Historical Fiction, Yeah.
Title: Where to Begin?
Author: pacifichemlock
Pairing: Lenin/Trotsky pre-slash
Rating G
Word Count: 350
Prompts: beginnings, pen
Summary: The meeting of Vladimir Lenin and Leon Trotsky.
Disclaimer: Actually, this did happen.
Their first meeting took place on a morning. It was a London autumn, quiet and hazy, with a familiar, comforting and dense fog hanging in the air, seeping into windows and lungs. Vladimir Ilyich had been laying in bed, dozing through what ought to have been his last few hours of sleep, inhaling mist, when Nadyezhda awoke him to an unfamiliar face. That face-- young, relatively handsome and quite noticeably Jewish-- was attached to a man who stared wide-eyed while attempting to retain a nonchalant dignity but regularly showing a sort of restlessness likely caused by guilt over the early hour. "Ah," Vladimir Ilyich said, "the Pen has arrived."
He was expected: Vladimir Ilyich had heard of the man, the pen, from a friend of his by the name of Krzhizhanovsky, who had written of the pen to Vladimir Ilyich on a number of occasions. His sentiments were positive but somewhat disorganized, as if he were relaying information on a number of individuals, or simply one very inconsistent one. Looking at the pen, Vladimir Ilyich deemed that those inconsistencies were likely the products of youth-- of course Vladimir Ilyich would test the man, and make decisions on his character and views in time.
Once Vladimir Ilyich had dressed, it became apparent that he would not need to take long in developing his analysis of the pen (who was quick to reintroduce himself as Lev Davidovich). Lev Davidovich had words. His ideas were a rush of quick conclusions and anxieties, but he articulated them well and sincerely, and while his demeanour and views all seemed to match his young age, Vladimir Ilyich was not put off by this. In fact, he felt a peculiar rush of endearment, watching and listening to Lev Davidovich speak.
When finally a break in Lev Davidovich's monologue broke, Vladimir Ilyich glanced at the clock, to find that the hour was approaching something acceptable.
"Have you only just arrived in London?" Vladimir Ilyich asked. Lev Davidovich gave his confirmation and Vladimir Ilyich nodded. "Come on, then," He said, "I'll show you around."
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Notes: While this reads as rather dull and historically accurate, I don't plan on letting it stay that way. This is my first fic for my historslash100 table, and other fics that follow will explore this relationship in greater platonic, romantic, and sexual detail.
Author: pacifichemlock
Pairing: Lenin/Trotsky pre-slash
Rating G
Word Count: 350
Prompts: beginnings, pen
Summary: The meeting of Vladimir Lenin and Leon Trotsky.
Disclaimer: Actually, this did happen.
Their first meeting took place on a morning. It was a London autumn, quiet and hazy, with a familiar, comforting and dense fog hanging in the air, seeping into windows and lungs. Vladimir Ilyich had been laying in bed, dozing through what ought to have been his last few hours of sleep, inhaling mist, when Nadyezhda awoke him to an unfamiliar face. That face-- young, relatively handsome and quite noticeably Jewish-- was attached to a man who stared wide-eyed while attempting to retain a nonchalant dignity but regularly showing a sort of restlessness likely caused by guilt over the early hour. "Ah," Vladimir Ilyich said, "the Pen has arrived."
He was expected: Vladimir Ilyich had heard of the man, the pen, from a friend of his by the name of Krzhizhanovsky, who had written of the pen to Vladimir Ilyich on a number of occasions. His sentiments were positive but somewhat disorganized, as if he were relaying information on a number of individuals, or simply one very inconsistent one. Looking at the pen, Vladimir Ilyich deemed that those inconsistencies were likely the products of youth-- of course Vladimir Ilyich would test the man, and make decisions on his character and views in time.
Once Vladimir Ilyich had dressed, it became apparent that he would not need to take long in developing his analysis of the pen (who was quick to reintroduce himself as Lev Davidovich). Lev Davidovich had words. His ideas were a rush of quick conclusions and anxieties, but he articulated them well and sincerely, and while his demeanour and views all seemed to match his young age, Vladimir Ilyich was not put off by this. In fact, he felt a peculiar rush of endearment, watching and listening to Lev Davidovich speak.
When finally a break in Lev Davidovich's monologue broke, Vladimir Ilyich glanced at the clock, to find that the hour was approaching something acceptable.
"Have you only just arrived in London?" Vladimir Ilyich asked. Lev Davidovich gave his confirmation and Vladimir Ilyich nodded. "Come on, then," He said, "I'll show you around."
☭ ☭ ☭
Notes: While this reads as rather dull and historically accurate, I don't plan on letting it stay that way. This is my first fic for my historslash100 table, and other fics that follow will explore this relationship in greater platonic, romantic, and sexual detail.