[M] I offer you an escape

Anatoliy Russo · 06-21-2011, 11:49 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language & graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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BECAUSE I CAN. perhaps we can have backdated the other thread like a few days or predate this one?

Since his encounter with Keese, the man had been far more removed than before. He did not like himself in a fight of raging emotions. So he forced himself into some kind of work again, just like he had when Anann left him. Anatoliy found the boat in a shed, after he had broken off the padlock, of course. It was a wonderful sailboat. And with a few customizations, it would be perfect and hold up to three people with room for supplies. All he had to do was hollow some of it out and fix up the rest of it to sailing standards. He had dragged it using a long cart to the beach line, so he could make it easier. Though if it were not finished by the time winter came again, he would return it to the shed and lock it again.

He had left it lightly covered for the past few days, content to just work on his tar solutions, still searching the right amount of pine wood and the right amount of other wood, as well as resin amounts. He had found one he liked, so he had been testing it on a small little toy boat he had built to test his concoctions. He had been running a thick brush over the bottom of it, checking the other side for leaks when he had looked up at the sky over the sea. His alarm grew instantly at the sight of the clouds rolling in from the northeast. They were grey, and they were angry. He could see them far in the distance, but the smell in the air was just the same as a storm coming in soon. Anatoliy looked at the boat in his hands and remembered; the big boat was still uncovered. It was too late to pull it in the shed. So a covering would have to be enough.

He pulled stacks of heavy wood to the boat, tumbling them to the side as he returned for more. Before he felt comfortable covering it with a water resistant tarp, the Russo boarded it, making sure the makeshift sail he had made was stowed properly inside of it. The mast for it was in as well. Though it still seemed too small for his liking as he looked at it, bent over. Soon, he would have to either find a new one or carve one. The latter would take a long time, but it was hard to know if the former was even possible. Still, if he wanted to sail, he would have to find it.

The Russo rose, stretching out his back as his golden eyes gazed at the approaching storm. From here, Anatoliy could see the darkness coming, the sea rough. Even the ways near the shore were getting stronger. Thankfully he had kept the boat on the grass, beneath sturdy pines. Shielding his eyes from the remaining afternoon sun, he gazed at the lightning forking in the storm clouds. He knew that this would be a big one.

Anann Kelevra · 06-25-2011, 09:15 PM

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Anann sat, rather annoyed at that, atop the broad back of the friesian stallion. She did not know what he was up to, but Anann’s sense of direction told her they were headed to the north east. The smell of salt water becoming stronger in the air the further they went. Pulling at the strings of her heart as it reminded her of the man she had pushed out of her life. She had already tried to slide from his back in her refusal to go anywhere near the sea, but that had only lead to that large black head turning around to bite at her legs. And so she sat, arms crossed and a scowl on her face as he took her where he willed.

The sky ahead of them was dark and foreboding, the scent of rain heavy in the air over the scent of the salty sea. As they drew closer to the shore, and the storm closer to them, the angry storm clouds began to emerge from the dark, inky sky. Just what was Rem leading them into? Dark brown eyes were concentrated on the storming skies, watching the storm clouds coming charging in like a cavalry line. Powerful and frighting, yet also just a beautiful and graceful as the front moved towards the coast line. The sea too, raged with oncoming force of the storm.

Fascinated by the awe of the storm it took Anann a moment to realize that they had at last come to a stop. Eyes descending from the skyline, Anann was perplexed by the sight of a ship resting in the grass where she was fairly certain there had never been one before. Though that in itself did not explain why it was that Rem had felt the need to bring the amber wolf here. Though once she saw the familiar figure of the Russian emerging from within the ship did it dawn on her. The sight of him enough to make her heart lurch within her chest and her breath catch in her lungs. It had been months now, but the pain still felt so fresh.

Sliding gracefully from the back of the large horse, Anann found her legs felt weak as foot-paws hit the earth and she leaned against the horse for support. If Anatoliy had found himself a boat then did that mean he intended to leave? Her throat felt tight and she could feel the all to familiar of sting of tears attempting to build in her eyes. He was running away, and it was all her fault. She stood there stunned for several moments, though it seemed he had not noticed her and so Anann quickly tried remount her steed and turn back home. Rem, however, had other ideas and as the golden wolf made her to jump to his back he gave a loud squeal of defiance before turning, large hooves thundering agaisnt the earth as he galloped away to the safety of the stables. Leaving the woman rather stunned and stranded.

Anatoliy Russo · 06-25-2011, 09:44 PM

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The clouds rolled in faster than before, and they loomed ever closer. He watched them barrel toward them, an impressive display of the sheer power of nature. The storm was fueled by the sea as the warm summer evaporated the water, condensing it into angry clouds that let loose all their load. But they were so large, and the storm front seemed to sweep in from the southeast. It was obviously fed from a hot summer along the northwestern African coast. The air smelled wet, and the Russo could feel the electricity in it as he saw the bolts of lightning jumping from the clouds to the sea in angry bursts; the thunder was audible now, cracks in the wind. He even saw some bolts jump from one cloud to the other, something he saw often on his short time at sea. Nature was beautiful. But once it hit land, it would be ugly. The wrath of the sea would meet the earth.

The wind was blowing in his face from the sea, all the scents of land were obliterated from his senses; all he could smell and taste was salt. But his ears could still hear the rustle of the leaves of the forest behind him and of the animals smarter than he scurrying to hide from the incoming rain. And he heard a horse whining. But was it in fear? Anatoliy absently gazed southwards, catching sight of a large horse galloping away from their owner. Fear? No. It was Rem. Rem would not have just left.. Anann. It was Anann standing there, missing her horse. That perceptive bastard creature. It knew more than it could ever tell.

The Russo leapt off the edge of his boat and hit the sand with a gentle thud. She seemed stuck now, without Rem to take her home to her cabin. The horse was probably off to seek shelter; the storm would hit soon and the horse was smart as any one of them. Before the woman could escape into the shadows of the trees, though, the Russian man took off to get close to her, even though his instincts screamed to leave it alone, that she did not want him. Rem knew better and he would listen to that horse. He dropped her here, and he would take the chance. "Anann!" he called, his deep voice echoing down the beach. Meanwhile, the clouds came ever closer.

Anann Kelevra · 07-03-2011, 12:32 PM

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Anann took a few steps after the horse that galloped away from her with a stunned and confused look on her face. A soft growl of frustration rumbled in her chest before she gave a loud, shrill whistle. ”Rem!” She hollered after him, only to watch the horse kick up his heels in a bit of a crow hop as he arched his neck and tossed his mane and tail about. He was laughing at her. She had known he had been up to something, scheming beast. Golden cream lips curled in annoyance and she gave huff as she stomped her foot. Golden hands clenched in fists. How could he just drag her out here and abandon her like this? A strong gust of wind blew into her back, sending her mane wildly into her face, her left hand coming up to comb the wind whipped hair from her eyes.

It was then, fingers still entwined in the tangled locks of mane, that she heard his deep voice call her name over the roar of the oncoming storm. Of coarse he had heard the commotion they had been making. Seeing him rushing towards her she took a couple steps backwards her hand falling from her hair now that she faced into the wind. Ears pressed forward only to fall back a moment later as her confidence faltered for a moment. Nervously, she took a quick look around. Checking for any unwanted watchers, ears pressing forward once again. She should have known to trust Rem, if the horse had left her here than Keese was no where nearby.

Part of her wanted to run towards the man. To throw herself in his arms and take in his scent as she buried her face in his fur. To pretend as if none of this had happened, but the situation had not changed and so her feet remained rooted. Weighted by a heavy, sinking feeling in her gut. It would be a lie to say that she had not missed him in the moons that had passed since the day she had pushed him away, out of her life. Still she felt the flutter of nerves in her stomach and her heart hammered in her chest. Filling her with feelings not unlike those she had felt in the beginning when things between them had been in a similar stage of unknown.

There was a blinding flash and a thundering boom quickly followed, echoing in her ears. Shell shocked from it all, the woman flinched. Attention turning back to the angry skies filled with dark clouds. Torrents of rain could be seen falling heavily to the earth in the not-so-far distance.

Anatoliy Russo · 07-03-2011, 09:58 PM

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The woman did not run from him, even when he began to head toward her. He had both feared she would and hoped she would. It was hard to see her, even though his heart was fluttering from the happiness she brought him. But then his head remembered the pain of her walking out of his home, only to remember the way his hands had longed to hold her again; how his heart ached before he lay to sleep, alone. Anatoliy could not deny that he was in pain more often than not; it was shocking what a single woman could do to a person. That was one of the reasons he had gone to find a boat. Fishing was always something that would take his mind off of things, even off of the woman who had left him with no reason given. What else was he to do besides get himself a fishing boat? Ponds were fun briefly, but the sea was the mistress that called his sore soul.

As he approached her, Anann did not move, though he could tell something was fighting. Genuinely, he was surprised that she was still standing there. He opened his mouth, ready to speak out again, so close to her, when his words were eaten by the booming sound. Instantly, he looked toward the horizon and found, in horror, that the storm rolled in ever faster than he had even imagined. His face betrayed his concern as he watched the waves crash harder and the water pouring from the clouds almost at the shoreline. It would be on them soon. A quick gaze back at his covered boat, and the Russo returned it to the woman before him.

"Anann..," he said softly, between booms of thunder. Anatoliy fought back the desire to reach a hand out to her and pull her close. It was not fair of her, of Rem, to show up like this. But he was happy she was here. Even at a time like this. "Ve cannot stay here," he said simply, all of the things he wanted to say feeling inappropriate at the moment.

Anann Kelevra · 07-04-2011, 08:45 PM

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awkward...super short and crap and just >.< idk

The storm was unlike anything she had seen before. She had watched many storms sweep across the plains of her former home. A wall of dark clouds charging across the sky. But never before had she watched an oncoming storm that raged with the seas. Perhaps the storm captivated her so because it was easier to watch the awe inspiring fierceness of nature, even as it bared down on them, than to look at the man before her. He spoke her name again. Instantly drawing her eyes to look up at his a startled look in her eye. They locked for but a moment before hers dropped away and looked out towards the encroaching storm. ”Yea..,” you’re telling me. She shouldn’t even be here. ”Where can I go? I don’t know or have any place to go..” Anann did not know this area well enough to know which buildings might be sturdy enough to provide shelter from the storm and how far and fast she’d have to go to get to it.

Anatoliy Russo · 07-04-2011, 11:23 PM

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Anatoliy reached out to stroke her face, his affection for her not disappearing even through all of the things that had happened to the two of them. But his hand twitched to a stop when she looked down, away from him, and he simply grabbed at her hand slowly. There was nothing else that the man could do, especially since there were so many things for them no longer available. There was so much he wanted to do, but he could not. So all he could do now was reach for her hand and take her away from the coast. The sea was frothing like nothing else and the moment the wind hit at the edge of the storm, they would both be in a hell if they stayed there. He grasped her hand tight, a warning that he was not prepared to let go of it. At least until they found shelter, of course. Anatoliy knew the woman would pull away from him then, and seek to rest in a corner. Away from him.

The Russo bit back these sad thoughts and pulled her along anyway. A single glance back told him all he needed to know about the movement of the storm; fast as hell's flames. Furrowing his brows at it, he tugged Anann with him, as he headed for his home. It was not, perhaps, the best place to go, but it was the closet and the safest he could think of off the top of his head. "My home is close. Ve vill be okay zhere, as long as ve stay avay from zhe vindows. The living room vill have to do," he said, even though the last place he wanted to go was to the last place he had seen this woman. And then she had been leaving him.

Anann Kelevra · 07-12-2011, 05:01 PM

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The world around them grew darker as the heavy curtain of rumbling clouds consumed the open sky. A constant roar of thunder rolled through the air, only to broken up by louder, closer booms of thunder. Void of conscious thought the woman's golden hand squeezed back as it was grasped. Eyes reluctant to pull away from the brutality of the storm. The sea and sky joined as one in its fury. The horizon between them lost to the storm as they raged and frothed together. She jerked almost as involuntarily as she realized just what it was she had done, but only as Anatoliy pulled, giving her a good jerk as he uprooted her feet, taking her away from the coast and the storm at a rather brisk pace. His hand on hers was firm and unforgiving, warning her from struggling against it, but she did not find it unpleasant. Not in the least. The touch stirring feelings she had tried hard to forget, to kill. Burying them deep within the cavern of her heart. The faint flutter in her stomach over shadowed by the storm that flooded her senses.

Toliy looked back, concern written all over his face as he cast a glance at the encroaching storm and his pace seemed to quicken. The amber woman tensed at the mention of his home. Her gait faltered and she stumbled for a step as he continued to drag her along behind him, unyielding. She started to speak her objections, but her jaw snapped shut almost as soon as it opened. Instead it was only her gaze she averted. Ears folded back in brown of her mane.

Weaving their way through the port town in what Anann could only guess was the most direct route to the Russo home, for she was not terribly familiar with the streets of Lunenberg. Inevitability things began to look familiar and Anann spotted the Russian's home just a few more blocks down when she felt the first stray drops of the storm nipping at their heels. It was not enough to soak her pelt, just heavy enough that the coarse guard hairs began to clump as the outer layer grew damp and heavy with rain. The bungalow in sight and just beyond reach the sky's overhead cut loose and in moments Anann felt the cold chill of the rain on her skin. The down pour left the world in a haze as she tried to shield her eyes from the rain with her free hand. Essentially, the amber wolf was running blind, holding tightly to the hand she trusted to lead her to safe shelter.

Pulled through the threshold, as she had been for the whole of the short run, Anann resisted the strong urge to shake herself dry as she felt the errie sensation of water trickling through her fur as it ran toward her toes and puddled around her feet. She stood awkwardly to the side of the door her arms wrapped around her, waiting for Anatoliy to either give her something to dry off with or shake himself. Her brown eyes remained down cast as they looked briefly around the home, noticing the work that had been put into the place since she had last been here. Her stomach twisting in knots at the thought of that night.

Anatoliy Russo · 07-26-2011, 07:48 PM

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He felt her hand weak in his the entire time he pulled her along. Anatoliy did not mean to be so rough with her, but the man knew that she would not cooperate with anything short of domination. And this was all that the man would ever do. He did not want her to run away from him, though, not into weather like this with no guaranteed safe place to be. The moment he saw the house, he pulled her along faster, a little harder, until they were both inside of the barely lit home. As soon as the woman was inside of the door, he slammed it shut against the wind and the rain, hearing it clattering on the roof above them.

It was dim in the house and the man knew they would need light or else they would sit in the dark soon. He swooped into the kitchen and found the dry candles in the cabinets. He pulled out two large ones and the box of homemade matches. In a few sweeps of the little sticks, the man had them lit and placed in two candle holders. Those he stuck on the kitchen table. Anatoliy chanced a glance at the woman in his home, eyes full of concern and affection. He straightened sharply as he saw her standing near the door, dripping water onto the stone floor in the entry hall. "Vone moment," muttered the fisherman, going into his bedroom quickly and grabbed the blanket off of it.

Anatoliy tossed it around the woman's shoulders, rubbing her shoulders lightly with it. "Zhere," he said, smiling lightly as he pulled away from her, back to his kitchen. The refrigerator wasn't working, obviously, but it was still used as dry storage for his own food. "Are you hungry, Anann?" Sure, everything was never going to be the same, but the man was going to try to downplay everything. He wished it was the same as always, so he tried to seem as though her leaving him had not hurt him daily.

Anann Kelevra · 07-30-2011, 07:54 AM

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I should not be here. The thought echoed in her mind as she stood in the entry way in the puddle that grew at her feet across the stone floor. Right were Anatoliy had left her as he rushed off to the other room. She could hear him rummaging around and recognized the sound of matches being struck before the soft glow of candle light flickered through the doorway of the kitchen. The modest home had changed significantly since she had last been here, though essentially still the same. It no longer smelled stagnant and dusty like that of any abandoned dwelling, but filled with his scent and his labors to improve the Russo home were evident even in the dim light.

He muttered something and umber eyes looked up in time to watch his large figure disappear into another room. Her eyes lingered, waiting for him to reappear, but were cast down and away as he re-emerged with a blanket in hand. She ducked her head as he tossed it over her and gave her shoulders a light rub."Thank you." She said rather quietly as for a brief moment she looked up to meet his handsome golden eyes. His smile bringing a similar soft expression to her face. It was hard to resist the urge to reach out for him. To place the soft golden hue of her hand on his arm or touch her nose gently under his chin. Any small gesture to show some small sign of the affection and love that still beat in her heart. But such a thing was dangerous and she was both thankful and disappointed as he quickly returned to the kitchen.

With the blanket clasped around her, she finally gave into the urge to shake herself and drive the moisture away from her skin and fur into the confines of the blanket. Then began the rubbing. She started at her head, working her way down and was still working on squeezing the water from her mane when he called from the kitchen. "I'm fine, thanks." She lied. Her stomach grumbling its own complaint at the thought of food. She simply didn't want to be anymore of a burden than she ready was.

She was surprised at how casual he seemed, as if nothing had happened, nothing had changed. At the beach she had thought the air had been thick with tension, but perhaps it had only been the storm or only her own feelings. She should be happy for him, she knew that. Happy that he was doing so well for himself without her in his life and yet her heart ached to think that maybe he had already moved on. And then there was the boat..he was leaving. Surely he was, wasn't he? Her rubbing slowed as the depressing thought settled over her mind and weighted her down. She didn't even have the courage to ask; afraid that he would confirm her thoughts.

Anatoliy Russo · 07-31-2011, 08:06 PM

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He left the woman to dry herself off in peace, ignoring the sounds of her shaking herself under his blanket. It was alright though, it was far too warm to use it; he only slept on it. Anatoliy eyed her as she rubbed at her pelt, and he resisted the urge to keep on watching her. He missed her, that was true, and just seeing her doing something so mundane around him was almost more than he had hoped for. The Russian resisted a shiver as he felt himself drip water; he had forgotten to dry himself off in the process. Grumbling, he went into his father's former room and grabbed his blanket and wrapped it about his shoulders after a brief rubdown. As long as he wasn't dripping, he did not mind. Not after he had once been dipped into the arctic sea and walked out fine as a daisy.

"No?" he asked, raising a brow in her direction after he had returned to the kitchen. Didn't want food? Perhaps she had eaten. But in all honesty, he was hungry. Yet, because she did not want to eat, he would not, could not. It was rude. So, absentmindedly, he pulled out jerky from a dry cupboard. He had no fresh meat on him, and he preferred not to force her to eat fish after that rain. Even he was put off of fish after that. "Zhere is no fresh meat," he said apologetically, as he set the large strips of it on a plate on the table. "I usually hunt and zhen cook it, but zhat can't happen at zhe moment," he added with a quick glance out the kitchen window. The water was creating a cascade down the window and the roof clinked with the sound of drops. "Please.. sit down?" The man's voice was lightly pleading, even though he had not meant to sound as though he were begging.

Anann Kelevra · 08-02-2011, 04:25 PM

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Anann glanced up from her rubbing dry as Toliy passed through the room from the kitchen and returning with a blanket of his own draped over his shoulders as he went back to the other room. As dry as she was going to get with the large blanket she spread it out over some of the living room furniture to dry and gave herself one last shake that left her slightly damp fur appearing rather fluffed. Her mane had been the hardest to get dry and it still clumped slightly from the moisture as it hung around her shoulders in tangled strands. She paced and fidgeted about the living room. Still feeling tense and anxious about being in the Russian's home. She should not be here. It was a thought that couldn't been driven from her mind. Even though there had really been no where else to go. The storm outside leaving her trapped. A caged tiger pacing in its cage.

The storm outside raged on. It's sounds muffled through the walls and roof that sheltered them but the endless torrent of rain clattered against the roof. Accented with the rumble of distant thunder. Rarer were the loud, thundering clashes of the strikes of lighting that were closer. From the kitchen came the clink of a plate on the table and as Toliy spoke Anann made her way to towards the door of the room he occupied, peering through the door way as she leaned against a distant wall. She didn't know why he was apologizing for the lack of fresh meat when she had denied being hungry in the first and she remained silent. What was there to say?

She was staring at her feet as if they were something captivating to behold when he asked to her sit. At first she simply looked at him from that emotionless mask, unsure. After a few prolonged seconds of internal debate. She gave a slight huff as she gave up her lean against the wall and entered the kitchen. Taking a seat in the chair across the table from him she eyed the jerky that had been laid out. Her stomach gave another audible growl. Still she did not reach for it as if to prove that she was not hungry despite her stomach's obvious disagreement. "How have you been, Anatoliy?" The words came easily off her tongue despite how her heart hammered in her chest. She wanted to tell him how she had missed him. There was so much she wanted to tell him, but none of it would do either of them any good. At least he appeared to he healing, despite the crater she felt in her own heart.

Anatoliy Russo · 08-20-2011, 09:53 PM

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The woman was relentless, but Anatoliy was hardly surprised by that. She was always so adamant, so strong. But now, she was more willed than ever before. Even thought her stomach gave an audible sound of protest at being denied food, she did not take the meat that he offered to her so willingly. He himself did not take any of the elk jerky, even though he had spent quite a long time at the boat with tar fumes in his nose. The jerky was tempting but he would rather his guest eat first; it was only polite. And he wanted to know she was okay and not starving herself for whatever reason. "Please, feel free," he said, encouraging with a slight wave over the jerky. "Or if you would prefer.. I might have some smoked hare."

Anann asked him how he had been. How to answer? Truthfully, and tell her he had missed her sorely, and that he was still missing her whenever he had a spare moment. Or lie, and say he was alright, and doing alright, and life was alright. Maybe it was a mix of the two? He missed her so much, but he was doing alright at the same time. Life was not easy, but he did not make it simple for him. The less time he had to let his mind wander, the more time he spent dealing with his heartache.

Taking one of the bigger, flatter pieces of jerky, the man played with it in his hands, taking in the salted, spiced scent. But yet, he did not bite into it and enjoy it. Golden eyes raised at Anann and he gave a feeble grin. It was hard to be around her, especially with the way he felt. "It's.. been quiet.," was the best that he could do, unsure of what to tell her. He liked quiet, but he missed her, her scent, her voice, everything about her. "And how are you doing?" he asked, turning his saddening gaze down at the jerky in his hands.

Anann Kelevra · 08-21-2011, 07:37 PM

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She had possibly grown a little leaner in the passing months, but the honey hued femme was far from starved. Still the scent of the dried and seasoned meat was tempting. ”It’s fine, really.” She said, resting an elbow on the table as she dismissed the offer of smoked hair instead. Anann watched him as picked out a piece of jerky and seemed to study it as he seemed to mulling over how to answer her question. Dark eyes watched him as he played with the jerky in his hands. He looked good. He’d obviously been keeping himself busy. There was a new musk to his scent. It was smokey and hinted with cedar or pine. Though there was something else that she just couldn’t put her finger on it. Of coarse, he still carried the musk of the sea with him, but she found the new scents suited him.

Anann quickly averted her eyes to the plate between them as he looked up at her and gave answer to her question. Which really wasn’t much of an answer, to be honest, but then she could say that she would have wanted to hear the truth either. Golden honey fingers picking one of the pieces, she nibbled on a corner. Though as her own question was thrown back at her, her teeth gripped the jerky in earnest and she pulled a chunk from the strip. Chewing it slowly to bide her time as she thought up an equally ambiguous answer. That’s what was easiest. To give small and meaningless answers to questions that danced on the edges of the uncomfortable tension she had built between them. She hated that things had to be this way. She did not enjoy playing this game.

The air in the kitchen was stifling with the tension that filled it; filled with too many things left unsaid. Finally she swallowed the small mouthful of meat. ”Well enough..” She hoped that Toliy had not heard of what had happened at the stables and the scene that Haven had walked in on. ”Let’s not talk about me.” She chewed a moment on her jerky before she continued, ”I see you found a boat..you thinking of going somewhere?” The question was simple enough, but it was her bodily language and her tone that left the question loaded. In her mind she had already decided that he was leaving, running away from her. From this nightmare she had brought down upon them.

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Anann finally took the meat that he had offered her, and he relaxed slightly when she bit into the dried food. He himself allowed himself a small piece as she spoke, even though his eyes shifted down, away from hers. He wanted to talk about her; it was her that he was worried about, not himself. But when she mentioned his boat, golden eyes shot back at her golden features, surprise evident. "Going somevhere?" he repeated dumbly, wondering what she was talking about. What was his boat supposed to be for? It was for use on the sea. At least he hoped so, once it was seaworthy at last. "It's just so zhat I can go deep sea fishing. It has been a long time since I have and I miss zhe quiet of zhe vater." He fumbled with the jerky before putting it down before him.

Anatoliy stared absently at the meat, mostly uneaten, on the table before him. He was debating hard. He missed Anann.. and it was awkward sitting here with her like this. As though nothing had happened and that they had both moved on. He could not vouch for her, but he could not for himself. "Anann.. May I be frank?" he asked her softly, slowly drifting his eyes to her own, ears twitching back slightly. Before he could wait for her permission, he quietly continued, "I'm sorry.. but it is hard. I am missing you so much." He, probably in vain, stretched out his hand and put it, palm up, offering it to her with a pleading look in his eyes.

Anann Kelevra · 09-04-2011, 10:26 PM

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There had been a most accusing look on her face as Anann watched his reaction to her question and awaited the answer she knew was coming. The jerk was forgotten, still gripped between honey toned fingers. Her expression softened as his turned to confusion as he echoed her words. Just for fishing? She was still doubt full, but had to admit it was a more practical explanation than the one she had concocted. The vessel was probably a bit small for the voyage needed to take the Russian home to his family. "Oh. I thought..", she shook her head, "just, nevermind." Her question had made it clear enough what she had assumed and if not well, that was for the best.

She was reminded of the jerky as her gaze fell away from him and back to the table between them. Fiddling with it before chewing on a corner of the strip again, enjoying the lightly seasoned flavor. She pulled the jerky from her lips, umber eyes looking to him as he spoke. The deep brown eyes filled with a pained look as they glanced at the offered hand and back to his face. A deep frown set across her maw before her eyes returned that cold and closed off look she held so often anymore. "Don't." She turned looking away from him. Her arm coming heavily to a rest on the table, the jerky it held discarded. "Don't make this harder than it already is." It was so hard not to place her hand in his. She missed him too. The deep, accented tones of his voice, the warmth of his touch. The scent that filled this place and had long faded from her home. His scent. She missed him terribly.

She stood, hand still on the table. ”I should not be here.” Anann said and turned to walk out of the room. She needed to get away from him, out of here. Though the still raging storm made leaving the house all together an unwise idea.

Anatoliy Russo · 09-04-2011, 10:42 PM

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Unsure of what she had thought, Anatoliy just gave her a quizzical look. He wanted her to elaborate further as to what she had thought about him and his new boat. What else was he going to do with that boat other than fish? It was too small to take across the seas, especially with fall approaching. The seas were not calm when winter was soon to follow the fall. A single boat with a single man would not survive long too far out in the sea. And it would take that much longer to cross and he could not store a huge supply of food. Not enough necessary for such a long voyage. And the loneliness would be unbearable.

The outreached hand was ignored. Well, not entirely. Anann dropped her hands away, ignoring the food. A look of pain crossed his own features as she coldly pushed him away with her words alone. He wanted to ask her why. What he had done to deserve such treatment from her, when all he wanted was his hand in hers for just a moment. As she rose from the table, he pulled his arm back toward himself, palms on the edge of the round wooden surface. Then, as she moved away, he rose as well, faster than she had. He knew she meant to go out into the storm, so as to escape this. But he would not let her. No, he was going to be adamant about this. Before she could reach the door, Anatoliy caught her with his equally long strides.

Hand tight on her arm, Anatoliy pulled her to a stop and twisted himself on his feet to face her, even if she would not look him in the eyes. "You cannot go into zhat. Don't be stupid," he said, more roughly than he wanted to. But she was being daft and he would not have her killed out there, or soaked and falling ill. It was warm and dry here. But it was still hard when she was so cold. "Anann, don't do zhis to me..," he begged her, pleading with the stubborn woman as he dropped his hand from her arm. He was not keeping her here, but he knew he could not let her out in that rain.

Anann Kelevra · 09-04-2011, 11:39 PM

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Anatoliy’s heavy steps echoed her own, gaining on her as she fled the kitchen. She just needed to get some space from him to clear her head. Anann pulled against his grip as she felt his arm wrap around her arm, even though she knew she was over powered as he brought her to a halt to face him. ”I was just going into the other room..” She said in a firm but quiet tone as she looked up at him and gestured at the door she had yet to reach that lead to one of the other bedroom’s, or so she assumed. Still, she had been on a direct path for the front door. She should not be there, that was true, but she was not foolish as to weather the storm. ”I’ll stay, but once the storm blows over I’m leaving, Anatoliy.” She put it to him straight, she wasn’t going to lead him on or give him any false hopes. ”Things haven’t changed.”

Her eyes fell away and looked across the living room, or what could be seen in the soft glow of the candle light from the kitchen. In the dim lighting she could scarcely make out the outline of the weathered couch she had sat on that night so many moons ago when she had told it was over. Yet here she was again. She did not want to stay in this room and it was to uncomfortable for both of them in the kitchen.

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She managed to change her story, even though the Russo was sure that the golden woman was heading toward the door. Why would she stay if she were so uncomfortable with him around? He had to let go of her once she had spoken, but the Russo could feel the touch of her skin in the palm of his hand. The woman uttered the cold truth. It hurt like nothing else, but he was already hurting regardless of everything else. Seeing her had given Anatoliy hope but it had faded fast from the way she was acting and it was hope that he wanted the most. He missed her.

"Alright." His face was a grim set look, as his golden eyes looked at her slightly shorter form. At least she seemed well, in that regard. But there was something about her that he did not like. Maybe it was just the fact that she did not tell him everything anymore, or maybe it was because he had not seen her much lately. In his mind's eye, Anatoliy could still see her lovely features, but it was slightly surprising to see her in person. "I know you vant to leave, but can't you talk to me just a little?" He did not add that he had missed her, missed hearing her voice. That was a little too much to bear.

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It hurt far too much to be this close, so close and yet still beyond reach. It was not that Anann wanted to leave. Well, not exactly. This was just proving too difficult, to be faced with his presence and touch while knowing that once the storm was gone she would have to leave again. She had never wanted to leave him, but she had never bothered to explain, either. What good would it do? She doubted he would have stayed away like he had if he had known the whole truth. The first time had tore out her heart even though it had been her own doing. Was it not better to keep the distance here and now than to carve out another hole in her chest later?

Her eyes came back from their gaze across the room to look back to his face and the gentle pleading in his eyes as he asked her just talk. ”Fine,” she said with a defeated tone and exasperated sigh. ”Just...not about us.” It was but a request as she looked at him with pleading eyes. Yes, she just wanted play pretend. As if this had never happened, as if they had never happened.

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