#kuryckin

[sclc]

speaking in a different language   (  @kuryckin​  )

     napoleon   can’t   help   but   chuckle   under   his   breath.     ‘   i   don’t   understand   why   you   never   swear   in   english   .    ’

[evieenpointe-a]

!! @kuryckin​ liked for a lyric starter – song: “It Is What It Is” from “The Band’s Visit”

“I was romantic...” and now she’s flittering a hand up in the air between them, a dismissal-- “and young, and stupid,” 

as if they were considered comrades, not only in conversation but secrets, Evangeline teasingly bumps her own shoulder into Illya’s: “You know how these things go...”

[sclc]

“I thought you said you were going to do something about this.”   ( @kuryckin​  )

         he looks down , ashamed and avoiding the glance of his partner . he hadn’t even OPENED the file , nor signed anything left in a stack on his desk . the reports were starting to    PILE UP !         ‘   i had company . . .   ’

[sclc]

“what does everybody want here? what do these people want more than anything else?”    ( @kuryckin​  )

        ‘   i think most of the GIRLS would have a definite answer . . . but do go on and make your point , illya    ’        he leans back in his office chair , eyeing his still steaming coffee . 

[sclc]

“you have a lot of trouble with women, don’t you?”   ( @kuryckin​  )

        ‘   you are only    UPSET    because you had to spend the night alone .   ’        he takes a long sip of his coffee , the liquid inside a pale brown .         ‘   that twin bed wouldn’t have been big enough for three , anyway .   ’

[evieenpointe-a]

!! @kuryckin​ // starter !!

“Oh-- Oh, no--” Evangeline stumbles, careful, noticing how the netting of her tutu got caught on a snag of branches. She’d expected this entire ordeal to go by rather quickly, hence why she’d even bothered wearing the tutu on her way from the studio: she hadn’t thought it’d be a bother and really just wanted to get home before the rain started... but here she is! Trapped like a rat! 

Oh, no, indeed!

Girl studders in her steps, delicately, worried about the possibility of ripping the damned thing: and after an awkward twist to try and survey the damage, it’s quite obvious the ribbon had managed to tie up and around that branch as well... who puts ribbons on TUTUs anyway? Avant-garde and ANNOYING if you ask Evie, particularly now... but at least she notices someone not too far away...

“Psst--” as if this ordeal could be considered a conspiratorial secret of sorts, just between strangers-- “Pardon, but uh could... could you... help’a girl out a tidbit...?” asked while pointing vaguely behind her, at the caught tulle and ribbon ties around the bush... “Hate to ask, but...”

[tcughcall]

 ❛     i  don't  care  who  tells  me  salvation  is  not  real    ❜ @kuryckin​ sent  🎤 for a random lyric starter !

[evieenpointe]

!! one liner for @kuryckin​​ ;

“... we can discuss it after you help me down...”