LARA VASILYEV

RUSSIAN TRANSLATOR / ASPIRING PAINTER / ROYALIST

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bosslandry‌:

“I’m just… relieved it’s you instead of someone with a title. Unless you do happen to be a noble, in which case I’d say I’ve got absolutely nothing against them at all. But I just don’t know how I’m even supposed to talk to them,” Boston breathed out in less time than should be possible, nodding his head towards the woman. “I mean – great. Yay. Finding - something? Somewhere? What was the argument here?  Are we supposed to put mint and chocolates in everybody else’s pillows or something? Or are we looking for a library?”

“Honestly, I’m just pleased I get to take part. When she started announcing I figured I would be a translator for two that didn’t speak the same languange.” She nodded in agreement, eyes widening to hear someone think the same as her. “Yes! What do you say? Do they watch the same things? Do they like sandwiches and cheesy pasta? What do you say?” She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and hummed in thought. “I guess so. So how does this work, is it two separate clues or do we put them together to figure them out together.” 

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madlena-kovacic‌:

Being that most people said Croatian sounded like a mix of Italian and Russian in addition to a few of the words either being similar if not exactly the same, Madlena liked to think she could handle her own in the Russian palace and while she did understand roughly 50% or less, probably less, of what came out of the waiter’s mouth some of his phrasings got lost in translation. “Životinja?” She repeated, clearly a slightly different pronunciation than the Russian native but the word was similar both in Croatian and Russian meaning animal which only perplexed Madlena further as she was simply asking if she could have one of the d’œuvres. Luckily, a blonde woman clearly fluent in the language was soon by her side, clarifying what otherwise could have been taken as an insult without the proper context. 

“Oh, no animal,” Madlena concluded with a slight nod of her head before reaching out to take one of the d’œuvres with a napkin. Now, she was more of a meat-eater herself but before trying the predinner food, she turned towards the blonde Russian. “Thanks for that, have you had these before? Are they good? They don’t look very…Russian?” Was that even a thing? Well, to Madlena it was with all those stereotypes food was bound to be affected by it at some point; like the one assuming Russians ate a lot of red cabbage and fish. 

Lara gave a breathy laugh and smile as the princess twigged with the translation, their languages so nearly alike that it would make sense to her. “No problem,” She glanced sideways back to the men she’d walked away from, checking to see if they were still together and if they still needed her assistance. She didn’t want to, and thankfully Madlena pulled back her attention. “No, these aren’t Russian. I think they’re trying to be accomodating, let everyone have something that reminds them of their own home.” It was a nice idea, and she took a topped blini from the tray along with her and took a bite. “It’s pretty good,” She nodded, covering her mouth with her manicured fingers. “I’m hoping they have vatrushka or pirog later.” 

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samsonmorales‌:

Samson only knew a handful of words in Russian, not nearly enough to make it through the dinner party. Most people seemed to know English as a second language so communication was certainly possible, but quite difficult at times. He was mostly just happy that he had managed to avoid much in the way of disaster. So far that evening had been completely devoid of accidental insult or awkward moments of silent. If that could continue on for the rest of his stay until he learned a sufficient amount of Russian, he’d be quite happy. Things were going well enough until he asked the waiter what sort of canapes he was carrying. While the tutor didn’t have any sensitivities to food, he was still far from home and was unsure of the local delicacies. The last thing he wanted to do was put something in his mouth and be embarrassed if he chose to spit it out. But this waiter spoke no English and he didn’t know enough Russian. He was about to give up and send the man on when the woman interfered. Turning his head, he offered her a smile.  “Thanks.” he replied, reaching for one of the canapes. “I was about ready to just give up on trying one of these as I was unsure of what they could be.” he explained.

She smiled at the word of appreciation, waving her fingers to brush it all off. It was nothing, it was her job. Besides, he looked so sweetly lost while the waitor tried to explain, how could she let him go on unhelped? “No!” She furrowed her brows, “You must be bold” She reached out and took a canape herself, raising her brows. "There’s going to be so many delicacies from so many countries while you are here, you must try.” She nudged his hand upwards softly, giving him an encouraging nod. “If you don’t like it you can spit it into my handbag, I wont even complain.” She gave him a smirk and a slow nod, “Come on, what have you got to lose?”

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svetlanaromanova‌:

Sveta felt an odd mixture of pleasure and discomfort as the interaction progressed. On one hand it was the type of attention she disliked, where she seemed to have been put on a pedestal yet again; the woman no doubt expected brilliance and charm from her. Despite her discomfort, however, Sveta was happy that the Romanovs remained popular with at least some of their people. It was the ultimate goal of their carefully crafted image.

“I’m perfectly fine, don’t worry. I just wanted to take advantage of the garden while we have such lovely weather.” she said, smiling again. Sveta’s mind was working quickly, trying to come up with a reason to send the woman back inside so that she could be alone again, when she spotted one of her many bodyguards over Lara’s shoulder. He would no doubt coax the princess inside as soon as he spotted her.

“Do you…Would you like to take a walk with me? Just around the garden? I would love to hear more about your work here.” she asked quickly. No matter how awkward she felt in the blonde’s presence, she knew she wasn’t fit to go back into the party just yet. And, besides, she had a feeling that this Lara Vasilyev would be easier to impress than the future kings and queens she was seated next to.

“Oh,” Lara gave a nod of understanding, straightening up when she realised that she wasn’t intruding on some personal moment, wasn’t stepping on any toes by being there. “Well that’s a good idea, I’m sure it’ll snow again soon enough.” Lara actually liked winters, but she had to admit that not having to wear gigantic coats, thermals, gloves and a hat was actually quite nice. Even now, a sleeveless dress without a jumper over the top, at least not yet. She had a hoodie in the coatroom, that she’d chuck on before she went back to her own place. 

The blonde looked around at the offer, it felt too good to be true, surely it was meant for someone else? “Really?” Her work didn’t sound interesting, not in the slightest, but really there was no chance that she would say no, both for not disappointing someone her senior, and because it was essentially what she’d dreamt of since she was a child. “Of course, I’d love that.” She took a few nervous steps closer. With the rest of the royalty at the party she’d stayed moderately calm, moderately normal, but it was different with Svetlana. 

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bosslandry‌:

“Don’t misunderstand me, I’m stoked we’re not being attacked with foie gras ‘round every corner.I would’ve had to make a living off the land.” Boston shuddered, before quickly replacing that expression with a disarming smile he could flash at the blonder person. “I’m not thinking the room is quite ready for me to start strippin’ yet. Well, I certainly am glad for your presence. Don’t think I’ll be picking up too much Russian in my old age.” There was an announcement of a sort that suddenly hushed the room, and he found himself looking at the butler, at a loss. Explanations being shared, he found himself looking again at Lara – and the matching card in her hand. “Well, hello. Fancy meeting you again.”

Lara grinned back at him, quirking her head and giving a girlish giggle at the image he’d painted in her mind. “Do you strip while you garden? That could be very dangerous,” She teased, looking him up and down once before adding “You should be careful.” Lara was interrupted though by a woman stood at the head of the room. She was excited by the entire prospect, it was like a scavenger hunt and she loved those, even if she was never that great at them. She pulled out the card she’d picked up earlier and laughed when she realised they were the same. “Oh hello! What a lovely surprise seeing you again.”

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alyshaparker‌:

Her shoulders visibly relaxed when the woman confirmed she was not a royal. “Well your dress is beautiful.” Aly said with a smile. “Good job. And good luck. Must be rough having to work for those pricks.” She probably should have been more discreet about her hatred, but it was only the two of them at that time. “I did not! But it’s really delicious. Just, again, really strong.” 

“Thank you,” Lara grinned, smoothing her fingers over the beading. “I actually felt... too dressed up. Can you believe that?! Some of the royals looked so casual.” She practically whispered the last word, not one to speak badly of them, even though it wasn’t really an insult at all. She shrugged her shoulders at Alysha’s comment. “It’s not that bad, a bit boring sometimes. Politics, it’s so dull.” She laughed and nodded along, “The stronger the better!”

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You know who you remind me of sometimes? Mrs. Appleyard

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“why didn’t you tell me?”

“This will sound like a bad excuse, but it’s kind of….daunting?” Lara told her, pulling a face because the whole topic was making her feel awkward and quite frankly terrified. “I mean, you’re you, and I am the translator.”

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bosslandry‌:

“I seriously thought everything that would be served here would be foie gras. It’s totally cool of them to be so accommodating.” Boston barely paused to swallow the canape he’d just snagged from a passing tray, looking from the retreating man towards the others. “Are you training for something diplomacy related or do you just not let a chance for translating slip you by? I thought we were, uh, most of us supposed to be able to enjoy ourselves tonight.” Maybe that was just naive li’l him, though. Or maybe his kind of people were having fun down at the village. Er, more fun.

Lara grimaced at the comment, “Eugh, vile.” She wasn’t a vegetarian, too invested in parma ham and cheeseburgers, but she did have her limits. She watched him swallow the food down with an amused and semi impressed smile. “What, so you’re not going to be doing some live gardening for entertainment?” She teased, then shook her head. “Until everyone here learns the same language I am on the job.” She did air quotes around the final words, shrugging her shoulders. “So basically always.”

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fxckoffthana‌:

Thana couldn’t help but raise both her eye brows, her expression placid and disinterested as she looked at the other. Pulling her other ear phone out, she rolled her eyes lightly with a small shake of her head as she wrapped the wire around her phone. “Seriously?” She asked, finally looking up at the other. “Well thanks, I’ll be sure to tell the guy I stole it from.”

Lara nodded, uncertain how the question could be un-serious, but passed off the misunderstanding as lost in translation. It was her excuse for most things, honestly. “You stole it?” She questioned, a slow smile spreading over her features. “How do you steal a phone case? It’s on the phone!” She exclaimed, immediately impressed by the other woman.

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“actually… i just miss you.”

Lara’s brows lifted and her eyes softened, any residual doubt falling away immediately at the confession. She set aside the fact that Sveta was royal and it was probably inappropriate on a thousand levels, but quickly wrapped her arms around the princess anyway. “You know I miss you too.”

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“cross that. don’t answer that.” + “do it. i dare you.” + “fight me, you attractive stranger.” + “hey… that wasn’t so nice.” + “it’s just a cut, really.”

“cross that. don’t answer that.” 

Lara smirked, lips pressed together tightly and gave a sharp nod. “Okay, I wont answer.” Her smile broke, giving him a smile like she’d won. “But I won’t forget that you asked.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“You’re a terrible influence.” Lara gave his shoulder a quick shove before sighing, wrapping her fingers around the little knick-knack, okay - ornament - before slipping it into her little handbag. “I’m going to replace it tomorrow. If I get fired it’s on you.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

That shut Lara up, pausing to bite her bottom lip and scrunch her nose up in uncertainty. “One day I might actually take you up on that offer.” She managed, the compliment affecting her more than she’d like to admit. It had been a long time.

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“Really?” Lara asked, looking to him as the woman she’d spoken to scuttled away. “Maybe I should follow her, I didn’t mean to be rude. Maybe lost in translation?” She tried to make the excuse for herself, even though her translations were fine and really she had just been too clueless to realise her comment would come off as an insult.

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“You are such a man.” Lara commented, dragging him by the arm to the nearest first aid kit. “You sit. This is not just a cut. You need to be careful with those shears, you could properly hurt yourself.” She pursed her lips at him, shaking her head. “I only have spiderman plasters.”

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“just don’t fuck it up.” - thana

“It is rude how little faith you have in me.” Lara commented as she tried to jimmy the door to the palace wine cellar open with a hair pin. “I watched a youtube video on this once, I’m basically an expert now.”

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“don’t even think about it.”

“Okay but now you’ve said that, how am I ever going to think of anything else? You’ve literally made it impossible.” Lara told her with a satisfied cross of her arms, “Besides, this is too big to ignore.”

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“eventually… you just move on.” (Cassandra)

Lara gave a slow nod at the wise words, extra appreciative considering who was saying them. “I suppose so, but it’s hard. Sometimes I think I don’t want to move on. Not really. I miss him.”

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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

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sophwtf‌:

The scene was all too familiar for the princess. Her body stuffed into a gaudy pink dress, dripping with chartreuse and tulle. She walked along perfectly in her heels. But only due to the fact that she had been forced to walk in the stilts since she first hobbled up on to two feet. She didn’t fly across the world to be right back home. Surrounded by royals, so high up on their high horses to even see her walk by. She was right back to being invisible. Squeaking by the crowds and avoiding all the political talk everyone seemed to be having. For once she just wanted to be normal. To not have her title affect if she was worthy to talk to or not. But it was looking like she wouldn’t get that here. Maybe she wouldn’t get anywhere. Her world would always be surrounded by the superficial. 

As she attempted to scour the waiters for finger foods ( the only good thing about galas such as these ) she began to throw out the little bit of broken Russian she knew at the waiter. After a few back and forth attempts, she was saved by a translator. “Oh great!” She replied to the woman, giving the waiter a thumbs up, before grabbing at the pierogi looking thing on a toothpick. He bowed at her, before walking off. “Thanks for the help. I studied four languages, but of course, Russian is not one of them.”

Lara giggled at the thumbs up, it was something she would never had associated with a princess, and she knew the girl beside her was definitely royal. She then copied her and grabbed one of the toothpicks before he rushed away. “No problem, it’s what I’m here for!” She brushed the matter away and took a small bite of her canape. “Four! Impressive, which ones did you learn?” 

She wondered if they had more cross over languages, imagining them treating one like a secret language, gibberish or something, so they could sneak little comments to each other in the presence of others. Maybe it was delusional for her to imagine actually being friends with the princes and princesses she now worked for, but Lara just couldn’t stop her mind from wandering.