#muse: ivan

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@frozcnhearts - Was successfully converted <3

Under the arifical skies of the garden, the small boy had silently wandered away from the rest of the small group of children, having taken part in the desinated playtime for long enough to have been considered as having participated. It wasn't even as though he didn't get along with the others. It could be difficult to tell at times, as his expressions were usually rather difficult for the other children to read, but Ivan rather enjoyed just watching over their antics, rather than taking part himself. But, that day there was something that had caught his interest even more, something that he was now drawn too, a rumour that the rest of his classmates hadn't seemed to pay too much attention too, yet one that had caught his own attention almost immediatly, or maybe he simply liked knowing what was going on around him? Either way, he'd soon crossed by the pond, the area he usually would now be sitting by, his pace slowing ever so slightly as he approached the edges of the play area.

And there was were he caught his first glimpse of his newest classmate, Ivan half hidden behind one of the trees as he watched the new arrival with silent interest. Anything new or out of place tended to catch his attention, and he wanted the chance to see them before the others - simply out of curiosity, or maybe even protection? Who knew?

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          He’s giving the side eye.

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@oflegends​ (for nikolai!)

              “Lost...?  Do I look lost to you?” question carried with his chin held high and shouldes back.  Never did he fall -- no, he’d come too far to let himself unravel.  His master would return, surely.  

                 All had gone according to plan, after all.  Right? 

              “--- I think the only one lost is you.” what could someone like this want with him

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        Quietly side eyes.

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@oflegends​

            It was hard being an artist in a world where people didn’t appreciate art.  His art.  The many years that went into honing his ability, having hope that he’d leave a legacy behind... no matter how small it may have been.  Even one person remembering his name would have been enough.  

                   Life, it seemed, had other plans.  No matter what he did, nothing worked.  Hearsay on the street was that his dolls were creepy, weird, unlikable.  His creations... the only thing he had -- the one joy he had in life; gone.  And now, sitting on some nameless street in Saint Petersburg, Russia, he began to try and come to terms to the fact this is where he’d die.

         Alone.  Miserable.  But what was any different than now?  It had always been that way.  He’d always been miserable and alone.

                       Maybe it was just meant to be.  

           But, the sound of foot steps drawing close catches his attention.  He doesn’t lift his head -- instead, he keeps it lowered and pointed to the ground.  A few of his clay creations sitting at his side, the only thing keeping him company. 

                  “... Have you come to harass me, too?” words are spoken with a heavy and dreary tone, “Go ahead.  It won’t matter, anyway.”

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@frozcnbounds (Continued from [X])

Oh. Didn't he realise that just made him even more curious? The newcomer looked almost startled, as though he had indeed been caught doing something, but as far as Ivan could see that wasn't the case. Then why so jumpy? Maybe he was about to do something wrong? Such antics always amused him in this place that was governed by such strict rules, so, curiosity truly spiked now, he walked towards the blonde. "Hmm? I didn't see anything. Was there something I missed?", he lifted his hand to shield his eyes, making a show of glancing around the blonde boy, "And I see nothing cool either - other than maybe you. Who are you? I haven't seen you around before".

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Gives Ivan an ( alien ) egg.

The heck was this thing? These types of gifts were one of the many reasons he never really took the time to look through the gifts that he'd be sent - his owners would give him anything useful if they felt it was worthwhile...and now the one time that he'd decided to prod through the room out of sheer boredom, he'd come across...this. Whatever this happened to be. It looked like some kind of plastic egg? Inside was a squishy type of slime, and what he suspected was supposed to be an immitation of a baby alien? Honestly, he hadn't given it much thought on just how those creatures actually came into being...were they born like humans, hatched from eggs - or something else? He didn't know, he hadn't ever cared - and now he was poking at this slime baby wondering just why anyone would gift this of all things to him.

Was it some type of toy? It felt weird. He'd quickly decided that he didn't care for it, closing the egg and dropping it in the nearby waste can.

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@ofcrossroads - Plotted Starter

There was a buzz of activity around him, but he sat there with his eyes closed, as though not bothered at all by anything that was happening. Every now and then he'd catch a few words as he was told to move his face in a certain direction as his make up was applied, but otherwise, he may as well have been a living statue. He wasn't being rude or anything, simply doing what was expected and nothing beyond that. Numb to the world, his thoughts a thousand miles away from this studio and instead fixed on the nightmare of a task that laid before him - that being round six of alien stage. The top three. Nothing about who was there was all too surprising to him, but the fact he would soon be going against Till, it was difficult to ignore the strange knot that had gathered at such a thought. Was this how Sua had felt - or had she simply always known what her choice was to be?

The sound of a chair moving nearby and the whiff of an unknown scent, was what finally had him opening his eyes, a few seconds taken to adjust back to the light, before his gaze fell to the figure that now sat by his side. Luka. As it stood, Ivan didn't know all that much about him - other than what he'd seen so far in the competition and overheard from the various aliens who'd chatter away around him with little regards that he may be listening. Who would worry about their pet overhearing anything worthwhile, right? Being this close though, it was easy to see as to why he was always described as rather angelic - though Ivan was sure there was a darkness hidden within such light.

He continued to stare, silently taking in every little detail of the man beside him, watching the way his pale skin seemed to gain just a little extra colour from the make-up, the way he seemed so delicate, as though his skin would simply crack if someone was to apply just a little pressure. He just managed to hold back the urge from reaching out and testing out the theory for himself.

But this angel was the one that either himself or Till would need to win against...was that so far? If anyone had a chance, perhaps it would be Till - Ivan shouldn't win against something so blindly bright...although shadows did require light to survive. A slow blink at his thoughts, before he returned to his silent study session.