"I'm scared. Can I sleep with you?"
The palace Vlad and Dmitry, now also Anya, took residence up in had always become rather eerie once night fell. The wind was particularly fierce that night and the howling was loud enough that it made the large palace even more so eerie and frightening.
Dmitry had his face buried into his flattened pillow and was curled up in his hole ridden blanket atop of a spare cushion and newspapers, sleeping soundly as one could on the floor of an empty bedroom. The fire crackled and popped from its spot in the fireplace. That was one of the select few perks of the palace, there was fireplaces seemingly in each of the abandoned bedroom. He and Vlad made sure to ration the wood they had accordingly to have enough for cold nights like these.
It couldn’t have been too early, maybe two or three in the morning, when Dmitry was startling awake. The creaking of the bedroom door opening had him scrambling to sit up, preparing himself for the worse, when he managed to make out the small figure of Anya.
❛ Anya? What are you doing awake? ❜ Dmitry asked in a rough voice, thick with sleep.
❛ I’m scared. Can I sleep with you? ❜ Came the hesitant reply from Anya.
Dmitry noticed the girl had her own blanket and pillow tucked in her arms, trembling faintly.
It wasn’t proper to have her in his bedroom, just the two of them in such close proximity, Dmitry knew that, but the way she was shaking was tugging at his heart. He had started to grow to become actually fond of Anya since their little dance, seeing the stubborn street sweep in a new light.
She was beautiful, that much was plain to see, and she needed--wanted him. How could he turn her away?
❛ ...Yes, okay. Come here. ❜ He said softly, easing back down to lay down and shift over so the majority of the cushion would be beneath Anya.
Shutting the door behind her, Anya hurriedly made her way into the room and laid her pillow down beside Dmitry’s. She laid down with her body facing Dmitry’s and curled her blanket around her small body. Dmitry even went as far as to drape part of his own blanket over her. She gave him a hesitant smile in response.
❛ ...thank you, Dmitry. ❜ She whispered in the quiet of the room.
❛ You’re welcome. ❜ He smiled faintly in return.
His dark eyes took in the small girl who had stopped shaking as much. In the faint light of the fire he could see the pinkness of her cheek and the soft dip of her cupid’s bow that had him wanting to press the lightest of kisses there. His heart was hammering rapidly in his chest, cursing in his head and wiping away any and all thoughts regarding kissing Anya of all people. This wasn’t some romance black and white film where he saved the day and got the girl. He was a conman, nothing more and nothing less. There was no sense in delusions that would lead nowhere.
Flinching in surprise at the touch to his hand, Dmitry’s dark eyes were drawn to Anya’s bright ones once more. She looked sheepish as her fingers curled around his own and he hesitated before closing his around her own. She smiled and silently settled down, eyes shutting as she tried to let sleep overcome her once more. Dmitry’s gaze landed on their joined hands and then settled back on Anya’s face, a sort of disbelief crossing over his own.
Maybe he wasn’t the hero in this all and maybe he wouldn’t get the girl, but he could enjoy this for one night.
Dmitry settled himself and took in a deep breath, releasing it once his eyes were shut and slowly fell back to sleep with his hand remaining intertwined with Anya’s much smaller one.
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