leave it all behind

FILE 0804 : AGENT AUGUST codename: dmitri dolohov cover: russian prince specialism: larceny, surveillance current mission: (information redacted)

[ladyxivanka-blog]

Ivanka suddenly felt guilty about how she had reacted. Dmitri had asked her to dinner nicely, and instead of being polite, she had spat Vodka on him and rejected him. She shouldn’t feel guilty, but she did, and it was an awful feeling. Backtracking a little, she went to him, taking the cloth from his hand and dabbing at the wet spot on his chest. “I’m sorry…” She said in a small voice. “I didn’t mean to sound so rude. You took me by surprise.” For a time, her gaze remained on the task, but after some much needed breath, she craned her neck to meet his eyes. “I don’t understand why you would want to take me out to dinner when I’ve been so rude to you.” 

[dmitridolohov-blog]

There was something so tender about the way she walked up to him. He sighed and leaned on the counter, letting her take the small towel. Why did he have such a soft spot for the woman who just a while ago tried to accuse him of lying and treason? Just now he wanted to brush the strand of hair that fell away from the rest, framing her face beautifully. Maybe the lady had put something in his drink. It was the only explanation he could think of. He nodded, skeptically knotting his brows together. “Me neither... almost seems like magic.”He replied, crossing his arms.

[ladyxivanka-blog]

Vodka. That always helped to soothe her wrecked nerves. Ivanka picked up the bottle, drinking the clear alcohol straight up, forgetting all about propriety, or the fact that she was standing before the Prince of Russia. Besides, who’s to say that he was the real deal anyway? For all she knew, he could be a very dangerous man. Midway through her second gulp, she sputtered, spraying Vodka onto Dmitri’s chest and coughing. “—What?” She asked once she’d stopped hacking her lungs out. “Did you just ask me to dinner?—I don’t mean to disrespect you, but are you crazy? I’ve been interrogating you this past hour, and I’m not even a princess.” 

[dmitridolohov-blog]

His reverie broke immediately as droplets of alcohol flew towards him. “You’re right.” Dmitri said, walking around the counter and away from her to pick up a towel he’d use to dry himself. The prince started patting at the fabric that clung to his chest. He couldn’t hide the awful cocktail of annoyance and disappointment in his tone. Not with the way she reacted. “I might just be, Ivanka.” He replied, briefly looking at her when he used her given name. Frankly he was a little stunned. He’d completely forgotten about her accusations and now this whole mess just made his head hurt. Not knowing what else to say, he sat down and basked in the confusion that enveloped him once again.

[jyneerso]

just so I can feel something

[ladyxivanka-blog]

Ivanka cleared her throat loudly, trying to get past the conversation earlier. The way the prince was looking at her scared and thrilled her both at the same time. Who knew that a person could have so many feelings thrust at them all at once? “Cheese pizza and no ocean’s buttcrack for you. Got it.” She laughed, her gaze drifting towards the telephone on the other side of the room, ignoring the look he was giving her. “I’ll order it then.” The Lady smiled and left his side to order their pizza. The time apart allowed her the opportunity to breathe and get her thoughts in order. When she came back, she was no longer feeling jittery. “The pizza will be here in twenty minutes. You’re paying since you’re the Prince of Russia and all.” 

[dmitridolohov-blog]

He watched her hobble away. It was clear that the Lady was nervous, but the buzzed prince saw nothing but a confident woman stride across the room, her hips sexily swaying from one side to the other. Dmitri unconsciously licked his lips before she turned around and made her way back. He needed food in his system. “No problem at all,” he replied, returning Ivanka’s smile. The quiver in her tone was gone and he couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or relieved that they moved past the previous conversation. “I’d be wiling to pay for a meal again, if you’d like to have dinner sometime?” He asked, raising a brow expectantly.

[priincessvelia-blog]

“I wish it only happened in cartoons.”

[dmitridolohov-blog]

He couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past his lips. “Sorry. It’s just really hilarious. Are you okay, though?”

[ladyxivanka-blog]

“Who says I didn’t want to do it?” Ivanka questioned in return. She hadn’t even realized the implication of her words. The query came out so fast, she wasn’t given the chance to think them through. No matter now, it was too late to take it all back anyway. Once the words left her lips, there was no was no way she was going to be able to retract it. She brushed the incident aside with a playful smile, and put her focus on Pizza. That was a much easier subject to maneuver upon.  “I never assumed you to be a bad sort of man.—So, Pizza. I’ll order it. I do need to know what your favorite is to do that though. Just don’t say anchovies because that’s just protivnyy.” She scrunched her nose in distaste.

[dmitridolohov-blog]

A brow lifted at how easily she responded, and the prince let a smirk tug at his lips. It seemed as though his attraction wasn’t poorly received by the lady. "I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.” He responded, amusement seeping through his skin. He drummed his fingers against the counter, a little dizzy from how fast he’s gone from the burly hermit to some flirting dingo. Maybe a little from the drinks they’d had, as well. He reciprocated her smile earnestly and laughed at how offended she seemed by people who liked anchovies. “They’re disgusting. I’m not sure how anyone would want to eat pizza that tastes like the ocean’s buttcrack.” He said, taking note of the way her nose scrunched. “I’ll just have cheese.” He continued, tilting his head.

[chefjaxon]

“Times change, we just gotta go with it. I’m assuming you’re joining something.”

[dmitridolohov-blog]

“Still thinking about it. I’m not really in a festive mood as of late.”

[allexiaofromania-blog]

“It must not bother you anymore to be called a giant then.” Allexia chuckled. “Ah, but wouldn’t that be unfair? I don’t want to win by default, I want to win because I’m good at the sport.” 

[dmitridolohov-blog]

“It hardly does.” He replied, laughing with her. “How very honorable of you. I commend your virtues. I, myself, don’t share the same sentiments. I will destroy on that field.” Dmitri joked.

[ladyxivanka-blog]

“For shame. I honestly thought you’d be a little more eager…” Ivanka returned with a shrug of her shoulders. She shook the bottle a little more, impatiently waiting for Dmitri to accept it. When he did however, her breath caught in her throat. The slight brush of his fingers against hers caused an electric like sensation to travel through the skin there. How odd… Pushing the incident aside, she cleared her throat and craned her neck to meet the prince’s eyes once more. “—I could eat. You think you could get us some pizza at this hour?” She ran her tongue along her lips right after posing the question. The thought of pizza nearly made her stomach growl.

[dmitridolohov-blog]

“I would hate to implore you into doing something you don’t want to do, Miss Koslov.” He teased with a raised brow, implying that he’d denied her suggestion for almost every reason but the lack of eagerness. “I’m not that kind of man.” He continued with a small grin. Dmitri observed her then, for the hundredth time that night, trying to figure out this complexity of  a woman. When she licked her lips, he wanted to stop her, almost thrown by how much control she had over his inebriated self. Dmitri could easily be the one licking her lips for her. “I think a Prince would be exempted from the rules of pizza delivery.” He replied, ripping his gaze away from her mouth.

[allexiaofromania-blog]

“You’re not just tall. You’re enormous.” Allexia chuckled as she craned her neck up to look into the man’s eyes. “—No. I’d like to, but it’s not recommended for a Queen to join such sports.” 

[dmitridolohov-blog]

“I get that a lot.” He replied, laughing with her. “I don’t see how being a Queen should stop you. They might just give up already when they see who they’re up against.”

[chefjaxon]

“I agree. It’s about time we did something out of the ordinary.“

[dmitridolohov-blog]

“I used to think this Dorchas business was already out of the ordinary.”

[ladyxivanka-blog]

“It seems that way. Everyone has their down time. It’s not just me.” Ivanka returned with a watery smile. She was still very much shaken by what just happened, so she moved back taking the Vodka bottle with her. The Lady took gulp after gulp of the beverage right out of the bottle. When she was done, she was red in the face, but the alcohol helped to ease her embarrassment,—somewhat. She ignored the prince’s teasing, and offered the bottle, jerking it in his direction. “Drink with me?—I might be inclined to persuade you with a little more Vodka in my system.” 

[dmitridolohov-blog]

“You don’t have to persuade me for anything. But I will drink with you.” He replied, briefly fascinated by the way the red crept up her neck and cheeks. Something about it made him want to reach out and touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin against his fingertips. The prince took the bottle from the lady, his fingers momentarily grazing hers. He lifted the drink to his lips. Alcohol always had weird effects on him. He always kept his wits, but the booze made him feel freer than usual. “You hungry?” He asked as he tried to forget what just happened between them.

[gabriellatellers]

the man from uncle: gaby & illya ➟ bts  vs  actual  scene

Interviewer:  The dancing slash wrestling scene. Is something like that completely improvised or did you have to choreograph that? Alicia:  No, it’s completely improvised that’s why it’s so much fun! I’ve really enjoyed it.

[allexiaofromania-blog]

“You should go for the Track and Field. You’d smoke the competition.” 

[dmitridolohov-blog]

“Is it because I’m tall?” He asked with a shake of his head. “You joining anything?”

[numbinsight]

“I hope you’re right because if my sister sees me with my hair in bad shape she’ll probably kill me” she chuckled

[dmitridolohov-blog]

“Your sister must be very fond of your hair.”

[marurps-archive]

“Timely? What makes you say that?” She questioned; considering what she’d heard about the festival so far. “It certainly sounds like it could be interesting.”

[dmitridolohov-blog]

“Well from what I’ve observed, we should start moving if we want to keep scarfing down the food they give us and not die of health issues.” He replied. “Are you planning onjoining anything?”

[numbinsight]

“I may have gone crazy with the scissors. How bad does it look?”

[dmitridolohov-blog]

“Hardly. It looks just fine.”