#&&. opp | nadya romanova

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“ mountains, waterfalls, wildlife parks...and your friend chose to host here. what are fireworks to volcanoes? ” ( @ncdyc​ )

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@ncdyc​​

the rap against nadya’s door is new -- she’d become accustomed to striding in without more consideration. “ hey. do you want to go for a drive? ”

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@ncdyc​

eyes flick up as soon as the door opens. “ morning -- did you have a good run? ” and before nadya can make an escape, “ sit, please. i made a smoothie, there’s toast. ”

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@ncdyc​

anya is now accustomed to the thunderous creaks of the garage door as it closes, letting it slide into place while she undoes her belt and the engine stops. this time, she’d kept herself awake instead of letting the comforting rhythm of tires on pavement lull her into sleep. the words she hadn’t said had kept twisting in her stomach, threatening to let loose every time she’d had the urge to grin at nadya as their bikes sped through trails. “ wait, ” her hand darts out to press on nadya’s thigh, keep her in place. “ i have to tell you something. ”

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@ncdyc​

harried steps from alexei’s meeting space had carried her swiftly up the stairs, bursting on to the rooftop. it had been blessedly empty, leaving room for anya to pace while the cold winds reddened her cheeks. nadya knew. kostya knew. is that what nadya had meant that evening? the things she couldn’t tell. the tips of anya’s ears feel numb by the time she leaves, fingers tucked under her arms to keep from freezing. she’s slow to open the door to their apartment -- it’s not difficult to guess why neither told her about alexei’s plans. but this isn’t a little hurt. “ nadya, i-- ” of course, both are there, up to their schemes. “ alexei told me. ”

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@ncdyc​

“ how was your run? ” her hair is still mussed, the little divot by her brow creasing as anya yawns. she slept just long enough to feel lethargic when she woke. “ i enjoyed the muffins yesterday. ” she enjoys them every time. “ thank you. ”

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@ncdyc​

the silence has been unbearable, but anya has struggled to break it until she knew what to say. she picks at her food aimlessly, glancing up when it seems nadya will leave, dinner barely touched. “ nadya-- wait. please. ” utensil is left beside her plate, fingers lacing together on the table. “ can we talk? ”

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&&. @ncdyc​

stiff, exhausted limbs had slowly been pounded into some semblance of relaxed beneath the hot pressure of her shower. for a moment she’d considered trying nadya’s tip, rinsing her hair with cold water to make it glossy, but she hadn’t wanted to experience the shock. at least, she forgoes towel drying her hair. “ bathroom is free, if you’d like, ” anya offers, sitting and combing through her tangles ( trying to keep the tangled thoughts around alexei at bay for just a little bit longer. ) “ are you hungry? ” 

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&&. @ncdyc​

“it’s good you didn’t come earlier -- you’ve seen the news?” the gentle touch to nadya’s elbow is a greater gesture of affection than usual. “do you have a unit set up? you could send your bags to my place if you like.”

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@ncdyc​

“ no princesses to save tonight? ”

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@ncdyc​

it’s a little strange to be with nadya so late at night, nursing a cup of chamomile tea. the time difference between moscow and  mar del plata isn’t the worst, but jet lag is the easiest way to explain away her wired state. “ i should let you know that i appreciate your help in all this, ” anya murmurs, dark eyes following the swirling dregs. “ i haven’t-- have you spoken to lysoha more? ”