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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 | 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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“Name one hero who was happy.“ (oK PIERRE AND ANDREI) (shhh pretend im logged in on skyjci <3)

the song of achilles sentence starters | @skyjci​

“I think, dear heart, the problem is finding heroes of any sort, for one only has to look at any hero before one realizes that he is not so noble after all, and neither is anyone else,” said Prince Andrei. “Any rank of heroes is just a mass of people, or else turns out to be a fairy-tale. Even our great statesmen, our war heroes,” (Prince Andrei’s voice became sarcastic) “are just men with all their foibles -- of which there are many.”

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ANDREI | starter for Vera, on @poetsung​

Once the second invitation came for a soirée at the apartment of Colonel Berg and his wife, Prince Andrei had accepted it with a quickness that had surprised himself. He arrived on time; Pierre was not there yet. The Rostov family had already scattered themselves around the drawing room, and Prince Andrei winced at being the first one to arrive that was not strictly part of the family circle. 

He greeted the hostess, then said politely, “As I recall, you attended the New Year’s ball with your husband. If I may ask, what was your impression of it, Madame?” Prince Andrei felt that perhaps if he started conversation now, she might be satisfied enough with it to set her attention towards her other guests for the rest of the night. Natasha was sitting with her father on a sofa, her back to him.