punish him.”
Alexei looked at Mishca’s wide frightened eyes and found it hard to strike him. He heard a whistle in the air, and Mischa gasp in horror, a second before pain ripped through his back.
“Do as I say. For every strike you don’t give him or that sits too lightly, you get one of your own. I think ten might be sufficient,” he said, smiling at Alexei as he panted at the shock of the blow. Alexei turned his eyes to Mischa, who made the tiniest gesture, a beckoning motion of his fingers.
Alexei struck. He struck again. In the end, he earned only a few stripes.
******
Mischa was folded on the floor at his feet, sobbing harshly against the carpet, and Filip called Alexei to him. “Come here, boy.” Alexei came close, slowly watching his face all the while.
“You’ve done your duty. You study with Mischa, and when you’re ready, I‘ll have things for you to do. Important things." He ran his hand up Alexei’s leg, and cupped him. “I want you to realize, everything that went before was a dream. This is your real life now.” He squeezed and stroked Alexei and promised him a wonderful new life, everything he’d ever wanted was going to be his--he kissed and stroked him until finally Alexei came with a great shudder.
******
Mischa watched Alexei grimace, his eyes narrowed to slits, his lips pulled back from his clenched teeth and breath puffed harshly between them as Filip worked him to orgasm. His head dropped back and his throat worked as he groaned and even torn and bruised and in tears from pain that made it hard for him to breathe Mischa stiffened at the sight..
He felt blood slide down his back in greasy trails and his skin throbbed and burned and still, he wanted Alexei to touch him again. Alexei was watching him as he panted to the end of his climax and Filip stepped back. He cast a glance at Mischa and shrugged. “I don’t care what you do with him as long as you remember he belongs to the household. And the household belongs to me.” He strolled to the doorway, a look of satisfaction on his face. “Clean up, and get ready, I’ll be back shortly.”
The door shut and Alexei turned his attention to Mischa. “This house is insane. Filip is insane.”
He walked around Mischa huddled on the rug, bent over and trying to hide himself. “I must be insane myself for not leaving.” He reached out his hand and laughed. “But I’ve never been famous for having sense.”
He pulled Mischa to his feet and led him to the bathroom. “Get in the tub, you need to be clean.” Mischa shuddered, no way could he have water against the sheet of fire that was his back, but Alexei insisted and he sat in the empty tub, shivering at the touch of cold porcelain.
The flannel was soft and warm and eased some of the pain and Alexei was careful, so gentle. “I used to clean Viktor up after a fight if we had the chance at some clean water and a flannel. I learned to be very, very careful. Feels better, doesn’t it?”
Mischa nodded, feeling strange that the younger boy was treating him like a child, but also enjoying it, and Alexei let a few inches of water into the bottom of the tub and washed him slowly and carefully from head to toe. Soon he had him panting and grunting, thrusting into his soap lathered fist and Alexei told him he was sorry, sorry for causing him pain, he promised to be careful in the future and Mischa grunted and came in his hand, swearing he didn’t mind, that it was fine, that he’d do it again for him.
TBC! next time with extra added eeeeeewww!
I’d send you the children but they’re hard to cram in a box and they’re kind of noisy….and don’t anyone tell BG about the whining—you know how she gets. She's still 100% sure ya'll are gonna kidnap me or something. (i'm sure!)
The previous parts are here, hip dip in the Ronco Amazing Vat-o-Lube…just...don’t look…trust me, it’s better that way.
Rated 4 for sexual situations and violence, (maybe edging towards a 5)
The Edge Of The Forest
The next morning found Alexei sore, raw, and still tired, his eyes were gummy and his stomach still felt bloated from the food he’d wolfed down the night before. He was alone, which he expected, Filip had left not long after making him come for a third time. The room was quiet and dim, and soothing because of it. Alexei stood and waited for his head to stop swimming and padded around the room barefoot, deeply enjoying the feel of soft wool carpeting beneath his feet and looking for someplace to throw the stained nightshirt he still wore.
On the desk in the room a piece of paper rested, folded so that it sat on the desktop like a tent. He picked it up and his heart sunk. He read his name on the outside of the paper and that was as much as he was able to do. He couldn’t really read--he couldn’t write. Those skills had no weight in his world. He snorted. He’d never had anyone ask him to read to them until they came.
He unfolded the thick piece of paper and looked at the elegant cursive scrawl within and it was like looking at a drawing of a forest or a thicket—the lines made no more sense to him than the branches of trees or tangled black vines. He threw the note on the table and threw himself on the bed. He yanked the nightshirt over his head and balled it up, threw it on the floor and then---sat. Wrapped a sheet around himself and sat…
He was dozing, sinking in and out of awareness, his stomach was rumbling with hunger now, and he was a little thirsty—he’d drunk the last of the water that’d been in a carafe next to his bed. He was a little chilly even with the blankets wrapped around him. The fire in the room was long since dead, and he’d found no means to re-light it, the radiator was stone cold and he had no idea what to do about that. He sighed. Eventually Filip would return and whatever he’d wanted from him wouldn’t be done—no doubt he’d be angry, probably beat him….
He was probably going to be angry that he couldn’t read. He turned on his side, wrapping and unwrapping the sheet around his hand, wondering why he’d leave him a note…a man like that—he knew Alexei was uneducated. He surely knew, so what was the point in doing so? Was it a humiliation? A test?
He sat up straight. He was probably supposed to do something, react in some way. All right then. It was time to react.
He jumped out of the bed and walked to the closet. Enough behaving like a puking little baby--He was Alexei, he might be a bastard but he was still...fuck that man, he knew how to take care of himself, he’d always had. Time to pull himself together.
The clothes he pulled from the closet were so fine it was a pleasure to touch them. He dressed quickly and then crouched to lace up the boots he’d found on the floor of the wardrobe. A little big but still comfortable with the two pair of socks he was wearing, he thought. He rose and looked around the room, looked towards the door. He needed something to help him on his way, something small enough to go in the pocket, valuable enough to pawn—a knock on the door shook him out of his thoughts and a voice called out, “Master Alexei, can I come in?”
The door rattled briefly as Mischa knocked again and then entered. He stopped and looked confused…”Where are you going, Master?”
“Out. Home. Away from here.” Alexei barely glanced at the older boy as he stuffed his pockets with trinkets he could easily carry and sell.
Mischa spotted the note on the desk and read it. “This says that you’re supposed to ask me--Master…Alexei, forgive me…can you read?”
He backed up to the door at the snarl Alexei tossed his way; he kept cramming items into his pockets and simply shook his head sharply no. Mischa held the note, carefully edging up to Alexei. “This—this says that you’re to find me, that I’m to see you’re fed and…and to take care of anything you need…’ Mischa gulped. In essence, Master Filip had declared Mischa Alexei’s vassal. Alexei saw the look on Mishca’s face and smiled.
“Feed me then, I’ve already dressed myself,” he grinned. And emptied his pockets. He followed Mischa to the kitchen. This might be fun, he thought.
******
In the kitchen Nadya sat talking and drinking tea with the cook, and a couple of house servants, who all went dead silent at Alexei’s approach. The y looked at him openly, frankly appraising him, and Alexei examined them in return. He hadn’t yet learned that he was to distance himself from the servants—at this point he thought they were equals. The servants in turn, sensing that Alexei had no real place there yet, thought he was a whore and beneath them.
And Mischa? Mischa was already lost. Mischa was netted, tied, trapped by gray eyes and a smile.
Mischa fed him and watched him, kept himself between Alexei and the staff and Alexei watched him do it all. Alexei observed the actions of the other people around him, and by the time they’d left the kitchen, he knew something about what made each and everyone of them tick. He gathered information to be filed away for future need, did it almost by instinct.
He then turned all of his attention on Mischa. The older boy was besotted with him. He knew in the first few minutes of meeting him that he could make Mischa bark like a dog if he chose to, and he would. He certainly would.
They were on their way back to Alexei’s room when he turned to Mischa and asked, “Can you read and do numbers?” At Mishca’s affirmative answer he asked, “Did you go to school?”
Mischa nodded. “All employees of Master Filip are expected to be able to read and have at least some schooling. He’s a very progressive man, Master is. Very wise, very…” He hesitated, his words stumbling to a halt before continuing. “You know, he’s been to America.” Mischa gave Alexei this information as though it explained everything.
Alexei stared at him.
“Do you know what America is?” Mischa asked.
Alexei grabbed his wrist and ground the bones together hard as he could, pulled Mischa down to his height. He whispered in his ear, letting his lips touch the shell of his ear, feeling a shudder sweep through him. “No more questions. You will teach me how to read. You will teach me numbers. “ He pressed Mischa against the wall. “And maybe I can teach you things…”
He felt a stab of arousal when Mischa whimpered but didn’t try to pull away. Good. Now it was time for some tests of his own.
******
When Filip came home that evening he beat Alexei, but not for his inability to read, he beat him because he’d fucked Mischa in his bed and left him tied to the posts there. It irritated him and was disrespectful. He was annoyed also that he’d used his dress uniform braid to do so.
“So little wolf, you think you can piss on my leg and get away with it? Kneel.”
Alexei stood, wobbling from side to side, his eye was swollen, his lip spilt and blood poured from that and his nose, streaked his thin chest and spattered on the floor, flecking his naked feet.
“Kneel,” Filip said again, calm and composed, almost bored for all Alexei could tell. Alexei stubbornly refused and when Filip raised his hand again he spit a glob of bloody mucus on his boot.
Filip looked down, looked up at Alexei and laughed, one sharp short bark of amusement and slapped him, knocked him to his knees. He kicked him in the ribs and brought him face down on the floor. He pulled a handkerchief from his uniform pocket and dropped it on Alexei’s hand, “Here, Wolfing. Clean it up. Be thankful I don’t make you use your tongue.”
Alexei looked up at Filip with his uninjured eye, face still and blank because it hurt to move his mouth, to open his swollen eye. He cleaned the boot, carefully and thoroughly and memorized the feeling. He would never forget this, this sensation of—fury, humiliation… fear that he’d pushed too much and that made him sick with anger at himself.
******
Later that evening he was allowed to bathe and he was allowed to use the Master’s bathtub to do so. He washed crusted blood and mucus from his skin with warm water scented with bath oil. He carefully cleaned his lip; he could feel the thick ridge where he’d already started to heal. The swelling in his eye had gone down considerably and was now only a dark purple streak above and below his eye. He sighed as the filth disappeared from his skin; the stink of him was replaced by the smell of the oil.
The warm bath, the scented oil, was almost a reward for what he’d gone through, and it would be more relaxing if he wasn’t certain that Filip intended it as a sign that he already knew Alexei.
He wondered what was happening to Mischa and surprised himself by hoping whatever his punishment had been it wasn’t as harsh as his.
The thought interested him. Mischa. He was good fun, that one. And so agree-able to everything, with a little convincing. Maybe he could convince Filip not to harm him too much. He got out of the tub and dried off, dressed himself and went to his room.
Mischa and Filip sat there, waiting for him.
******
Filip poured a glass of brandy for Alexei and held it out to him, demanding a kiss before he’d release the glass. Alexei kissed him, eyes open and watching Filip watch him. He slid his tongue into his mouth, licking at the faint taste of brandy, cigars and mint, sucked his tongue briefly and drew his lower lip between his teeth as he pulled slowly back and Filip smiled and asked him to sit next to him on the bed. Mischa sat on the desk’s chair, a few feet away from the bed.
“Mischa tells me you cannot read. I assumed that would be the case.”
Alexei nodded, he’d known it was a test.
“Mischa tells me that you’ve asked him to tutor you. I approve. Mischa is on the whole a very intelligent young man.” Mischa paled and dropped his eyes.
“There are however, rules that even you must follow, my boy.” He looked at Alexei appraisingly. “You have been punished and now this one has to be punished too. He knows the rules very well, don’t you?” He glanced at Mischa as he spoke to Alexei.
He stood and handed Alexei a short doubled length of thin rope, knotted in the middle and at the end. “It’s your duty to carry out my desires, to see that my rules are obeyed. Punish him.”
Alexei looked at Mishca’s wide frightened eyes and found it hard to strike him. He heard a whistle in the air, and Mischa gasp in horror, a second before pain ripped through his back.
“Do as I say. For every strike you don’t give him or that sits too lightly, you get one of your own. I think ten might be sufficient,” he said, smiling at Alexei as he panted at the shock of the blow. Alexei turned his eyes to Mischa, who made the tiniest gesture, a beckoning motion of his fingers.
Alexei struck. He struck again. In the end, he earned only a few stripes.
******
Mischa was folded on the floor at his feet, sobbing harshly against the carpet, and Filip called Alexei to him. “Come here, boy.” Alexei came close, slowly watching his face all the while.
“You’ve done your duty. You study with Mischa, and when you’re ready, I‘ll have things for you to do. Important things." He ran his hand up Alexei’s leg, and cupped him. “I want you to realize, everything that went before was a dream. This is your real life now.” He squeezed and stroked Alexei and promised him a wonderful new life, everything he’d ever wanted was going to be his--he kissed and stroked him until finally Alexei came with a great shudder.
******
Mischa watched Alexei grimace, his eyes narrowed to slits, his lips pulled back from his clenched teeth and breath puffed harshly between them as Filip worked him to orgasm. His head dropped back and his throat worked as he groaned and even torn and bruised and in tears from pain that made it hard for him to breathe Mischa stiffened at the sight..
He felt blood slide down his back in greasy trails and his skin throbbed and burned and still, he wanted Alexei to touch him again. Alexei was watching him as he panted to the end of his climax and Filip stepped back. He cast a glance at Mischa and shrugged. “I don’t care what you do with him as long as you remember he belongs to the household. And the household belongs to me.” He strolled to the doorway, a look of satisfaction on his face. “Clean up, and get ready, I’ll be back shortly.”
The door shut and Alexei turned his attention to Mischa. “This house is insane. Filip is insane.”
He walked around Mischa huddled on the rug, bent over and trying to hide himself. “I must be insane myself for not leaving.” He reached out his hand and laughed. “But I’ve never been famous for having sense.”
He pulled Mischa to his feet and led him to the bathroom. “Get in the tub, you need to be clean.” Mischa shuddered, no way could he have water against the sheet of fire that was his back, but Alexei insisted and he sat in the empty tub, shivering at the touch of cold porcelain.
The flannel was soft and warm and eased some of the pain and Alexei was careful, so gentle. “I used to clean Viktor up after a fight if we had the chance at some clean water and a flannel. I learned to be very, very careful. Feels better, doesn’t it?”
Mischa nodded, feeling strange that the younger boy was treating him like a child, but also enjoying it, and Alexei let a few inches of water into the bottom of the tub and washed him slowly and carefully from head to toe. Soon he had him panting and grunting, thrusting into his soap lathered fist and Alexei told him he was sorry, sorry for causing him pain, he promised to be careful in the future and Mischa grunted and came in his hand, swearing he didn’t mind, that it was fine, that he’d do it again for him.
TBC! next time with extra added eeeeeewww!
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7/20/05 08:03 am (UTC)I am not sure I will make it through the day, torture of the guys everywhere...I think i will go and read clana now, or sth similar, maybe lexana, or ..something...or start ship lana whatever iam loosing my mind...
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7/20/05 09:33 am (UTC)gave up the plan of reading clana, I am working on my rec for dianes fic at svroundtable....
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7/24/05 07:37 am (UTC)[Pushing statistics homework to the back burner.]
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7/24/05 01:38 pm (UTC)By the way, you're completely right about Dis Pater. It was a story in which I saw no happy ending possible. You don't even want to know what the eventual outcome was in my mind!
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7/20/05 09:43 am (UTC)"I'd go wit chu."
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7/22/05 03:48 am (UTC)Thanks! *grin*
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7/20/05 02:14 pm (UTC)(notice that I HAVE to write his name on every post? Lol)
Poor dear boys, but Alexei will learn much from Mischa. And Mischa is so in love...
*sobs*
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7/20/05 03:43 pm (UTC)*shiver*
Alexei is going to THRIVE here - i can just tell.
:)
*bounce*
*hug hug hug*
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7/20/05 04:33 pm (UTC)The fact that Alexei can't read, is so damn heartbreaking.
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7/20/05 10:21 pm (UTC)Great part!
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7/26/05 03:30 am (UTC)I love that Alexei still feels guilt and regret at this point. It will be interesting to see how he gets from here to his Firebird self.
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7/26/05 03:38 am (UTC)Why? Just because I find it interesting. There were many freed slaves in Europe and Russia at the time of Alexei's childhood, and they had a good bit of freedom. It's an interesting subject that I'm just beginning to find out about and that comes up not at all in The Edge Of The Forest, lol!
Any way, I'll try to find a good pic of Terrance, but please let me know who you see. *grin*
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