#fanethings

[iamnotthethief]

Cuddle. (for both, obvs)

Based off of this askbox prompt thing.

Elliot (Katya)

"L-Luka, what are you doing?" Katya asked slowly as the much larger man approached her. When he sat, wrapping them both in the woven blanket that still smelled of Romania she couldn’t help but curl into his touch. Craving human contact even when she was afraid of the reasons behind it. 

Fane

Looking up from the doodles he had been decapitating with an eraser, Fane raised a skeptical eyebrow. He was curious as to why the Russian had suddenly felt the need to sit next to him, let alone share a blanket. “Is there reason for this? Okay, okay, I will give you the raise, no reason to try and bribe me with wares and warmth. I am of Romania, not Russia. My blood does not run as ice.” Playfully he batted the other away, though not enough to actually force him to move.

[iamnotthethief]

How'd you get this? (Fane)

In response to this fantastic idea.

"How did I get what?" Fane pushed away Luka’s hand for a moment, replacing it when he saw what it was the Russian was touching. The scar was on the back of his upper arm, stretching just around to his bicep before disappearing suddenly. "How did I get this?" He pondered a moment, looking offended that something was on his body that he had not known about. "Oh yes…I remember. This one was from fishing trip. I am not very good at casting the line. Seems all I could hook was myself."