#vitya.

[ncdyc]

it has been a long time. years if she cared to count, since the duchess has had her alone. but the urge to flash her teeth at the woman impishly has not changed. the urge to poke and prod, at her harmlessly has not withered.  ❛  your grace,  ❜  eyes travel over her attire appraisingly, as if their roles are reversed, lip curving before she forces it back into a thin line.  ❛  good afternoon. very kind of you to join me. ❜    /.  @vitvliyv​

[ncdyc]

shoulders lean back, legs crossed and arms folded, at ease despite the sensation the duchess brings with her as she approaches — an elegantly dressed vulture swooping for prey. one might mistake this for a foolhardy stance, defiant perhaps. with nadya it’s neither, although there is an amused undertone to the way lips part at the sight of her. tip of her tongue reaches the edge of white teeth, poised for mischief. it’s a constant temptation around vitya that she can’t help, and kostya isn’t there to whisper in her ear to run herself through a filter. it won’t matter, she knows vitya reads the expression. instead mouth closes and lips purse.  ❛  hmm.  ❜    //.   @vitvliyv