#russianfortune

[tinytundratiger-blog]

@russianfortune

Trying to climb up the side of someone’s tent had seemed like a good idea at the time. They looked so bouncy on top that Örjan had figured it must be fun to be up there. Of course, as a human child, he couldn’t really get a proper grip, so he’d tried as a tiger. He’d gotten up a ways, using his claws to get a bit of purchase on the tent fabric, and everything seemed to be going smoothly.

Until the fabric ripped, that is. 

Letting out a little yowl of surprise, Örjan slowly slid down the tent, ripping holes into the side with tiny claws and no doubt alerting whoever was inside. Oops.

[limpidtearsofmeme-blog]

Up Late

Gillian was often out past curfew. He didn’t like being out during the day, and night was usually quiet and peaceful. There were no shows, most of the performers were sleeping, and no one bothered him, usually. Even though he knew Viktor didn’t like the performers out wandering after dark, Gillian usually risked the scolding in exchange for this time to himself. He’d been warned before, but he seemed to ignore it every time and keep staying out late. 

This night, Gillian had more things on his mind than usual, so he was not paying attention to where he was going. Usually, he’d avoid anyone else he saw out, but as he was staring at the floor with his hands in his pockets, he suddenly ran into someone. 

[tinytundratiger-blog]

"I believe we have unfinished business."

Örjan jumped at the sound of Viktor’s voice, caught off guard despite his rather good hearing. He whirled around to shoot him a glare, crossing his arms over his chest and puffing up slightly in an attempt to seem bigger.

“Yeah? What kinda business?”

[miroironthewall]

How have things been going for you?

[shrugs lightly inside her mirror before smiling] Good enough I suppose, rather repetitive actually. And you?

[chordsandchaos-blog1]

Look who the dog dragged in.

[oh boy] ...I understand that I am quite late, but I assure you that I did my best to arrive back on time. I simply got lost.

[chordsandchaos-blog1]

@flyingonthewingsofablackswan @russianfortune

The first thing Roderich was aware of as he woke was how sore he was. And not just his body, his head ached as well. He sighed, keeping his eyes closed and not wanting to get up just yet. What had happened again? He had joined Gilbert for a drink, that explained the headache. But then--

His eyes opened. He became hyper aware of the other man he was clinging to as well as their both obvious lack of clothes. Roderich, eyes wide in embarrassment and surprise, then proceeded to fall off the bed with an undignified yelp.

[chordsandchaos-blog1]

What are you doing at this god awful hour?

[stops playing with an annoyed huff] [glances at the other, not bothering to stand from the piano bench] Composing, obviously.

[madamevaduva-blog]

"I didn't think I would end up seeing any of your faces again."

“Well, that’s unfortunate. I was so hoping you would be gone for a while longer than this; preferably forever.”

She scowled disdainfully at him, her nose wrinkling in disgust.