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After I met you, I started dreaming in colors. And that’s saying a lot for someone who’s only known what it feels like to live in the dark.
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"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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Just a little update that I am now exclusive with @russixnrxt ‘s Dmitry! :) If another Dmitry and I have an ongoing thread/plot, I am willing to complete that, but from this point onwards I will not be engaging in any new interactions with other portrayals of Dima.
i love you!! and dima loves anya ;-)
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‘Maybe this is a mistake,’ is a thought that Anya has had about a hundred times between asking Vlad about Dmitry’s whereabouts and actually standing at his doorstep now. It had been easy at first to pretend that she no longer cared for the conman, his whereabouts, or his well-being. Everything was supposed to fall into place once she had found Nana, for she had finally found the two things she had been searching for all this time: a home and her family. She had tried to forget about HIM. Tried to forget the sting of his betrayal ( still fresh in her mind even now ) as she readjusted to life with grandmother. However, the moment the elderly woman had inquired about her “Young Man” and revealed that he had REFUSED the reward money, the anger and hatred that Anya had felt towards him had broken down instantaneously.
She has every right to hate him. He may have refused the reward in the end, but he had still used her as a pawn in his grand SCHEME. Truthfully, she can’t tell anymore who she was angrier at. Him, for using her? Or herself for not seeing it sooner? Dmitry had mentioned the “small reward” for finding Anastasia before her lessons in becoming his and Vlad’s version of the Grand Duchess had started. Anya herself hadn’t truly even believed in the possibility that she may be ‘Anastasia’ until Dmitry had presented her with the music box and she had seen clear images ( memories ) of her mama and papa for the first time in years. A part of her is certainly still angry at herself for not seeing the signs of the con sooner. Yet the last six months of anger, heartache, and longing had also taught her that genuinely hating Dmitry is futile. Anya cannot recall anybody ever hurting her as badly as he has, yet she also cannot recall ever loving anybody as fiercely as she does Dmitry either.
Nana’s revelation had made her want to run towards him at that exact moment. Something had shifted in their dynamic between the alleys of Saint Petersburg and the City of Light. She had started to see him in a different light long before she had remembered their shared childhood memory. Now, despite her continuing anger, Anya is done denying her feelings for him. Swallowing her fears of uncertainty and insecurity, she finally knocks on his front door.
There had been a million questions that she had imagined wanting to ask him in this moment. ‘Why did you lie to me? Why didn’t you take the reward money? Why did you leave me?’ Yet now, as he comes into view and her heart races and wide eyes greedily consume every feature she has so dearly missed, Anya barely remembers how to breathe. Let alone put any of she wants to tell him into words. In the end, a quiet ❛ Dmitry… ❜ is the only thing that she can get out.
Dmitry had expected it to be a quiet day. That’s how all his days seemed to be ever since leaving Russia and the con life behind him. He was a real working man now. The mere thought made him scoff more often than not. It was about time he had an actual job rather than pawning off some stolen souvenirs to tourists who were stupid enough to pay the outrageous price he was spitting out to them. He was happy to keep his head down low while working at a small market in the town in the backroom stocking and avoiding any interaction with customers as much as possible.
It was supposed to be a quiet day, until the abrupt knock on his front door.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Dmitry reluctant paused in making a packed lunch for his shift that day and headed toward the front door. Opening the door, all blood seemed to rush from the man’s body as he took in the woman standing in front of him. Anya. What was she doing here? How did she find him?
❛ What are you doing here? ❜ Came the rather harsh and abrupt response from the man. It’s all he could even think to say to her. He was stunned she had even wanted to seek him out in the first place. Was she there to yell at him again? It’s not like he didn’t deserve it, because he did, but that was the only reason he could even fathom to think would be why she had sought the man out once more after months of being separated from one another.
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