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Show me some love! - Voice message drop off
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Who me, royal?
Grand Duke Mikhail Loganovich.
Of Russia, no less. He'd looked it up. He'd been Google'ing since he'd gotten the news and trying to absorb it all so he wasn't so uninformed the next time. Probably a useless exercise, but he had to do something.
American boys didn't grow up wanting to be king of anything but the ( baseball diamond. ) -
What the heck am I doing?
With life trying to find a balance, Misha decided the community college would be a good way to get his feet wet after two years off from any sort of school schedule. Sure, Mom could get him admittance to ESU by throwing around the Stark name, but he did think he could manage it on his own for the next fall. A few classes to get himself back into ( Read more... ) -
Talking to you, eye to eye
Last day of the student exchange, and Misha was just as happy to be going back to the institute. His bag was backed and he was returning the room back to the condition it had been in when he arrived. Minus Little Sister's pranks ( Read more... ) -
Up in the shadows where the skeletons hide
With everything happening, Misha almost forgot a promise he made, and one made in return. He could use a real break for a few hours.
'Hana, it's Misha. Did you still want to see a movie tomorrow? Give me a call when you have a chance.' -
Second morning, still not completely sane
The long drive didn't make falling asleep any easier the second night. Once again, he managed to drop off, and wake up with a damp pillow, a headache, and an arm around his shoulders with a warm body against his back. He didn't have much of a memory after drinking the entire bottle of vodka he bought with his Michael Roman ID, either. He hated ( Read more... ) -
Let the darkness be your salvation
The party was starting to wind down when Misha looked at his watch. Nearly two am. He'd danced with the birthday girl and Mom - the important dances, and Sammy when he could catch her. He recognized the expression on his best friend's face as one of quiet triumph, which matched the possessive look on her date. He didn't tease her about it but ( Read more... )