( to put it mildly. after enduring all the relevant seminars, with student safety a prominent feature, aleksander wondered just how anything was really accomplished. the answer, it seems, was barely.
still. he wasn't about to let that deter him. years spent negotiating the fickleness of lantsov kings had taught him the value of picking one's battles. )
And cumbersome. Corecloth would be more efficient. A pity there are no Materialki to hand. ( frankly, he'd settle for just david. )
Isn't it a good sign that this country doesn't have to put all its gold into armor so that its children can become soldiers?
[ she grimaces a little as she says it. he's been a soldier all his life (has he? how long has his life been?), so it feels like an insult. but it's the truth. she dreams of a day that ravka has no need for a second army or a first. ]
But there are applications for our power other than war. ( at least in theory. he hadn't given much thought to it. a testament to how utterly the war has consumed his life. he is simply the black general now. )
And control doesn't come simply because we desire it.
[ a smile spreads over her lips. the first since she's arrived. some of the tension melts away because he's right. this is a luxury. one that, apparently, they're both a little grateful for. it makes it easier to relax around him —
too easy. for she catches herself leaning towards him and straightens up, sliding one step back so that they're not inappropriately close to one another. she checks the doors of the gym. ]
( he might as well have called them "uncultured louts". it's been long enough since he'd heard her laugh — the free, ease of it — that he thinks he might do anything to make it happen.
but then her attention shifts, away from him and to the door, and he clears his throat, looking down at his feet. right. right. )
A pity, really. The simple pleasures are often sweetest.
[ she doesn't know why she feels compelled to put herself separate from her classmates when she has been so eager to fit in with them outside his presence, quickly adapting to her phone and changing her manner of dress and even the style of her hair. ]
( aleksander can't decide whether she's placating him or whether she's being genuine. it doesn't matter. he's charmed all the same.
he looks to the door of the gym. so far no one has stumbled in to interrupt but that's more down to luck than anything else. he should send her back to whatever she'd been doing, promise to talk to her later, at home, where it's safe, but she's here now and he's suddenly full of a yearning to touch her. )
I wonder, Miss Starkov, if you'd mind helping pack away a few things. ( only staff have a key to the storage area as far as he knows. )
[ someone hasn't picked up on the implication here yet. ]
You want me to help you carry gym equipment?
[ she surveys the suits with a slight grimace, eyebrows arching. then the bell rings and she remembers what class she has next, and she sighs. well, it's better than going. ]
I miss Ivan. [ she grabs one of the suits and bundles it in her arms. ] ... Don't tell him I said that.
He'd despise this place, of course. ( he mirrors her, tucking a suit under his arm and heading toward the door of the storage area. ) I'm afraid he's never been particularly patient. Even with me.
( he tilts his head, catching her look, and a small smile warms his lips. she could be forgiven for assuming that he would never suffer such a thing, old as he is. strong as he is.
it was always a risk. )
To have someone that challenges you. I'm not entirely without my flaws. And I'm told it worsens with age.
If you listen to my mother — and you really shouldn't if it could ever be avoided — I've needed an Ivan my entire life.
( he pauses, fishing in the pocket of his jacket for the keys. )
Not that she ever cared for Ivan — or any of his predecessors. She was always of the opinion that we were better served keeping to ourselves. I think to this day she thoroughly resents my ever bringing her to the Little Palace.
It's not so bad to want a quiet life, is it? If she could actually find one ... I mean, she's old enough now, no tester would bother with her. She wouldn't be found.
( he's spared the need to answer immediately. instead, aleksander pulls the key to the door from his pocket, slots it into the lock and twists.
those precious seconds afford him just enough time to gather his thoughts. )
She'd be vulnerable. ( this both is and is not the truth. baghra is old, certainly, but hardly toothless. )
There's still plenty who would kill her for what she was. That we share a connection would only make it that much sweeter. ( he eases the door open, allowing alina to step inside. ) And if ever there was someone that would haunt me for spite, it would be her.
It seems like a shame that you two don't get on better.
[ she shuffles inside, pressing her elbow into the light switch, then turning to look at him over her shoulder as she approaches the cupboard for the bubble suits. ]
[ she puts the suit away and lets the cupboard hang open as she turns around to take the other one from aleksander. his closeness draws her breath up short, and her heel thunks against the bottom ledge of the cupboard as she slides back towards it instinctively at the proximity. ]
What are you doing? [ her voice is quiet. surely, this is the last thing they should be doing here. he'd sounded so serious about the risks, serious enough that she'd feared he was trying to end things. ]
What does it look like I'm doing, Alina? ( mouth pulling into a smile as he approaches, taking his time.
it's a reckless thing, doing this here. particularly after his earlier warning. but there's something in the way her eyes blow wide, doe-like. it kindles something in him, some long-buried predatory instinct. )
[ and yet, her gaze drops to his lips, expectant. she doesn't want to close the distance. she wants to see him choose it, after he'd put this barrier between them. ]
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[ she grimaces at them. any time the bubble suits come out, someone's gonna have a bad day. usually it's her. ]
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( to put it mildly. after enduring all the relevant seminars, with student safety a prominent feature, aleksander wondered just how anything was really accomplished. the answer, it seems, was barely.
still. he wasn't about to let that deter him. years spent negotiating the fickleness of lantsov kings had taught him the value of picking one's battles. )
And cumbersome. Corecloth would be more efficient. A pity there are no Materialki to hand. ( frankly, he'd settle for just david. )
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[ she grimaces a little as she says it. he's been a soldier all his life (has he? how long has his life been?), so it feels like an insult. but it's the truth. she dreams of a day that ravka has no need for a second army or a first. ]
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( at least he doesn't sound offended. )
But there are applications for our power other than war. ( at least in theory. he hadn't given much thought to it. a testament to how utterly the war has consumed his life. he is simply the black general now. )
And control doesn't come simply because we desire it.
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[ her nose crinkles. ]
Showing off for kings and boyars?
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( amusement warms his tone. she is ambitious, his alina. for all she hates the war a part of her longs for that sense of purpose. )
The point isn't necessarily the purpose so much as the luxury of being able to find it.
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[ a smile spreads over her lips. the first since she's arrived. some of the tension melts away because he's right. this is a luxury. one that, apparently, they're both a little grateful for. it makes it easier to relax around him —
too easy. for she catches herself leaning towards him and straightens up, sliding one step back so that they're not inappropriately close to one another. she checks the doors of the gym. ]
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( he might as well have called them "uncultured louts". it's been long enough since he'd heard her laugh — the free, ease of it — that he thinks he might do anything to make it happen.
but then her attention shifts, away from him and to the door, and he clears his throat, looking down at his feet. right. right. )
A pity, really. The simple pleasures are often sweetest.
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[ she doesn't know why she feels compelled to put herself separate from her classmates when she has been so eager to fit in with them outside his presence, quickly adapting to her phone and changing her manner of dress and even the style of her hair. ]
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( aleksander can't decide whether she's placating him or whether she's being genuine. it doesn't matter. he's charmed all the same.
he looks to the door of the gym. so far no one has stumbled in to interrupt but that's more down to luck than anything else. he should send her back to whatever she'd been doing, promise to talk to her later, at home, where it's safe, but she's here now and he's suddenly full of a yearning to touch her. )
I wonder, Miss Starkov, if you'd mind helping pack away a few things. ( only staff have a key to the storage area as far as he knows. )
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You want me to help you carry gym equipment?
[ she surveys the suits with a slight grimace, eyebrows arching. then the bell rings and she remembers what class she has next, and she sighs. well, it's better than going. ]
I miss Ivan. [ she grabs one of the suits and bundles it in her arms. ] ... Don't tell him I said that.
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( ivan, fedyor and so many others. )
He'd despise this place, of course. ( he mirrors her, tucking a suit under his arm and heading toward the door of the storage area. ) I'm afraid he's never been particularly patient. Even with me.
Especially with me.
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[ she sneaks a look up at him as they trudge side-by-side towards the storage closet nestled at the back of the gym, down a utility hallway. ]
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( he tilts his head, catching her look, and a small smile warms his lips. she could be forgiven for assuming that he would never suffer such a thing, old as he is. strong as he is.
it was always a risk. )
To have someone that challenges you. I'm not entirely without my flaws. And I'm told it worsens with age.
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No wonder you're incorrigible.
[ she stops in front of the door of the supply room. ]
Obviously you needed an Ivan — what. Fifty years ago? [ gentle probing, this time. ]
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( he pauses, fishing in the pocket of his jacket for the keys. )
Not that she ever cared for Ivan — or any of his predecessors. She was always of the opinion that we were better served keeping to ourselves. I think to this day she thoroughly resents my ever bringing her to the Little Palace.
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[ alina's nose crinkles. ]
It's not so bad to want a quiet life, is it? If she could actually find one ... I mean, she's old enough now, no tester would bother with her. She wouldn't be found.
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those precious seconds afford him just enough time to gather his thoughts. )
She'd be vulnerable. ( this both is and is not the truth. baghra is old, certainly, but hardly toothless. )
There's still plenty who would kill her for what she was. That we share a connection would only make it that much sweeter. ( he eases the door open, allowing alina to step inside. ) And if ever there was someone that would haunt me for spite, it would be her.
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[ she shuffles inside, pressing her elbow into the light switch, then turning to look at him over her shoulder as she approaches the cupboard for the bubble suits. ]
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aleksander pulls the door shut behind them, locking it. )
We're too alike in many ways.
( and too different in others. he'd wondered, once, what sort of man his father had been. how he and his mother must have met.
advancing on alina slowly: ) But rest assured she was every bit as difficult to me as she ever was with you.
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What are you doing? [ her voice is quiet. surely, this is the last thing they should be doing here. he'd sounded so serious about the risks, serious enough that she'd feared he was trying to end things. ]
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it's a reckless thing, doing this here. particularly after his earlier warning. but there's something in the way her eyes blow wide, doe-like. it kindles something in him, some long-buried predatory instinct. )
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[ and yet, her gaze drops to his lips, expectant. she doesn't want to close the distance. she wants to see him choose it, after he'd put this barrier between them. ]