blessing - fyodor dostoyevski
(A small Fyodor blurb because im simping for him again >< i just want to pet his hair <33)
Sometimes, Fyodor wonders how exactly he ended up with you in his arms. How the world had finally shown him some mercy, and sent you, like a blinding securing light to his way. He remembers, clearly and vividly, the day he first saw you, the way your cheeks and nose were ruby red, the top of your head covered by a fur hat, your hair gracefully flowing down your shoulders, touching your neck, where a golden cross necklace made its bed.
He has the same vision right now. Your cheeks are glowing peachy red, your head resting against his pillows, your hair tangled in his sheets, framing your whole face, and in your neck a golden necklace with a locket, right below the cross one you already had. His initials were carved into the heart shaped locket, with one of his handwritten letters inside. He had a matching one, that he kept in his pocket all the time, with your initials, and a lock of your hair inside.
Fyodor pulls you close against him, making sure to cover your bare back with the heavy blanket so you would not feel cold in the night. You cling onto him, hands hugging his torso, langs tangling with his. He chuckles, murmuring something in your hair. You dont listen, being asleep, but smile still, knowing, by heart, what he had said. Your body, your soul know Fyodor and all of his affection. You are his salvation after all, and God, how much joy he has in corrupting you, making you more of a human, much more of his.