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As she grew older she felt more and more need to shed the softness, the tenderness of her youth. Perhaps the only person she still allowed her guard to drop around was Vikas.
So much trust laid before him; what one could do with such power...
She welcomes his invitation, nuzzling up against his side with her face laid across his shoulder. Her fingers absentmindedly run over the fabric of his shirt, mind occupied with the heaviness of their current duties to the council.
“Each new case brings me closer to my decision to dye my hair and run off into the woods. Those who live in secluded cabins have remarkably fewer responsibilities, wouldn’t you say?”
with em accepting his invitation to indulge in a little bit of cuddling, vikas lazily drew his arm over her shoulder, resting his cheek against the top of her head with a tired sigh. the night had been filled with endless debate and paperwork — it felt like a decisive decision hadn’t even been met despite the council’s hours of tireless deliberation. the call to return to the secluded village in siberia tugged at his heart.
❝ as someone who does live in a secluded cabin with few responsibilities, i can agree to that. does the age of retirement call to you like it does to me? leave political matters to the younger one, perhaps, ❞ vikas yawned, fantasizing about hibernating in the tundra like a bear in midwinter.











