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[suntusita]

DEATH:  An  abandoned  train  station  at  dusk

tarot based scene ✧˖° accepting

A shiver traced its way up Mirèlha's spine as she followed Danylo, her eyes growing wider with each step deeper into the station. Intimidation tightened in her stomach, her fingers almost clutching the fabric of his jacket as she trailed behind, little gasps escaping her lips. She considered herself adventurous, but not this adventurous. She rather take the endless, open sea any day over the echoing emptiness of this place. Fear followed her gaze as she registered every detail: the cracking walls, the dangling wires, the rusting metal.

"Do you…do you know what you're doing?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "I heard once… that trains can come back to life sometimes." Her source? Thomas the Tank Engine.

[czesarevich]

[ text: Льоша! ] [ IMG ]

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[TEXT: Даня] Wow

[TEXT: Даня] He seems very polite

[TEXT: Даня] Where do you find these things man 

[suntusita]

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[ text: saleté ] [ img ]

[mauerfrau]

[ text: лілія ] [ IMG ]

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She squints at her phone. 

[TEXT] Right back at you. 

[seekesotsibteadmist]

[ text: саймко ] [ IMG ]

[text] whoa. this is really cool!

[text] hey hey - this is quite the surprise hello!

[radiomayak]

[ there's a knock on ivan's door, but he probably could've heard danylo coming by the tinny rattle of his engine puttering down the road. he's stood on his hip and tut-tutting, wearing an expression of only mild trepidation; that's not necessarily uncommon whenever he pays ivan a visit. when did they last see each other, again? it had to be a few new years ago, right? well. for what it's worth, he's toting around a bottle of khortitsya brand vodka. he can't remember if ivan still drinks, but it would be boorish to come empty handed, now, wouldn't it? ]

Ivan swung open the door with his lungs full of breath, his greeting rushed like a sigh after a sprint.

“Ah! Danya! You’re just in time–“ Kolya jammed his head past Ivan’s leg and eyed Danylo up and down. “Come in! G- Oh, go inside, come on.” Kolya only pranced back into the house when Ivan shoved him gently with his knee.

His door opened up in the meridian between his the kitchen to the right and a dining area to the left, with a couch, a TV, and a half-empty weight rack. A tiny hallway straight ahead offered two closed doors. Every surface was clear, and many were empty, spartan compared to the collections and object libraries that adorned his house.

Ivan walked towards the kitchen, but motioned towards the dining area. “I just put away the groceries. I’ll bring out some cheese.”

[uberdrussig]

[ danylo is simply standing in front of the banked canoe, not unlike 🧍‍♂️. he's fiddling with the straps on a life jacket that is working very hard to mold around his lightbulb shaped body. ] D-Dietro... I can swim. Do I need to wear this...? [ his german is very bookish; textbook from the 1980s bookish, in fact, but he seems to insist on doing this to himself! ] I look like--like a dweeb...

[ he rolls his own shoulders forward, looking danylo dead in the eye and silently instructing him to do the same so he can help him manage those straps. ]

I do not know what that means, but you will look like nothing at all when the Rhein's whimsical rapids decide to carry you away if you're not wearing one of these. That has got to be worse than looking like a dweeb.

[niekonepadarysi]

Is that something you want to talk about?

Well, typically my mushroom-picking spots are top, top secret, but...I do not mind sharing with you.

[His voice takes a much more dramatic tone here, though the crinkling at the corners of his eyes betrays a slight smile.] As long as you promise to take this knowledge to the grave.