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Nov 7, 2020 17:47:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2020 17:47:57 GMT -7
It was no secret that Dmitri had a dark past. He had told Heleen more about his past than he had ever told an outsider to that world before. He had been raised thinking that the best way to keep someone safe from things, was to keep them totally in the dark. He knew that there would always be things that he just wouldn't share. He hoped that she would understand. But he also knew some about her past, and knew that she had, in fact, gotten hurt by past relationships. Dmitri dreaded becoming like them. He didn't want to see her hurt.
"I can stay for about fifteen more minutes before I really have to go. I'm just going to pop upstairs for a moment to get dressed." Dmitri knew Heleen, so he knew that this must have been a terribly awkward and hard thing for her. He felt bad about that. Glad that she was willing to stay just a little bit longer, but perhaps it would be best for her to step away to have time to process things. He nodded at her comment "Alright" he tried to reassure her with just one word. He observed as she got up and moved back towards his room.
Dasha made her way to the table and started to play with the food. It seemed that no one here was in too much of a hurry to eat anything. Dmitri followed, and sat at the table, having a heavy sign as he ran his fingers through his hair. What a mess he had created. The young girl remained quiet, probably not wanting to be overheard by Heleen only going to his room for an unknown amount of time. He hung his head, and remained there until he heard Heleen returning back to the kitchen. He had picked up a fork to cut into the eggs as she reentered.
Heleen looked fresher, hair fixed and a new dress, but he could still see the hints of distress. This really had been a rough situation for her, and after such a nice night last night. They hadn't intended for it to go so far, but what was past was past. He could see that the best action would be to let her process the information and talk to her about it later.
Unlike his sister, Dmitri did take a bite, just one, of the eggs. His sister did say that she liked the food, even though he knew that she hadn't eaten any. But at least she was being nice. She could have said anything, but she chose to say "Yes". That was a good sign, right? He read the fake emotions on her face and felt both proud and sad. He was proud that he and their older sister had taught Dashyenka how to lie so well. But, also sad to the fact that she was so good at it.
"Isn't it, Dmitri?" The boy took a deep breath in and gave a small smile to Heleen. "It's great, thank you." He said softly. Perhaps it would be best for the excitement to end sooner than later.
@seph @dasha
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Nov 9, 2020 4:40:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2020 4:40:14 GMT -7
Heleen sat at the table but didn't really bother pretending to have an appetite. She was stressed out beyond reason and was just waiting for a polite window of opportunity to walk out. She'd been unable to properly contact her brother but at the very least she had her wand again. It made a world of difference, or at least it was supposed to. She felt less exposed but not less worried. All of her senses screamed this was a hostile environment and she needed to slowly but carefully back away. She was hoping that she wouldn't seem rude but for now it didn't really seem like the situation was looking to get better any time soon. She didn't really bother to pick up her fork to eat at first, but since both siblings claimed it was good she almost felt as if she was obligated to eat. Not that they'd eaten much, she'd seen it on their plates. They'd been touched, but only barely. It didn't feel as if she'd made a good choice of late. She could feel the doubt and emotion attempting to swallow her up whole.
So she did the only thing she could and picked up her cutlery and took a few bites, eating in the awkwardly painful silence that seemed rather determinded to linger. She wasn't in the mood to talk, worried the nerves would make her deposit the contents of her stomach on the table. After finishing her breakfast at what felt like a horribly slow pace she checked the clock. Since there hadn't been much going on in terms of conversation and she was starved for fresh air she gave the pair an awkward and polite smile. "I'd best be off." She used magic to get her plate to the sink and clean it as she checked if she hadn't forgotten anything important. She then turned to Dmitri and smiled as best as she could. She'd definitively consider avoiding him for the next week or so out of sheer discomfort if she could. "Thank you, I had a lovely night. I'll see you at work." She then turned to Dasha, really not sure what to say but she wanted to be polite. She also really wanted to disappear. The plate gentle lowered itself onto the counter, spotless and ready to be put back where it belonged, except Heleen failed to remember where that was and she wasn't about to try and look for it. "Nice to meet you Dasha. Have a good day." She said with a slight inclination of her head, turning and letting herself out. She had her shoes on in seconds and as soon as she was out of the garden she disapparated home so she could have her little panic attack.
[Heleen out, although you two can continue if you wish, I'll be stalking] @dmitri @dasha
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Nov 9, 2020 22:58:21 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2020 22:58:21 GMT -7
Getting too close to anyone in Britain who wasn't Dmitri was likely to spell disaster, Dasha knew, mostly because there were a lot of other things that she didn't know. She didn't know to what lengths their father might go to reach them from prison, and she didn't want to risk finding out. The more closely that she and Dmitri could keep their pasts guarded, the more likely it seemed that they would be able to move on with their lives without interference. For their own good, it was better that they didn't reveal too much. They themselves weren't bad people, Dasha knew. They were in survival mode constantly, but that was only because it was too hard to know who was listening.
Even when it came to what might have been harmless interactions for anyone else, they still had to exercise caution. Dasha wasn't around anyone her own age enough to be worried about that yet; the villagers didn't know who she was. When she got to Hogwarts, she knew, she would have to be mindful of what she did and said. Her new classmates wouldn't need to know the details of her life in Russia, not that Dasha would have shared the details. She wanted a "normal" life, for once.
She supposed that that was what Dmitri had wanted, too. He had worked hard enough to protect her and provide for her that he more than deserved whatever "normalcy" they could find for themselves in Britain. Getting close enough to someone to date them, though, meant sharing even more than what a friend or an acquaintance might need to know. That was even more of a risk, and it was what had shocked her so much about Heleen's presence. There wasn't supposed to be anyone else in their home, and Dasha couldn't recall that there had been anyone else in their home since they had moved in.
And then there was Heleen, whose cooking hadn't even compelled Dmitri to eat more than a bite of the breakfast she had made. Heleen at least sat down at the table with them, the only one of the three of them who was really bothering to eat what she had gone to the trouble of making. Dasha didn't actually want the food to go to waste, but she wasn't eager to eat it, either.
Mostly to keep up the appearance of having eaten some of her breakfast before Heleen had come down the stairs to join them again, Dasha actually did take a few bites of what Heleen had made. She was glad that her original lie had been relatively truthful. The food really wasn't bad, as Dmitri had said to reassure Heleen, but it wasn't anything that Dasha planned to shovel down in Heleen's company.
"I'd best be off," Heleen eventually smiled at them both. She got up and magically cleaned her plate, and then she went over and thanked Dmitri for the night she had had, mentioning that she would see him at work. It didn't seem to Dasha like the normal way in which to part ways after something like that, but Heleen didn't seem overly enthusiastic.
Heleen also added that it had been nice to meet her, and she told her to have a nice day. After everything that had just happened, Dasha wasn't sure how good her day was going to be, but she didn't think that there was any way that it could get worse from that point on. She gave a little nod of acknowledgement at Heleen's comment but watched warily as she left, making sure that the door had shut completely behind her as she departed.
In Heleen's absence after what had seemed like half the day already, Dasha looked over at Dmitri. Normally, she would have made certain to speak in English, following the rule that they had put into place while they were at home: It was English at home; Russian in public. But not then.
"Oh my God, Kostya!" Dasha whined, chewing into him more severely than she had physically chewed the eggs on her plate. "You can't just bring a girl home like that!" she exclaimed. He had to think about the repercussions of something like that. It was dangerous. "And how would I know that she isn't an intruder?!" She obviously wasn't their sister. "I know that you can't talk about your work, but you could have at least told me that you've been seeing someone!" He hadn't even stopped to consider things from her perspective, which might have been what truly bothered Dasha the most. "And she's so…" Dasha gestured enough that she had to stop herself from accidentally knocking anything off of the table. Heleen was sweet and polite, but she was almost startlingly sweet and polite—like a baby animal. "She would run all the way back to wherever she's from if she knew about our past."
@dmitri @seph (for reference)
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Nov 13, 2020 14:40:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2020 14:40:49 GMT -7
The way the Krovopuskov children were raised, it was easy to fear that the worst would happen. Because for all you know, it was already in the works. While Dmitri had worked hard to change his years to training, he still retained many of his skills. This also meant that he didn't interact with many people. By this time, he was more comfortable with the idea that not everyone was out to get him. But he could never be truly sure that his past wouldn't catch up to him. Either from his fathers side, or his own, especially in the fighting ring. Heleen had been the one person that he had interacted with, and allowed himself to get close to. He had learned to trust her. The idea of "normal" was hard to explain. In a way, Dmitri had craved for some companionship, but never willing to open up. Now that he had, he worried about losing the trust of his sister, whom he had done so much to protect. He hoped that there would come a time when Dasha could fully accept Heleen.
Dmitri ate a little bit, but it did seem like no one was in much of a mood to eat. Tensions were still high, and perhaps it would be best to leave things as they were for now, letting everyone cool off. By observance, he could tell that Heleen was really doubting herself, he would defiantly need to make this up to her. Dashyenka was a little different. The girl seemed like a ticking bomb. She was just waiting to explode. The silence was deafening and relentless. The idea of civil conversation seemed to have fallen away. Dmitri ate most of his plate as Heleen had completed hers. The time seemed to drag a bit. The awkwardness settling in even thicker. He noticed the nervous, but polite smile from the woman, and he knew what was coming. While he wanted to spend more time with her, to reassure her and help her feel better. He knew that leaving was perhaps the best thing at the time. He would have time to talk to his sister. "I'd best be off." As he expected, the time had come for Heleen to leave. Before she left, Heleen acted properly, and as a polite house guest, washing her dishes, wild probably making sure that she hadn't left anything. He responded to her weak smile with an apologetic one himself.
"Thank you, I had a lovely night. I'll see you at work." He nodded and smiled, agreeing to her statement. He also realized that she probably needed a bit of space to process all that had happened. Dmitri rose from the table and walked followed her out "I am sorry about all of this" He said softly as she was leaving "We'll talk later" Willing to leave it to her digression as to when that would be. She quickly disappeared away from the garden, and Dmitri closed the door and walked back to his sister. Now he was in for it.
Normally, the rule was that the siblings spoke in English at home, and would speak Russian while out, especially when they wanted some privacy. This was mostly for Dasha's benefit. She would get the practice for when she started school, and for her future endeavors. But it did seem that this rule would be put on hold for the time being. As his sister started, she used their native tonged. She started, and as predicted, it was time for the bomb to go off. Dmitri sat back down, this was something that, in a way, he had been expecting since this morning had started. He knew that he was at fault here, and there were many things that he had done wrong. But there was no way that he could. Before this, he didn't think that he had done anything wrong. He had a previous girlfriend in Russia, and no one knew. No one had to know.
It also didn't help that last night, they had only indeed for this place to be a quick pitstop. But, obviously, it didn't end that way. Dmitri let the girl fully rant. It was best for her to get it all out there. Any excuse that he gave would just be that, and perhaps make his sisters mood worsen. But finally they got to the most important point. "She would run all the way back to wherever she's from if she knew about our past."
The man signed, pausing a moment to see if the girl wished to continue. But when it became apparent that she was done, for now, he responded, also in Russian. "She's not like anyone else that we've met." ultimately meaning, anyone from their past. "She isn't one to divulge other's information. I also don't think she's going anywhere." True, this morning she had acted more like some prey animal, while they were the predator's. But he hoped that she would stick around. He had never really felt this way about another person, that wasn't his sister.
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Nov 13, 2020 16:33:23 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2020 16:33:23 GMT -7
Heleen just seemed like such a different person to the way that they were and how they had been raised by their father that it was difficult for Dasha to see anything but what she viewed as the complete incompatibility between her and Dmitri. Dasha firmly believed that she knew her brother better than anyone else on the planet, and it was hard for her to see him with someone she hadn’t met and hadn’t learned to trust in the same way that she trusted him or would have trusted their sister if she were still in their lives. It made her frustrated that she couldn’t get Dmitri to see her perspective on the matter, especially when it was a perspective that he had taught her long before. If they were going to survive in the world, they had to abide by certain rules. They couldn’t let very many people in. Their father had never allowed them to spend a great deal of time around those outside of their little family unit, only because it reduced the influence that he could hold over them. Now, with their father imprisoned, it was a matter of not letting people in because they didn’t know who else might have been of the same mind. People could do terrible things, and Dasha never wanted to feel that same pain again. She wanted to avoid that, whatever the cost.
She didn’t know who Heleen really was, even if it was likely that the woman had passed background checks to get the job that she had at the Ministry. Dasha didn’t know what the bar for that sort of thing might have been, but it could have been anything short of not having been thrown in Azkaban. Of course Dmitri was nice; he was polite and he was handsome. Even if Dasha were to assume that Heleen was precisely who she said she was and was every bit as innocent as she let on, she didn’t seem ready to accept what they had faced in Russia. Heleen had been so startled by a teenage girl cursing at her in a foreign language; she wouldn’t have reacted well to the details that Dasha herself preferred to keep repressed. It was difficult to convey to anyone else, and anyone from a similar background was probably too busy watching their own back to take that as an opportunity to form a bond. All of that could be too easily broken.
Dmitri spoke up to defend himself, and Dasha was pleasantly surprised to hear that he was speaking to her in Russian. Less would get lost in translation, which was better. A conversation such as the one that they needed to have wouldn’t come easily, maybe, but it had to be said. And what Dmitri said was that Heleen wasn’t like anyone else they had met. Dasha got the feeling that he meant people whom they had met while they were still living in Russia, because they barely knew anyone in Little Hangleton. Dasha agreed and nodded softly. She could agree that Heleen was different. She was so jumpy, so easily frazzled by anything that came her way… It was weakness. If she hadn’t been a good person, for example, there were so many things that she could have done to Heleen, in theory. Just the way that she carried herself was fascinating, in a way, because it was clear that she hadn’t had to develop the same views on the world. It was as if she expected people to be kind from the start.
He promised that she wasn’t one to share others’ information, either. At least he promised that, which gave Dasha something to fall back upon in the event that anything were to happen. The fewer complications they had, the better, and Dasha was so bothered by what had happened just since she had woken up that she would have been tempted to ask Dmitri to prove it by having Heleen make an Unbreakable Vow to ensure that she really wouldn’t be able to divulge anything to anyone beyond the conditions of the vow itself. Dasha wasn’t sadistic enough to want Heleen dead in actuality, but she didn’t want the trouble that something like that would have brought. “I also don’t think she’s going anywhere.”
Dasha knew what Dmitri had meant: Heleen wouldn’t be leaving his life for the foreseeable future, not with all of the convincing that she could do for the rest of the day—and probably the rest of the week. Still, there was no denying that Heleen had literally left—and awkwardly. “Well,” Dasha pointed out, “she left, didn’t she, Kostya?”
@dmitri @seph (for reference) Fin!
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