#rp:andrei

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ANDREI | for @reverdies, for Javert, during the war (just after Austerlitz)

Prince Andrei had been taken prisoner by the French on Pratzen hill, and the pain of being lifted onto a stretcher had been so great that he had lost consciousness. They had taken him to the field hospital. It was not until the next day that he could open his eyes again. The French Emperor had visited the captured Russians and ordered they be treated. Prince Andrei had not stopped thinking about that lofty, blue sky.

There were French soldiers milling about the ranks of wounded Russians. Prince Andrei blinked at the dingy canvas of the tent. The little icon that Princess Marya had given him was resting on his chest. It had been hung around his neck. He slowly turned his head to look at the Frenchman standing near to him, who looked to be only a little older than him.

He tried to speak, but his mouth was so dry it was only a rasp. "Where -- where is this?" he said in French. Outside the tent, the sky awaited.

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ANDREI | starter for @moretreasurewithin, for Ella~

Their carriage rounded the bend, and a house came into view, sitting behind a round courtyard in a green field. It had the sort of charm that only old houses that are starting to crumble have, yet it showed signs of recent repair; fresh paint on the henhouse, new shingles on the roof.

Andrei helped Ella down, but already a voice was calling her name. His eyes softened, even so. “So this was your home,” he said, though he could only cast the house the barest of glances, for the look on Ella’s face was too much to look away from. He watched her as a moth does a light.

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ANDREI | starter for @skyjci, for Dunya - it’s 1834 and their kids are getting marrieddddd

The ektenias had been intoned. The crowns had been held over Katya and her husband-to-be’s heads and then Ekaterina and Nikolai had been lead around three times around the Gospel. She was Princess Tverskaya now.

Prince Andrei Bolkonsky had stood stone-faced through the service, though his eyes had softened whenever his daughter had glanced his way, and he’d held Princess Sofiya’s hand in his almost the entire time. He wanted to weep, though from joy or sorrow, he couldn’t decide; perhaps it was both, and that annoyed him. The groom’s family was large and all of Andrei’s own children were there, as well as his sister and her family. The wedding feast and ball afterwards had grown quite boisterous. 

After watching Prince Tversky gaze fondly into Katya’s eyes and her sigh happily in return, Prince Andrei kissed Sonya’s hand and then stepped away towards a quieter corner of the ballroom for a brief respite from the festivities. He almost felt as if the party were mocking his loss, though he’d known this was coming for some years now. Still, it hadn’t quite prepared him. It should have. (Across the ballroom, Countess Bezukhova had watched her brother slip away with a look of sympathy, though he did not see it.) But how could he not be happy for his daughter? He was. He could not help the lines around his blue eyes crinkling as he caught sight of her laughing, twirling across the floor with her Nikolai. 

He heard steps behind him and then turned to see that it was the mistress of the house herself, the mother of the groom. “Princess Tverskaya,” Prince Andrei greeted her, his voice dry from bittersweetness. “Congratulations. You should know that you have gained an excellent daughter-in-law.”

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ANDREI | this was gonna be the kiss meme but WE’RE WILDIN @skyjci​, for Sonya

Prince Andrei had arrived in Moscow in the evening, and almost immediately his father had told him stories of Natalia Rostova’s abduction. The old prince’s voice had been animated and there had been a cheerful gleam in his eye, but Prince Andrei had gone to bed without any discussion of breaking his engagement to Sonya.

In the morning, he had called on Marya Dmitrievna’s house. Marya Dmitrievna had not received him; the butler had shown him into the drawing room without a word. There were footsteps moving around in the upstairs rooms; he heard the voice of Count Rostov in the hall, though he could not hear what was being said.

After a few minutes, Sonya entered the drawing room. Prince Andrei lowered his gaze and went up to her, then looked her in her face. He felt, looking at her, a settling weight of his duty towards her, but it did not feel like a burden; it was paired with a sense of relief that made the weight joyful. He reached for her hand and kissed it.

"I would like to apologize for not writing when I arrived last night,” he told her, letting go of her hand. “My father’s requirement has been fulfilled, but I have come to ask if you need more time, or if... your mind has changed. Please know that you have always been free, and I will bear you no ill if it has,” Prince Andrei said, though his lips tightened as he said that. 

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ANDREI | soft starter for @enastrcs​, for Natasha

Prince Andrei had been invited by Count Rostov to dinner, and Prince Andrei had accepted, something he would have found unthinkable a few months ago. After dinner, the family and the guests had adjourned to the drawing room, and had naturally split into small groups to converse with each other. Prince Andrei found himself at the window. The moon was shining down onto the Moscow street below, silvering anything that was covered with ice; it had rained earlier in the day and the streets had frozen, becoming slick.

Prince Andrei looked back into the drawing room to see Natasha approaching him, and he smiled at her. “I’m very glad to see you,” he said.

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ANDREI | @sncwfated​ that sonyandrei thread we plotted literally like fifteen minutes ago

For Prince Andrei, the past few days had gone by in a haze of motion and sound, as the Rostovs had transported the injured man with them out of Moscow. The Count and Countess, as well as Natasha, barely knew what to think of his chance of survival. They’d sent a letter to Sonya and one to his sister, Marya Nikolaevna, but they had no way of knowing whether either woman was on her way.

Today, his blue eyes had been blinking open and closed at the wall, and he’d spoken briefly to the doctor in a weak and quiet voice. He did not know who was with him, only that occasionally faces and voices came and went, and that they were all vaguely familiar. The faces and voices had stopped their peeking in because it was now evening, and Prince Andrei, laying on his back, looked at the ceiling of the mostly-dark room. There was a candle lit on a side table next to him. He turned his head slowly, and looked at it. The flame wavered and danced as the wind trickled trough the rough walls. He could vaguely hear people talking, but it sounded as if they were very far off. He heard a loud sound, but could not think of what it was. There was a thing in the doorway, stretched and unnatural, and as he looked at it, everything was painful, and he begged someone to let him be before losing consciousness again. When he came to, he realized that there was someone sitting next to the table by the candle, and then he realized it was his wife. 

Prince Andrei smiled, his lips cracked and dry, his voice quiet and rough as he stirred slightly. He met Sonya’s eyes. “You... My dear.”

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ANDREI | valentines! modern starter for @moretreasurewithin​

Andrei closed the apartment door quietly behind him, bouquet balanced between the bag of normal groceries and his shoulder. The florist had, once again, given him a look that was somewhat condescending as he’d gone to pick up the custom bouquet, and Andrei was still somewhat annoyed that she’d straight refused to do what he’d initially proposed. Still, he hoped that Ella would appreciate the blue irises, baby’s breath sprays dusting the gaps and a few pale blue tulips peeking out in between.

He hadn’t been expecting her to be standing in their kitchen, her back to him as she prepared a cup of tea. Andrei set the bag of groceries on the counter, and, still holding the bouquet, reached into the cupboard for a vase. There was little point in hiding it now. Passing by her, he briefly kissed the top of her head. “Hello.”

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ANDREI | first ball after marriage starter for @dcarhcarts, for Sonya

It was once again winter when the Tsar held his grand ball in St. Petersburg, and the drive was once again crowded with carriages and guests chattering with excitement, hurrying inside to escape the biting air. Prince Andrei was in attendance, as was his custom, but this time he did not come alone, bringing with him his new wife, Princess Sofiya.

Prince Andrei looked over at Sonya as the two of them entered the front hall, where there was already a crowd of people talking to one another. These were the sort that gathered around the entrance to the ballroom, ready to spy on who was coming and going and report their findings to the other gossips around them. The host and hostess quickly came to greet the two of them, and the master of ceremonies announced them by name as they entered the ballroom.

Prince Andrei had already known that there would be gossip, yet the glances that were starting to be thrown their way seemed especially classless. He himself could barely keep his eyes from Sonya; the bright golden light caught in her hair and illuminated her eyes. He did not, however, fail to notice the Rostov family hurrying towards them; he had happened to see them almost at once when they entered the ballroom, and had caught the look on Countess Rostova’s face when Sonya was announced. The older lady was clearly now trying to hide her bitterness as the Count, the Countess, and Natasha came to greet them.