petro

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[petrosoletsky]

When Petro finally gets Marya back to Karyna’s apartments he’s exhausted, overheated and has the worst tan lines of his life. His feet may never again stop having two white strips on them. But the youngest member of the family hasn’t stopped looking at the hair wrap since she got it an hour ago and she even got them both tie on bracelets that match it. So it was a successful afternoon. “Ryna we’re back!” He calls out as Marya is already getting herself distracted by the television. “We passed a tapas place that looked cool for dinner but they only open at like 8″ @karynasoletskaya​

[petrosoletsky]

hshclaude​:

“no, don’t touch me!” he didn’t mean to snap. petro had come here, after all, at claude’s behest, who had sent a foreboding ‘we need to talk’ text this morning with the promise of a cool drink. “i’m sorry - i think i’ve been burnt, mon coeur. no one told me it was going to be this hot.” @petrosoletsky​

His hands go into his pockets at the command, his fingertips tingling from the second of contact. That set the tone of the conversation well enough if Petro hadn’t already gotten the memo from the text. Claude’s response to Petro being back to the program being that they had to talk was - concerning. Petro felt like he was being broken up with again. Wasn’t quite sure what else could be torn out of their relationship other than memories. That short touch had been their only physical contact in months. In these circumstances the pet name stung. But he could play along. “I have my 50+ spf for when you stop pretending you don’t burn just as easily.” it’s almost funny how easy he can slip back into a tone of normality. Karyna would probably be proud. If she wasn’t busy telling him to stop seeing Claude. “And some after sun.”

[petrosoletsky]

what is your favorite pet name to be called?

“I got a notification on my home app a week ago that Karyna made the fridge stop calling the user good boy and i may never recover. How am i supposed to function without constant reassurance and attention?”

[petrosoletsky]

31: 🍇+🥝

🍇  :    how would my muse describe their childhood?  how much has it impacted the person they are now,  or will become as an adult?  around what age did they or will they start to mature,  and why?  do they wish to go back to their days as a child,  or have they embraced adulthood?  

He would probably describe his childhood has happy. Going away for school while sad at first ended up being quite good for his natural extrovert tendencies and he got a lot more socialisation than he would have if he stayed at home. At the same time literally the only reason hes #likethis is because of his inferiority complex from his sibs. He’s very much a peterpan complex and idk if he will ever really grow up. Something would have to change quite drastically for him to mature. Gives off single uncle for life vibes. 

🥝  :    does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits, interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it?  

... he has the unusual habit of falling in love with anyone thats nice to him lmao. I don’t think he’s like - passionate for anything and that’s like 80% of the reason for all his problems. He trives as the center of attention if you only know him superficially but there’s not really much there to back it up. rip.

[petrosoletsky]

36 : 💧 + 🧊

💧          »        when    was    the    last    time    your    character    did    something    for    the    first    time    ?

Probably when Leon originally gave him those projects - he was never a first, second or third choice to represent the family in politics. Recently he was sent back home on some more public speaking projects so that was probably a first to. He’s been doing... fine.

🧊          »        what    does    your    character    first    notice    about    another    individual   ?

Surprisingly enough probably eyes + smile. Petro may not be the brightest tool in the box but he lives off people energies - he sort of decides from the first 30 seconds if you’re someone whose company he will enjoy or not. That can then evolve into romantically or platonic don’t the line but he doesn’t really change is mind on people he dislikes. I’d say probably 80% of that is gathered from eye contact / how real a persons smile is. 

[detectivehole]

gay sex will not fix this situation. honestly, it'd probably make it worse. that being said i think we should give it a shot anyway

[petrosoletsky]

helenadobrasil​:

Helena pinched her thumb and forefinger together to squash the distant light emanating off the horizon. If she forced a little harder, she swore she’d be able to conquer the pesky twinkle that catch her eye every time she’d taken a sip. The bottle of champagne still adorned with the torn foil where the cage used to sit above the cork. She didn’t even have the energy to peel it off because there’s where she could toss it. Sad and inebriated didn’t give her the pass to litter. She turned towards the shuffling sound of feet, her hand dropping back to the railing. “No one is here,” she lifted her free finger to her lips. “I didn’t see you and you didn’t see me.” Helena bowed her head with a chuckle. “I’ve narrowly avoided everyone but you. We gotta stop meeting like this,” she mumbled before pulling a stiff drink from the bottle as her haze tore away from his. “…I’m going to start thinking you’ve got a crush on me.” 

“Ah” he nods along, finally pocketing his lighter so he may take the bud out of his mouth. “one of those nights” He comments still nodding. He could deal with that. With anonimity for the few further moments he would still be in public. Just two people, alone, yet inhabiting the same physical space in the cusp of morning. He would drown his sorrows in red wine and reawaken the barely functioning shell of himself with the smoke. He would be good as new for the tomorrow that was threatening to come. He’s surprised she continues speaking, but the most basic and intrinsic part of him can’t help but respond. Be needed, be noticed. He sits on the bench beside her. Flicks the ash away with his non dominant hand before putting his glass down by the railing. “Sorry to break your streak.” it’s a quiet sound, words not quite daring to disrupt the day as it is born in front of them. 

[petrosoletsky]

jinzhaohui​:

          he waves him off,     “   nah,   as someone who’s been tricked into a cult once,   this shit’s harmless compared to that.   now if the bride were a virgin   –    ”     though it seemed very unlikely,    “   then we may be veering into cult territory.   ”

“Well you have been tricked once.” he comments the slightest grin on his lips.

[petrosoletsky]

diannayi​:

she wasn’t hungover, not in the slightest! but it was the unusual taste of beer that had left her with a slight headache and discomfort when facing the bright morning sun… surely that doesn’t count. “can you pass the… orange ju— oh!” she blinked a few times behind her large celine sunglasses, recognising the figure seated on her right. “you’re pierre, mimi’s brother’s fiancé, aren’t you?” …or boyfriend …or husband, it hardly mattered. ( @petrosoletsky​ ) 

“Petro” he mumbles as he grabs the juice and fills her cup for her. It’s to early into a morning he’s not quite proud of to be talking about Claude. He just wants to get his fried and fatty foods in and disappear into a plane to Kiev with Karyna for a few days. Visit some children’s hospitals or animal shelters to clear his soul of sin or something. “Ex-Fiancé” he corrects fork stabbing the waffle with much more force than it was necessary.

[petrosoletsky]

elocs​:

                        “    only if you’re not taking part,    ”    she says, a grimace on her lips as she takes in petro’s choice of outfit.    why is he dressed like a christmas tree  ?    is that what is considered white tie in ukraine  ?    she pulls out the polaroid camera she had found earlier, and snaps a quick picture before petro can even refuse.    “    worst dressed  !    thank you.    is this all you had in your wardrobe  ?    was it an impromptu decision to come to the wedding  ?    why do you look so disgusting  ?    ”

“Careful that almost sounds like a compliment” He jokes before he even meets eyes with the woman. The contortion of her features almost make him want to swallow the words back in - was it really that bad? Had he lost his touch this much? The picture comes even more without warning and he’s left blinking at the flash scoffing at the insults. “Thanks.” He looks fine. It’s like earthy or whatever. Natural. Claude had picked it out and they were matching. He could be dressed like a clown for all he cared. “That’s not the suit, it’s just my face.” 

[petrosoletsky]

hshclaude​:

“i suppose…” the events were starting to blur together. he asked for another shot. maybe then it’d be so blurry he won’t see his partner’s transgressions; that he’d end up blind, again, to all the reasons why this wasn’t their wedding. “one day i’ll be able to keep up with who you’re related to,” he joked. “i’ve only got mimi and papa. i don’t know if - have i mentioned i’ve been going to visit him lately? i think he’d be happy to know you haven’t been coming home. he’d think we’re broken up, or something silly like that!”

“Papa?” he can’t help but repeat. Surely he miss heard. Surely he’s confused. Who the fuck was papa? Claude couldn’t possibly mean the Monaco King could he? Since when was it Papa? What the fuck had Petro missed. He’s not sure his silence is helpful, he’s not sure quite what to do. In another life he would have tried to tell Claude this was masochism. That that man was barely a father to the children he actually acknowledged, much less Claude. But did he have any right now? To protect Claude from his own stupidly large heart? He grabs the next shot as it comes. Gets into the system easily. “He never liked me very much. Even when I was a kid. Maybe it will win you some points with him.” Is that what you want.. Is this what you want know? Is this how i lose you for good? He grabs Claude’s hand as he’s about to ask for more shots. “Dance with me” it’s not so much a question as it is his pride wanting to salve over it’s own wounds.

[petrosoletsky]

hshclaude​:

migueldobrasil​:

“ não — no. ” words left his mouth without its usual calculated grace, the question disarming him completely. “ i think we can be spared. ” yet around them, people indulged in the ritual. perhaps, if he saw it like the rite of peace, the suggestion would feel less shameless. “ maybe if you leaned in, i can pretend to plant one on your cheek. like the trick they used to do in films, ” he said, punctuated with a small laugh.

“pfft - sure.” what harm would it do, anyway? claude wasn’t about to force a kiss on anyone for a game! instead, he placed a hand on the other man’s cheek, as gentle as he hoped petro had been, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “no accidental kisses this way,” he explained with a smile, hand dropping near immediately. “i need a drink! do you want one, too?”

He’s tired of the stomping. It’s fucking with his head. It’s too loud. It’s to often. It’s mocking every cell of his body who thinks this is how life in general could be.. He’s too close to the centre of this one to immediately run. To pretend he didn’t hear it until he was far enough away from everyone. At least he’s not ridiculously tall here, half of the guests match his height well enough that his attempt at an escape is almost hidden in the natural movement of the crowd. He’s not planning on ending up seeing Claude - it’s still 23 minutes to early. Maybe they can laugh about it. Maybe he’s a masochist. Maybe he just wants an excuse. For himself. He barely took a step when Claude moves to kiss Miguel. Oh. It’s nothing. Not really. It’s too much how fucking nice they look together. He’s not quite sure if he’s jealous or longing. He is leaving however. @migueldobrasil​

[petrosoletsky]

The night was almost over. Thank god. He had lost himself at some point, giving up on staying sober and deciding red wine sad was almost a pleasant distraction from his normal thoughts. The cake had been cut, soon enough he would be pleasantly tipsy and ready to retire to his hotel room after a good scandal free outing. Splendid. He refilled his glass from the bottle he had almost finished by himself and walked around the perimeter of the party to one of the balconies. He was already lighting his smoke as he opened the door to the cold air. “Oh.” blink. “sorry I didn’t see anyone was here.” he mumbled around his cigarette trying to move against wind from her so the smoke would not blow in her direction. @helenadobrasil​

[funnytwittertweets]

[petrosoletsky]

karynasoletskaya​:

“ tradition, petro. it’s a tradition. ” a curious gaze studies his features, unable to ascertain whether he’s sounding uncultured on purpose. “ you aren’t intending to participate in the points game this time, are you? ” she’s surprised, mostly pleased, that he isn’t taking this opportunity to kiss people left and right, but she would still like his confirmation.

“Cults have traditions too.” he tells her. He manages a few seconds before the left side of his mouth can’t help but rise. It wasn’t even tradition. He’d googled it, only the newlyweds were supposed to kiss. He looks at her at the question - what was she trying to find? What hidden thought was she hoping to gather from his obvious answer. Karyna was always to good at this. It was nice to have been able to fall apart for once without her examining every move he made. He missed her dearly. “I wasn’t really playing the other time either honestly. I was just very drunk.” he tells her now with a more pronounced grin. It was easier to re-focus on that night as a drunk haze than anything else. 

[petrosoletsky]

hshclaude​:​

he didn’t pay attention to the time it took for petro to even look at him anymore. that was juvenile. high school. claude tapped the bar twice and held up two fingers. two shots should do it. “i don’t understand the point of this game.” he offered a shot to his partner. “the bride is beautiful. do you know her well?”

“They probably found the one in Monaco amusing” he comments looking around “The worst dancer and worst dressed are a little mean. Specially for a wedding” he comments. The shoot is placed in front of him. It’s gonna fuck with his sleeping pills. He takes it regardless. “Uhm” The sound is negative as the shot travels down his throat warming him slightly. “don’t even know the groom that well honestly.” he points with the now empty glass across the room “His older brother is married to my cousin. Tekla.”

[petrosoletsky]

“their virgin drinks suck.” He complains as he finally comes to rest near Claude again. Hand on the back of his chair, no forced eye contact. He had timed himself. Hour and a half. Not even on the dot, taking his time to chat on his way over. He refused to be so pathetic to hoard Claude’s attention just because they had technically came together. “Are you enjoying the wedding? It’s pretty. The printed rules are a little much but-” @hshclaude​