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(От любопы́тства ко́шка сдо́хла.)
→ open now! find the bodies?
( it's an increasingly familiar sight these days; viktoriya is sitting in the parlor with a cup of tea somewhere near her, but unlike before she isn't up and pacing the length of the room over and over again. no, instead she's seated calmly and staring forward. seemingly not focused on any one thing, and instead ( Read more... ) -
(Волк в ове́чьей шку́ре.)
( viktoriya is in the parlor, seemingly focused on her thoughts and the cup of tea in her hands. she's pacing the length of the room from one end to the other, thoughts mixing and churning and simply not making any sort of sense. what's worse is the yelled whispers making their ways through the halls, harsh things that try and bite at her brother's ( Read more... ) -
(Голо́дный, как волк.)
( as per her normal ritual, viktoriya is standing her opened room finishing setting up for her afternoon tea. not just the door, but the windows as well; the coming summer breeze wafting the smell of pastries and tea about their hall. she herself moves to sit, back to the door and eyes instead focused on the the open windows and giving a slow sigh ( Read more... ) -
(closed | Бог дал, Бог и взял)
I'm so glad this was able to happen...
( one could wonder if she's speaking about the news written in the paper she's holding or about this meeting of sorts. whatever the case, that mostly expressionless face gives way to what someone might call a smile as she folds the paper carefully and sets it to the side. as her attention now focuses fully ( Read more... ) -
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CRIT. hit me with your best shot, bbs. constructive criticism that i can work with is love, flames... not so much ( Read more... )
