#para:andrei

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ANDREI | double date madness with @jouesrose, @heartlosttravelers (Raoul), and @ashencreature (Elias)

Andrei wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to this, but Juliet’s face had lit when he’d mentioned that Raoul had been wanting to meet her. Somehow, plans for a double date between Andrei and Raoul and Juliet and her boyfriend, Elias, had progressed from there. Juliet had chosen the restaurant, and Andrei looked around for the other couple as he and Raoul stepped inside the warm interior. “I’m not sure where they’re sitting,” he said to Raoul before movement in the corner of his vision caught his eye.

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@dcarhcarts | con’t from (x)

Prince Andrei had been drifting between half-asleep and half-awake, watching the shadows on the walls shorten and lengthen and then disappear entirely, over and over as one day bled into the next. Somehow he knew that there was no use in counting the days anymore. The thought did not bother him as much as he vaguely knew it ought to. 

When he turned his head, Natasha had been there, and once again that sense of happiness had overtaken him. She was a light. He’d asked her a question, and her radiant eyes had transfixed him. Prince Andrei smiled as she took his hands. “I love you,” he told her. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you. Your soul awoke mine... I want to weep for joy.”

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ANDREI | (Hoo Boy) @dcarhcarts (for Natasha)

The metro car had emptied out, leaving only Andrei and her, and Andrei had already glazed his eyes, his mouth in a thin line. From where he stood, holding onto the rail as the car lurched forward, he could almost avoid seeing her, except for flashes out of the corner of his eye. He should’ve left Moscow for good. He would have, except that Marya had asked him to come back when their father had his stroke, and Andrei wasn’t so callous as to refuse.

He had been on his way back to the hospital now when he’d seen her across the car. Despite there now being plenty of empty seats and a ways to go until his stop, he didn’t take a seat, the monotonous clunking of the train and the voice overhead announcing the stops the only sound. But still, Andrei was aware of her as if she shone. 

The metro entered a tunnel, and then suddenly the train heaved itself to a stop, causing Andrei to stumble and catch himself hard with the rail, his knuckles white, almost dropping the bag Masha had asked him to bring. Andrei winced and looked out the window at the cement tunnel, and it was then that the lights of the train flickered and went dark. Twisting to peer behind him in the sudden darkness, Andrei squinted his eyes as he tried to see if Natasha had also been thrown in the sudden stop. “Natalia?” he asked into the blackness, his tone neutrally sharp. “Are you all right?”

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@dcarhcarts | con’t from (x)

Prince Andrei took the glass and raised it to Pierre, but behind the ironic smile he wore was nothing but tiredness. But he didn’t drink; holding the glass, he shook his head slightly. “Ashes to ashes indeed, dear heart,” he said. “So it must all end -- in death!” Prince Andrei drank then, and his smile was less bitter but merely hollow. The army to which he was once again going seemed far away with Pierre there, and yet all too near. “It seems to me that these things are all so insignificant -- all these things that used to be so important,” the prince said, looking at Pierre, “love and country and all that, are just distractions. Once we’re gone, so are they. It doesn’t matter to the birches or the sky that people were so caught up with these things.”

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@ashencreature | con’t from (x)

He could still see her eyes glitter even in the darkness before she kissed him, the kiss sending a soft rush through his veins that part of him wanted to reel away from. But then her hand found his under the sheets and held on, and Andrei deepened this kiss slightly, finding that he only wanted more, more. 

But then he broke apart, looking down at her through the darkness, not knowing whether either of them truly wanted this at this moment. It was like standing at the edge of a cliff, wanting to fall into the darkness but finding yourself hanging on once you were buffeted by the winds. His skin seemed to hum. If she wanted this...

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ANDREI (feat. guest muse LISE) | @heartlosttravelers​, for Raoul

A eight year-old boy fidgeted slightly as he and his mother stood outside the door of a Paris apartment, far from the Petersburg in which the child spent his school years. But it was autumn holidays, which meant it was one of the four times Lise took Nikolai to visit his father, her ex-husband. 

She rang the bell, and as Nikolushka smiled at the buzz, she summoned up a smile in return. If it was a slightly weak one, that could be forgiven -- it had been a few years, and while she did firmly believe the two of them were both the happier for it, it was certainly strange to see the man she’d spent three years married to as, well, a stranger. 

However, the man who opened the door was not Nikolai’s father. “Oh,” Lise said the door opened, a polite smile springing automatically to her face, though she couldn’t quite mask the air of confusion. “Oh, you must be Andrei’s...”

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ANDREI | starter for @heartlosttravelers, for Raoul

He’d been on their couch, reading a book and trying to ignore the smoky haze drifting in from the kitchen, when the smoke detector finally went off. Andrei very deliberately set his bookmark in between the pages, set the book on the coffee table, and slowly went into the kitchen to see Raoul frantically trying to dig a fallen piece of food out of the stove burner with a fork.

“Ralyusha, stop,” Andrei said with a sudden amused fondness, (accidentally calling him the name by which he’d been thinking of him and not even realizing it,) rolling his eyes and setting the pot Raoul was also attempting to hold onto an unused burner. “Turn the stove off, first. Then the smoke detector.”

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@ashencreature | con’t from (x)

“I know the journey was tiring,” Andrei said as he looked down at her fluttering eyes, his voice quiet, brusque, but not unkind. “You barely get enough rest as it is.” He looked away from her, at the light peeking in through the heavy drape of the curtains.

He could vaguely hear the bustling of the household below - Bogucharovo was not as large of a house as Bald Hills. Still, he doubted his wife would have trouble occupying herself here.