( @alessandrxs )
three sharp knocks on the door that kseniya has observed to be his, a few seconds of waiting, and too many minutes of almost talking herself out of this. the events that had unfolded at the wedding had left her in a space of uncertainty and fear of coming on too strong and too fast. she waits a moment longer, a box in one arm, leaning upon her knee, before the anticipation gets the better of her, and she sets the box down, turning to leave.














