Anti-OTP: Ivan/Cimorene

[returntheticket]

Ivan had never been the kind of man who crossed people's backyards and hopped over their fences, when he lived in Skotoprigonyevsk; perhaps it was because he had been too controlled, too dignified for such informalities--but more likely, it was because he loathed the thought of encountering people as he crossed the town

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[dragon_dealer]

Cimorene's out for weeding, hair pinned up and with leather gloves to protect her hands. She raises her eyebrows as she catches sight of Ivan in the orchard. "What, don't tell me Percy's adopted someone else?"

[returntheticket]

"Percy?" He doesn't make her a polite bow, although he might have if he'd been less startled. "This is his land, then?"

[dragon_dealer]

"Well, he doesn't have a deed or anything, but he built most everything on it, so I think that gives him a right if anyone has it." She looks amused.

[returntheticket]

"It is as well that he doesn't own it; I should have thought my brother a worse idealist, if he had told me in error that all things were held in common here." But if all things are held in common, then all labor must be held in common, too (Russian culture was always ripe for communism), and he offers, "Might I help you?"