silence is violent

Misha Iain Valenko screenwriting teacher orchestra director single father 29 years old

[vikander]

[violetjohnston]

Violet stopped tapping her foot and raised her hands defensively in the air. Right now, she just wanted to return to her dorm, so it worked in her favor to collaborate with him. Plus, deep down, she had a heart. If it was so important for him to find this, she wanted to help. She walked into the room, looking down at the floor for any sign of a ring. She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, a bit unsure of what to do. “Um, do you remember when was the last time you took it off?” She asked, attempting to be helpful.

[mishavalenko-blog]

Misha could feel his pulse just skyrocketing as he began to panic internally, his hands beginning to fidget with each other. He felt naked without it on his finger, his other fingers worrying over the tan line from the band. “I... I took it off before cleaning the, uh.. uh, wind instruments,” he mumbled, quickly crossing the room to check the area where he did that. “Блядь, Блядь, Блядь...” he cursed under his breath over and over, shuffling papers around. “It’s, uh.. uh, silver? With engravings, I just... I put it down for a moment,” he found himself rambling. 

[okiemason-blog]

“And I bet if he ever tried it, you’d pull that leash right on back.” She joked, laughing as the remark left her lips. Calliope ran her fingers through her hair, tossing it to the side, “It’ll happen eventually, Misha. When you least expect it, too.” She shrugged, “Oh, come on. It’s not gonna be something huge. Maybe a cute pair of shades from Five Below?”

[mishavalenko-blog]

Strangely, he felt himself laughing, and he ducked his head down out of pure habit. “Oh, definitely,” he agreed, looking up at her with a genuine smile this time. He shook his head. “No, I refuse. He’s not allowed to grow up,” his voice rather decisive for what should be a joke. “He doesn’t need sunglasses, you shouldn’t worry about that.”

[violetjohnston]

Violet crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows, slowly realizing there must have been something wrong with Misha when he didn’t give in to their usual bickering. “Well, do you need any help?” She tapped her foot, her voice still tinged with impatience. “What are you looking for?”

[mishavalenko-blog]

His mind was in this frenzied, buzzing silent state that rang through his ears as he searched. To him it was frantic, but to others it would mostly appear calm and collected as he was most of the time. He didn’t respond to her first question, waving his hand in her direction. “Stop... doing that,” he muttered in a dismissive tone, needing to focus. He straightened up after shuffling through a few papers. “A ring,” he stated rather bluntly, finally glancing over at her and crossing the room to look some more.

[axmilsism]

Axel shook his head to the older male “Yeah sorry I was.. I was uh trying to convince my dad to not send me home” he sighed shaking his blonde hair “Anyway! you’re life is more interesting than mine  Mr.V.. You actually can go do things freely!: Ax said to looking down to his phone texting Bailey back smiling “How was class been? I haven’t been in a few day to there either sorry’

[mishavalenko-blog]

Misha sat up a bit at the mention of Axel’s father, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning. “Send you home..? Why would he want to send you home?” That in itself was enough to worry Misha. He shook his head, smiling a bit before saying, “My life revolves around grading papers and a toddler, so not very exciting...” During the small lull, Misha mindlessly read some emails from administration, his eyes flickering back to Axel as he shrugged a bit. “It’s been pretty calm, most classes are working on a uh, longer form piece... not much to make up, unless you haven't started.”

[cntrlkaitlyn-blog]

“I am a disaster, though,” she shrugged. “These chairs don’t have spiders on them, do they? I mean, I have a tarantula as a pet, but spiders I don’t know kinda freak me out.”

[mishavalenko-blog]

“You shouldn’t say that,” Misha said, frowning. He didn’t like it when students thought lowly of themselves. He started to pull out a few chairs, just shaking his head. “I don’t think so...” and then trailed off, his eyes widening. “You have a pet tarantula, but you’re scared of spiders?”

[mishavalenko-blog]

i’m gonna go do some homework and i’ll be back to do more replies bc i know i have a ton to do ahhhhh

[kndness]

“ i feel like i may have accidentally baked too many cookies, and there’s no way i’m eating all of these by myself, so if you want some, they’re yours. ”

[mishavalenko-blog]

Misha blinked in surprise, not fully realizing that she was talking to him at first. He ended up clearing his throat awkwardly and sitting up more at his desk before asking, “What, uh, what type of cookies are they?”

[violetjohnston]

“ i really need to lock this classroom, so could you please hurry up with whatever you’re doing in there ?? ”

[mishavalenko-blog]

Even though classes have been out of session for a few hours, Misha couldn’t find it in himself to reply in a snarky manner. He just ran his hand through his hair, mind mostly preoccupied that he didn’t even look over at Violet. “I can’t find it,” he said quietly, almost in a defeated tone, mainly to himself. “I just... need a few more minutes.”

[violetjohnston]

She let out a sarcastic laugh and rolled her eyes. “I suppose I have more important things to remember than your name.” She crossed her arms more tightly, keeping her eyebrows raised and refusing to break eye contact. She clicked her tongue and said, “Now, if only you were brave enough to say that in English.” While he helped one of the students, Violet remained fixed in her position, looking around the classroom while biting the inside of her cheeks. “Well,” she started with a gulp, pressing her lips together. “I’m glad that was sorted out. A pleasure as always, Mr. Flamenco.” She managed to fake one last smile before walking out.

[mishavalenko-blog]

“More important than being a half decent human being?” he shot back quietly, steadily holding her eye contact with ease. Valenko men were taught to not back down from a fight, and if the fight was just simply eye contact... then so be it. “You didn’t specify which language to finish in,” he said dryly, but really, he couldn’t bring himself to actually say it in English even if he wanted to. He watched her leave in silence before letting out a sigh and saying, “Is.. Is flamenco that .. that dance?” A student nearby just simply nodded in response and Misha blinked. “Okay. Alright.” And just went back to work, cooling down the moment she left the room.

[violetjohnston]

Violet’s smile fell almost as soon as she saw him scowling. Her features hardened once more once she realized there was no need to pretend. “And I have just recently started teaching here. Have you considered that I might be having a hard time remembering everyone’s name’s?” She asked harshly, keeping the volume down. Her eyes narrowed at the next thing he said, and she had to take a deep breath in order not to explode. After all, there were students all around, and she wouldn’t let them see her displaying such unprofessional behavior. Not that she supposed they would be surprised, coming from her. She furrowed her eyebrows, shaking her head and crossing her arms. “No, please continue. I’m very interested in hearing what you have to say. What exactly do I spend all my time doing?” She didn’t want it to affect her as much as it did, but he had clearly hit a nerve.

[mishavalenko-blog]

“As you’ve pointed out, we do... share this room. We see each other often enough, you would think you would remember my name by this point,” he mused softly, shrugging a shoulder and bearing a rather expressionless face. Misha leaned back against his desk, holding their eye contact with a steady glare. “Губит всей нашей жизни,” he practically spat out in his mother tongue, his voice dangerously low. He forced another smile and turned off for a moment to quietly help one of the students open up the brass polish, his demeanor completely changed in their presence. When he walked back over to Violet, he pulled out his phone and quietly read off, “Cреда... Wednesday,” he translated aloud in a bored manner. “Now, are you going to stay here or go spend time with your precious friends?”

[darkontheotherside]

[violetjohnston]

Violet couldn’t help the satisfied smirk on her face once she saw the effect her mispronunciation had had on him. “Oh, I’m sorry, was that wrong?” She asked, in the sweetest voice she could muster. “What was it again? Valemo? Valento? Malenko? Oh! Flamenco?” She suggested excitedly, raising her eyebrows innocently. “I do have a family, though. But you know what else I have? Friends. Might be a bit of a foreign concept to you, but they’re the ones I spend my free time with.” Lies. She had made sure to push away every last friend she had and ignored all of their texts and calls. She spent her free time by herself, downing as much alcohol as she could. But of course, she wasn’t about to let him know that.

[mishavalenko-blog]

Misha gave up on trying to fake pleasantries at this point, just scowling in her direction. He glanced around quickly to see that most of the students have gone off to work before dryly replying, “I’ve taught here for 3 years. You know my name. Stop being so petty,” in a low voice so it wouldn’t carry across the room. His eyebrows darted up at her next response, just grinning, “You have friends?” he repeated in a mocking tone. “You? I find that hard to believe especially when you spend all your time--” and stopped himself there, figuring that what he wanted to say was a step too far. So, he mustered another tight smile and said, “Never mind.” Most of Misha’s own friends resided back in Europe, he was too consumed by work and being a single parent to really actively make friends. But he wasn’t ashamed of that, it was just reality.

[violetjohnston]

“You seem to forget, Mr. Valenso,” she started, purposefully getting his name wrong, “that this is also where I teach Glee. Making it our room. If you insist that it is your day, though, I wouldn’t mind taking the afternoon off. Just don’t expect me to cover for you next time. It’s not like you have much to do during your free time, anyway.”

[mishavalenko-blog]

Her mispronunciation of his name just made him tense slightly. He stood up a bit straighter and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, if you can’t even remember how to pronounce my name, I think that is a testament to your memory.” Then, he took a moment to smile, his blue eyes cold and narrowed when she brought up the room. The name on the door doesn’t say Glee, he thought to himself, but letting it drop. “I do have a family, but... I don’t think you have one of your own, so I can’t imagine how you spend your free time.” She was the last person he would ask to cover for him, she would most likely trash his room and blame the students just out of spite.

[carudamon119]

[mishavalenko-blog]

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[mishavalenko-blog]

“I think you’re nice, if that counts for anything in your book,” his voice soft because he knew that even though he said it, she probably wouldn’t believe him. That was the hard part of working with teens, they’re all at a stage of development where their self-esteem is almost troubling. And it wasn’t like Misha could fix that either. 

He cleared his throat a little bit and offered her another smile. “I have a class to teach now, so I have to go. But take your time and just... find me if you need anything, okay?”