Library

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

The library, a breathtaking room. It's four stories high, many of the books requiring tall ladders to even reach. This library is flawless, a grand place to come if you enjoy reading.

[Hayley]

Illya was looking for Vladimir but instead found himself lost within the palace, Russia's palace was had a much simpler layout in his mind and he didn't get the need for all these corridors. He looked around trying to figure out whereabouts he was and the only thing he could see were books, lots and lots of books. Must be the library then but he had no idea if the library was anywhere near the Foreign dignitaries rooms or not. He sighed frowning wishing Vladimir had never agreed to come to Illea. It was too confusing. If they were home he could be curled up in Vlads bed right now either cuddling or taking part in how should he put it?: hmm more vigorous activities, rather than wondering like a lost bird looking for its nest.

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

Apparently great minds think alike, because the Russian Tsar also found the Illean palace to be unendingly over-complicated. The only way he navigated it was because he'd been here before. Vladimir hadn't been in his room anyway, he'd been signing papers in the King of Illea's office, which was right off the library. Political documents authorizing his household's visit to Illea. Beaucracy bullshit in his opinion, but it had to be done. As he exited the office, he saw Illya standing in the library, a smirk gracing his lips as he saw his back was to him. Walking up quietly behind him, Vlad wrapped his arms around Illya's waist, pulling his lover up against his body, unashamed to be seen holding him so close. His lips went to his ear, whispering in his thick Russian, "Zvezda Moya." Which was his nickname for Illya, a term of endearment meaning "My star." He kissed right below Illya's ear before whispering, "Chto ty delayesh' zdes' odna , moya zvezda?" Which meant, "What are you doing here all alone, my star?" It was clear that despite his irritation at being in Illea, which he was only there to secure alliances while all the royal families were gathered for the selection, seeing Illya was a sure way to put Vladimir in a better mood. His tone was light, playfully seductive, rocking Illya back and forth slightly in his arms. It was rare that he might be this kind, as often Vladimir's affections were of a harsher nature. Only Illya saw this part of him lately.

[Hayley]

Illya was frustrated at being lost in this stupid maze. Why couldn't they make a map or something? He looked around trying to find someone that he could ask directions from. At least he knew Vlad wouldn't be mad at him for being late and it made him wonder if his lover shared his own annoyance at the layout of the palace. He decided to give up for now and went across to a bookshelf pulling something of the shelves hoping someone would come along soon. He looked down at the title and sighed "A hundred ways to cook cabbage,". Well that sounded like a riveting read, not. Illya startled slightly when he felt someone pull him close to them before realising it was Vlad and relaxed. A small happy smile came across his features as he loved spending time with him and hey Vlad had found him, so it saved him looking for his room. "Глядя для вашей комнаты, но я получил потеряли и в конечном итоге здесь" he replied (meaning Looking for you but I got lost and ended up here,") He was slightly embarrassed as he had never gotten lost at home but in his defence this was a maze not a palace. He was glad to see his lover and he never failed to put a smile on his face. He was glad to be the only one to see the gentler side of this man, it made him feel special.

[angelena.]

( lol, it's good!
I might rewatch some episodes tomorrow too, though... xD
I'll have a response up in just a bit! )

[angelena.]

There. Minah hadn’t meant to stray from her quiet little table, hidden behind the shelves of the third floor, but here she was. Wandering away from her safe little hiding spot like a waking spirit, drifting towards a light that remained all too far away. Just the thought of heavenly light made her squint and shy away. But, sitting in her secluded little writing spot, she had glimpsed him. Her feet had moved before she could understand that she was following him. And suddenly she was here, standing in front of a tall shelf, watching him through a gap in the books before her. Minah was motionless, terrified to even breathe. She thought about stepping carefully backwards, retreating to that little nook of hers and the journal she had left behind. This was absurd and she knew it. Him… She didn’t even know his name or why he was at the castle. But she knew he came in once a week and he read books on politics. She knew his hair looked nicer when he parted it to the left and that he cleaned his glasses habitually. It wasn’t unusual, of course, for Minah to…watch people. It was how she passed the time in the library some days, by watching the people who entered and left, assessing them from a safe distance. This time wasn’t… wasn’t really any different. And it wasn’t like she was risking anything by watching this man through the rows of books as he ran his fingers over the titles of different political philosophies. She was content to imagine what it would be like to stand beside him and help him select a tome -- imagining was safe. Reality could only bring pain. As the nameless him began to move further down the row, Minah took a ginger step to the right. And then another, carefully moving a book so that her view was unhindered.