SHES SO CUTIEEEE SHEBJDEBHABABA not a single thought in her head đ
idk i found this line funny
đ yes my humor is very shallow
MITYAAAAA my smart pookie he calculated exactly when valeriy would come and find him omg đ
HE ALSO KNEW THAT TRAVELLER AND ALYOSHA WERE LISTENING JSJDHDHSBSB mitya you just made me fall for you even harder
hes so cutiepie hehe
IM LIKING THE QUEST SO FAR. i know all the shit happens in act 2 so i'll try to finish that before i go back to my uni đąđ but so far i like the atmosphere snezhnaya has. like all the political issues and the struggles of the commonfolk đ„č (hits too close to home hm.) i also like how traveller confronted sandrone and childe too like damn they didn't hold back đ also paimon omfg gurl are you okay đ she better pull a march 7th and release her inner evernight (/j) I HOPE SHES OK dont die pls im starting to like her like shes literally my child?? đ
before i started snezh mitya was my only fav in the cast but now im really liking vodyanista and alyosha đ„č I REALLT LIKE VODYANISTAAA SHES SO SILLYYYYY i like that one part where she was like 'hes a greedy capitalist!' đ unfortunately didnt screenshot that part tho đ she reminds me of columbina maybe thats why i like her so much (hydro singers being silly) ALYOSHA TOO i like him so muchhhhh ESP TUGARIN đ hes so cutie and silly jsbfhwhs alyosha is such a kind soul omg bless him đ„č him taking care of that grandma from his hometown moved me omg like damn he immediately became my fav. i like odette too but shes not fav worthy yet đąđ will be pulling for her tho bcs i like her design HDBEJDBE and i dont have any thoughts on valeriy yet cause he didnt appear much on the quest (i know that most of his screentime is in act 2 so maybe ill form an opinion after i finish it)
ill probably finish act 2 tomorrow hsjsjsjsjs for now i wanna explore snezh
⥠| abstract: living in Snezhnaya had become harder as project stuzha progresses. as a humble hunter, making a living was difficult task. especially when a half-fae is found lying motionless out in the wild. sigh... how much mora was this gonna cost him...
⥠| warnings: sfw, gun mention (obvi), TUGARIN MENTION!!!!, might be misspelling of alyosha's name (im dyslexic), reader is gender neutral and a half-fae human with arctic fox features, a SINGLE suggestive line, blood mentioned, hunting a moose, romantic tension~
the blizzard had died down a considerable amount since last night, alyosha thought as he put his rifle aside to look out the window. tugarin sat on his makeshift bed, sighing promptly.
"we should head out before the snow picks up again, boy," alyosha said as he went to grab his coat, pulling his hood over promptly as tugarin stood up and stretched. they quickly headed out, abandoning the warm cabin for the wilderness.
the wind was not nearly as bad as it was the day before, offering a gentle breeze that kept his temperature moderate. his eyes scanned out over the cliffside at the edge of sretomorozsk to observe the available wild game. most prey had likely sought shelter due to the storm, but every creature must leave their homes to find food eventually.
he slid down the cliff, tugarin following as they hid in some nearby brush that looked out upon the frozen landscape. the visibility wasn't amazing, but certainly better than no visibility at all. his scans noted no movement in the nearby area, so he and tugarin trudged further from the village. alyosha could feel the growl in his stomach grow, but until they found some kind of sustainable form of food, he had to ignore it.
the sun was rising from the east as morning turned to afternoon. it had been about an hour since they headed out, and they found very little wildlife that hadn't already been claimed by the storm or other predators. he was starting to get frustrated; most game had to come out at some point, so why was it so barren? not even the occasional fae gangs were spotted in their usual spots, which struck him as even weirder.
tugarin had no leads either, only being able to smell the decay of already rotten game. alyosha was about to give up for the day when tugarin's head snapped up, sniffing the air as he ran off.
"tugarin? what'd you find, boy?" alyosha questioned as he ran after his companion. as he typically relied on his companion's keen sense of smell, he knew tugarin had much better chances of sniffing something out than him seeing it. he hoped it was some kind of large game... something to feed him and tugarin for at least a week and maybe earn some mora off the pelt or extra meat.
man he could imagine it now, hot meat, nice soft bread, and some melty cheese... he could drool.
unfortunately... that was not the game that the wild had offered to him this time. tugarin stopped near a cliff about 500 meters north from sretomorozsk, digging at a pile of snow in attempt to get to something.
alyosha readied his rifle, making sure it was loaded before looking at the abnormally large pile of snow; it must have fallen from the cliff above. likely whatever tugarin's nose had picked up, it had to be something that was either crushed by the impact of the snow, or couldn't dig its way out.
easy game for a hunter, either way, he thought.
tugarin barked when a figure started to emerge from the snow, at first only fluffy-tuffed ears appeared, and alyosha thought it could be a fox. however, human-like hair appeared soon after, attached to the ears. alyosha thought then it could be a fae, likely associated with nearby gangs.
as tugarin continued to dig up the figure, alyosha soon realized it was not a fox, nor a full fae, but instead a half-fae half human. they were knocked out, and their lips were pale. however, as soon as their mouth was uncovered, small puffs of air rose into the air from their mouth as alyosha realized... oh they're alive. OH THEY'RE ALIVE!?
he quickly helped drag the figure out of the snow, revealing the figure fully. the white-tuffed ears on top of their head matched with the even fluffier white tail. he had only heard legends of fox-type fae, but they never mentioned a half-fae before. he took off his glove, placing his fingers against their freezing neck, he found their pulse was slow, but still active.
he sighed, taking in their clothes, the heavy snow jacket and pants meant that whoever this way, they knew the weather wasn't favorable without protective gear. however, usually fae don't become as fazed with the cold as much as humans did, so it was unusual to see similar clothes to his own. many questions ran through his mind, but they cut off as soon as the figure slightly stirred. he thought they might wake up, but they simply fell against the snow again, out cold.
alyosha sighed, knowing if he walked away right now, he would regret not helping this... person? fae? hybrid? ahh whatever... not important right now. even with his weakened strength, he hauled the body onto his back, beginning his trek back to the village as tugarin tried to help by holding onto the figure's backpack he found nearby. alyosha did not say much on the trek back, focusing all of his strength into carrying this stranger back to his cabin. he had found many people out in the wild before, but most of them were beyond saving by that point. he always tried to help them, but it usually ended with him notifying the local fatui of the incident.
the trek felt even longer as he had to go the long way around to be able to drag the figure back to his cabin safely. many of his neighbors noticed him and tried to ask what happened, but he simply said nothing and just continued on, too tired to engage with anything non-essential.
once he arrived at the cabin, he gently set down the individual on his bed, placing them in a resting position as he tried to take off the wet outer layers. he felt a bit embarrassed, but he knew they would only become worse if he did nothing. however, he was very much a gentleman and did not take off anything revealing, despite them also being slightly damp. he placed one of his blankets over top of them and brought a lamp to the bedside table to attempt to provide some extra warmth. hanging up the clothes by the fireplace and started one with the firewood he had stored.
once all he could do was done, he sat back down in his chair, sighing as he held his head in his hand. not only did he not find any game, but he gained an extra mouth that he would likely need to find some kind of warm food for to keep them alive. while most neighbors were generous, food was scarce, and they weren't likely to just give up rations for a stranger on the brink of frostbite. he groaned and tilted his head back before hearing rumaging. he looked at tugarin and realized he was digging through the figure's bag.
"tugarin! sit! out!" he tried to say, but tugarin had already dragged out a sausage link from the bag and downed it before alyosha could do anything.
"tugarin! that was not ours. i would have gotten you something." alyosha said before picking up the bag. however, more links fell out of the bag and onto the floor. alyosha looked at the excessive amounts of sausages and licked his lips as tugarin gobbled up the ones that fell. well... maybe one wouldn't hurt... after all, he did save this person, and it seems like they had plenty to share...
oh archons above, may this not affect his karma, but it's a dog-eat-dog world out there, and he was starving. he brought the bag over to the fireplace and began grilling a sausage over the fire. the smell filled the cabin as alyosha ate just a fewww sausages (tugarin also may have had another). he was so lost in the sausage game that he hadn't realized the rustling coming from the bed immediately.
although the mumbling from the bed drew his attention, and he turned his gaze to see the figure sitting up in bed, holding their head as they tried to gain their bearings. they smelt the air and moaned slightly, licking their lips as they opened their eyes to look over at the source of the smell.
only to snap wide open when they realized they were in a different location than they last remembered. they look around the cabin before settling on alyosha, more specifically, him grilling sausage. they looked over and saw their bag, which was once full but was now almost empty. they growled and turned their attention back to him, baring their fangs.
"did you steal my food?! give me that!" they said, trying to get up and out of the bed towards alyosha, but falling harshly onto the floor beside the bed after feeling like their legs had been turned to jelly.
"woah woah, i only took my payment for saving your life. you would have died if i hadn't found you in that snow pile." tugarin barked at alyosha, seemingly annoyed. "okay, if he hadn't found you in that snow pile." tugarin sneezed after that, seemingly pleased with the correction.
the figure looked between the dog and the hunter, confusion on their face. a spike of pain rushed through their skull as they held it.
"ugh... what exactly happened? i only remember after robbin-- i mean, finding a stash of sausages along the cliffside- and then there was this large rumble, and everything was suddenly really dark... until now," they said, realizing they were freezing cold as their head began to spin. "ugh, i don't feel good at all..."
"found you under a snowpile, must have been a landslide and you were unfortunate enough to be at the base of it. we found you and dragged you back to sretomorozsk. you made me miss out on my game so i'm just taking what i'm owed," alyosha said, pulling the freshly grilled sausage off the fire and walking over to the figure. he knelt down and offered the sausage on a stick to them. they glared at him promptly, examining the sausage before sniffing it. nothing dangerous on it, they sensed, and silently snatched the stick from alyosha.
they didn't waste any time, scarfing the sausage down, making alyosha's eyes widen slightly. they must have been hungry as well. he smiled gently before reaching his hand out to them.
"come on, you're still freezing. let's get you by the fire." he said, his warm eyes gazing into their own as they couldn't help the small wag of their tail and the increase in their heart rate. he noticed the movement, but decided to not say anything, but he felt his smile grow slightly. they reached their hand out to him, and he helped them up, guiding them to the cushion by the fire.
"now since i saved your life, maybe you can answer some questions like... your name and how you even got in that situation? also it might be good to expand on... what you are?" he said, glancing at their exotic features before sitting back in the chair and rocking gently.
they stare at the fire for a moment, the glow of the flames illuminating their face as they turn towards him.
"i am a kuma; we're a... special type of fae. not fully human, but not fully fae. half fox, half human specifically. we don't usually show our faces, and ever since the civil war, we have refused to integrate back into human and fae society." the figure said, trying to note his reactions as he nods slightly.
"and your name?" he asks simply, no signals detailing how their previous information affected him.
"_____" they said, pulling the blanket around them closer. "what's yours?" they say, glancing at him from the corner of their eye.
"alyosha, and this is my hunting companion and your saving grace, turgarin." alyosha says, motioning his hand to tugarin, who was bellyside up with his tongue falling out of his mouth as he slept peacefully.
the figure nodded slightly, looking back at alyosha as they turned their head to the side, their ears following.
"why did you save me if i may ask? not many humans or fae would have dared going through all that trouble for a stranger." they asked, nibbling on another sausage that alyosha had handed them.
he pondered for a moment, looking at the fire.
"i once saved an adventurer, and in return, they helped me out in my time of need. maybe i'm just meant to be a search and rescuer, looking to continue doing good deeds for others," he simply said, not elaborating any further. the figure just nodded, and they fell into a comfortable silence, the fire and occasional snores filling the gaps.
it had been a week since you first arrived at alyosha's cabin, and to say you found any and everyway to repay your debt to him would not be an understatement.
once you had regained your strength, you offered to help him and tugarin find some game. he raised his eyebrow at you, and you told him the extensive history behind how your kind's specialty was hunting. he scoffed, saying he would be the judge of that and accepted your offer.
to say he underestimated you however, was in fact an understatement, because his jaw dropped at how easily you had found and taken care of a large moose before he even had time to load his gun.
even though he had seen blood before, he couldn't contain the look of surprise (and a bit of horror) on his face when he saw you take down the large creature by leaping onto it's back and sinking your teeth into it's neck until it fell to the ground.
what disturbed him more was the way you looked so proud, happily wagging your tail as blood fell from your mouth.
he doesn't know if he should be scared, impressed... or turned on...
the both of you brought back the moose, only after he insisted on wiping your mouth of blood. you swatted his hand, saying it wasn't a big deal, but eventually you took the cloth from his hand and cleaned yourself. you grumbled while you did it, however.
"being covered in blood and coming back from your hunt successfully is one of the biggest sources of pride in my kind's opinion..." you had said, making him wonder if you were more human or fox.
however, he made some good mora off the hunt, as well as establishing a good food source for the next week. maybe you were useful after all.
another few days had passed, and you were back to peak condition. however, as the week had passed, you found yourself more reluctant to leave. on one hand, your kin was likely worried sick, on the other, you had just accidentally exposed the existence of your kind for the first time in almost two decades. your kin would not be pleased about that...
alyosha found you deep in thought outside, the wind blowing through your ears as you sat on the boxes with your backpack next to you. he sat down next to you, trying to gauge what you were thinking about.
"pardon me if this sounds rude, but don't you plan on heading back to your kind soon? they must be worried about you for being gone so long..." he said, an almost somber tone to his voice.
as much as he wanted to ignore the feeling that had grown in his chest the past week, he knew that he was enjoying your presence day in and day out. you may have been a bit strange at first, but he learned about your little quirks and found himself fondly looking back on the time you brutally took down a moose. he also knows tugarin has become overly fond of you, maybe because you have similar traits or that you were just naturally a dog person.
although, anyone tugarin approves of is good in his books.
"i... i probably should. i guess i'm just scared of telling them what happened. we had always been told to keep to ourselves. that humans were dangerous and only wanted to harm us. same with full fae. we... aren't very trusting people," you giggled at the thought of all your stubborn kin. he could see that, as the first few nights you barely slept, and he had this weird feeling that he was being watched while he slept. finally, once you had realized he wasn't gonna do anything to you, however, you both got good night's sleep from then on.
"heh... still, it's not like you wanted to be found. i think they'd be glad that you return safe rather than not at all, even if that means you were spotted by humans," he said, looking up at the aurora in the sky. you followed his gaze and found yourself agreeing with his words.
"yeah... if you... want me to leave i can. i know i've put a burden on you these past days so i don't want to impose any longer than i have to..." you said, looking back down at the ground, a sad expression on your lips.
he noticed your gaze and sighed gently, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. "it's... it's not that. you've proved to be a better hunter than even me... if anything i'd love if you'd stayed around. tugarin really seems to like you, and i could make a lot of mora off the game you get," he said, chuckling a bit as you scowled at him before joining in on his laughter.
"well... now that you know about me... maybe i can sneak off and help you with a few hunts. then you can also protect me from any future landslides," you said, looking at him with a gentle smile on your face.
he turned to meet your gaze, his golden eyes softening for a moment. "i'd like that... and i think tugarin would also like that..."
the silence after felt almost deafening, but not in a bad way. your eyes met each other, your hands slowly moving towards each other as the moment lingered... his gaze fell to your lips for a moment before looking back at your eyes.
he's leaning in... you're leaning in... the tension rises as you can feel the puff of air from his mouth before...
"WOOF!" tugarin barks as he jumps up on alyosha, knocking him over onto the ground. alyosha stumbles out commands as he tries to get tugarin under control, but his companion just seems to keep licking his face. you simply laugh, wave your finger, and tugarin suddenly hops off his companion before walking over to you to lay his head on your legs. "good boy tugarin..."
he sits up straight, irritated that the moment had been ruined by his companion, but seeing you softly pet the top of his head, made the feelings dissipate quickly.
you turn to him with a shrug before standing up. "i should be heading back now... until we meet next alyosha..." you said before leaning down to nuzzle the top of his head before rushing down the stairs and out of the village.
his heart skipped a beat at the sudden affection, remembering how you had mentioned nuzzling was an intimate display of affection to your kind. he felt his cheeks turning ever so pink as he watched your shadow disappear into the distance.
man was he glad he dug up that snowpile... with help from tugarin of course...
⥠| author's notes: IM SORRY IM WORKING ON LOHEN BUT I NEEDED MORE CONTENT OF MY WOLF BOY (plus i got stuck with some of the dialogue). this could turn into a multi chap series if even one more person wants it. i love him and mitya smmmmmm
ps. if you wanna send in an ask for a drabble or anything please do!
mitya x reader. not proofread. written before snezhnaya release. ooc. use of petnames (he calls you 'my love')
the winds of snezhnaya were as relentless as ever. although the winds within the city are much kinder than outside, they were still as cold as the cryo archon herself. if it werenât for the kresnikâs torch, the people of snezhnaya may have been frozen to death by now.
and although the torch was enough to bring warmth to the city, it still could not entirely override the coldness. itâs enough for people not to freeze to death but not enough to stop your fingers from shaking.
you bring your fingertips close to your face as you blew into them. your breath provides a moment of warmth for your fingertips before they succumb to the coldness once again. how careless of you to forget your gloves in such weather. you were in such a hurry to see your beloved scientist after not seeing him for so long that you failed to consider your hands in such a temperature.
walking beside you, mitya was holding a book on one hand while his other was on his chin. occasionally, the hands of his scarf would flip to the next page. he was entirely engulfed in his book that he fails to notice your dilemma.
the hands of his scarf flip the page once again.
âitâs really cold out, huh?â you mumbled while blowing warmness to your fingertips.
âitâs always cold in snezhnayaâ he says with indifference as his scarf hands flips to another page.
âwell itâs colder than usual!â you tried to explain. not looking up from his book, he replies âi donât notice anything different from usual?â
âwell my hands are freezing. if only there was something to warm them upâ at your complain, his scarf hands pauses mid-air for a moment as mitya glances at you for a second before returning his gaze to his book.
âmaybe you should have brought glovesâ he says as returns his focus to the text in front of him.
for someone so smart, he can be so dense. it was futile trying to subtly convey your want to him when he was too engrossed in his book. still, you try once more as you stretch your arms in front and flex your fingers before closing them.
yet he still didnât get the signal. his gaze remaining on the book heâs holding (you consider burning every book in his library).
âmy fingers are shakingâ you glanced at him, trying to see his reaction but he only let out a âwell thatâs a normal reaction to the coldâ.
âarenât you gonna do something about it?â you exclaimed to which he finally looks up at you only with a confused look on his face. âwhat? do you want me to stop snezhnayaâs weather or something?? sorry to dissapoint but i donât have that kind of powerâ.
âif you donât wanna hold my hand just say so!â you huffed at him as you walked ahead. only when you let that out did mitya finally understand your strange behavior today.
you were trying to get him to hold your hand.
âah! my love! please waitâ he closed his book (finally!) handing it for his scarf to hold and jogged to catch up with you. once you two were side by side again he attempted to hold your hand but you had pulled away the second his fingers brushed with yours.
âforgive me, please. i didnât realize you were asking for affectionâ he had pleaded with you. he looked so guilty that you almost caved in. almost. you had to stand your ground.
âiâm right beside you yet it feels like youâre not paying any attention to me at all! if youâre not interested in me, just say so!â you sulked. at this, mitya stopped on his tracks. this causes you to stop as well and glance back at him.
oh no, did you go too far?! but itâs true! heâs been so busy that he rarely shows affection now.
you were about to open your mouth when he seizes your wrist and pulls you in his embrace. âplease forgive me my love. i didnât mean to neglect you. iâve been so busy that i rarely had time for you. and even now that i finally have it, i let it be consumed by work again. iâm sorryâ. his hold on you tightens for a second before he pulls away. âallow me to make it up to you, please?â
you can never be angry at him for too long. after all, you were aware of how dense he could be. perhaps you were just too deprived of his affection that it causes you to lash out.
you let out a soft âfine.â before he holds your cheek in his palm and closes the distance between you for only a short while. just a quick peck. he then kisses your forehead, âease your frown, my loveâ.
he takes your hand in his with his book now tucked in his arm while the hand of his scarf is wrapped around your shoulder, clinging to your sides.
with your hands in his, you start to feel the warmth of his hand. your cheeks redden as do your fingertips. you point this out to him to which he smiles and explains âah! that means iâm doing a good job warming your handsâ.
âhow so?â you reply, fully prepared for the lecture heâs about to give.
âwell you see, your blood vessels narrow when your cold. but once you start to warm up, blood rushes back toââ he rambles so on.
you grip his hand tighter as you canât help but look at him in fondness. you love him even if heâs giving out a lecture on the effects of the temperature on your body. listening to his teachings is a hundred times better than him neglecting you for work thatâs for sure.
you never ask him to but he works harder everyday just to see you sooner after this. and if his work was too much, then sneaking off to see you was enough to recharge his battery.
snezhnayaâs climate is always cold yet the love you share keeps you warm.
a/n. i wrote this at 2 am instead of going to sleep jsjejsjsjs
ămitya (/&) readeră wc500ă fluffă written before releaseă can be read platonically... probably. my editor says "it has 'we have a crush on each other' vibes but could also definitely be interpreted as being really close friends"ă will update tags/cw after he is released
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mitya's hands are cold.
it should be expected given snezhnaya's typical temperature â the kresnik's torch only does so much to rid the city of snow flurries and ice. and yet the quickness with which he slides his fingers under your coat sleeve, against your bare skin, and just under the cuff of your glove feels less like a kiss after a cool drink and more like plunging your arm into a snow bank. the gasp you release just makes him smile, quick to apologise and quicker to retreat before the onslaught of attention you're sure to give him. his quiet giggles do little to help his case, your eyes already wide when you turn away from the shop window â darting between bright purple irises, a red nose, and cheeks tinged pink screaming, 'i've been left to the elements for too long'.
the grin doesn't leave his face when you begin your fussing; the routine scolding about keeping warm, the wrapping of half your own scarf around his neck (a scarf he watched you make much too long in length for just one person. perhaps your plan was to wrap him up with you all along?), and the practiced transfer of a glove from your hand to his are completed with a frustrated pout.
after the few minutes of furrowed brows and laughs, mitya is sure the two of you are officially joined at the hip. the scarf is just tight enough to be secure, one of his hands now gloved while the other is intertwined with your own and stuffed deep into your coat pocket. your free hand grabs at his arm, shaking him gently back and forth to get your point across while he giggles and nods in understanding. his spectral arm flies out from behind him to keep your hat from falling, and he's almost surprised you didn't relinquish that as well. although, he's sure you would've if you could see his ears.
you don't seem to realise how close you've pulled him â so close, in fact, that neither of you are sure whose breath you're seeing between you. his free hand is out of his pocket before you know it, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. your arm is trapped against his chest, leaving him free to snuggle his face into your shoulder.
"thank you." he whispers, grin turning a bit mischievous as he moves your scarf down slightly, pressing his ice-cold nose against your neck.
the shriek you release has him pulling away, thoroughly amused by how lightly you smack at his chest â in either annoyance or embarrassment, he's never sure. you slowly straighten yourself, shooting him a glance before tugging him away from the shop.
"you've gotta take care of yourself, mitya â i don't need you freezing to death!"
"i know, i know..." he laughs, hoping you'll drag him all over the city before you have to part ways.
his hands may be freezing, but you always make him feel so, so warm.
mitya x reader. ooc. written before snezhnaya (pre 7.0). based on pure speculation and vibes. not proofread
the theater was filled with people from all walks of lifeâ noblemen, high ranking fatui soldiers, business men, troupe fanatics, and even a scientist from the royal energy commission who should definitely be on duty and not sneaking around the theater.
but how can mitya deny an opportunity to witness the spectacles of art right in front of him? besides, he's not here to slack off! he's here for inspiration. watching an opera can help him clear his mind and come up with new ideas.
he scanned the area looking for any signs of guards from the armory palace. when he deemed the coast as clear, he rushed over to his seat at the front row.
he was lucky enough to be acquainted with vodyanista as she was able to provide him front row tickets or else he might have to stand at the back or worse, not see the show at all.
he doesn't always ask for front row ticketsâ in fact he doesn't ask at all. vodyanista really insisted that he watched this show as they had new talents that she wanted him to see. and when the lead soprano herself offers such a deal, who is he to deny?
several musical instruments started to play, signifying the start of the show. as various melodious sounds started to fill the space of the theather, the curtains draw open revealing that of the 'new talent' vodyanista was talking about.
mitya could tell right away (as he was a regular at the theater). he was sure that he hasn't seen your face around the theater before for if he did, then he surely wouldn't forget such beauty nor would his ears ever forget such a euphonious voice.
he was drawn to your voice as would a moth be to light, as a bee would to a flower, as a man be to a siren.
the singer had their eyes closed for the act but when they had opened them mitya couldn't help but to drown in them. everything about you was beautiful in his eyes. your sound, your eyes, the way you moved around the stage as you acted your part, everything. his eyes followed your every move.
only when the lights dimmed and you were no longer in sight did he snap out of his stupor. you were no longer on stage and other actors alongside vodyanista have started acting out their part.
"having fun now, are we?"
"AH! major valeriy! you scared me!" mitya stared back at the man who was glaring at him.
major valeriy's presence here means only one thing: mitya's fun time has come to an end.
"what a coincidence to see you here.... major valeriy." he laughed sheepishly. "i didn't know you were also a patron of the arts."
valeriy with his cold glare crossed his arms. "i'm not. but i sure am a patron for catching slackers not doing their job."
mitya was quick to defend himself "i'm not slacking! i was just... looking for inspiration!"
unfortunately for the scientist, valeriy didn't buy his excuse and had force him to work again.
what a shame, mitya couldn't even see the end of act 1! he had reluctantly followed valeriy out of the theather and back into his workspace.
even though he could only enjoy the first few minutes of the play, mitya was already satisfied by just the pretty face he saw earlier. the thoughts of the singer filled his mind, motivating him to finish his work early to visit the theater and ask about that singer.
didnt see much of mitya fics so i wrote one myself (bringing matters to my own hands)
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