#akimenrah

[askthedrunkexhibits]

Hello everybody! Hope your all doing great. Quick question, since Valentine’s Day is only a few weeks away, how do you guys celebrate it?

Ahk: Well, we usually just all hang out together and play games. Sometimes, some people will just go on dates like I did with Akim last year.

[smol-boy-akim]

I decided to redraw one of my art pieces from last year.

[transwitchofthewilds]

Can We Watch The Snow Fall?

The snow fell heavily upon the museum as the clouds slightly covered the moon.

              Each exhibit found themselves doing different things--some even getting in trouble.

           Lysandra slowly took a spot by Ahkmenrah and Akim Sidorenko. "Hey."

           "Privet," Akim responded.

            And Ahkmenrah shot a smile her way.

           "So, are you guys also bothered by this cold weather, or is it just me?" Lysandra asked.

            Ahk nodded. "Yes. It's still a little...weird to me. I'm much more fond of the weather that I knew of back in Cairo."

           "I feel that. It never got this cold back in Thermopylae," the Greek girl swiftly responded. Lysandra glanced toward Akim, awaiting his answer.

           "Well," Akim began. "I've sure as hell seen colder than this," he said with his Russian accent.

            Lysandra slightly cocked her head to the sky. "Huh. Really?"

             Akim nodded. "Da. Moscow was pretty much the same temperature, but the many times that I was stationed in Siberia, for example Kirov, it had been a whole lot colder."

            "So you're used to this then?" Lys asked, raising a dark eyebrow.

             Akim nodded, but said nothing more.

             "Lysandra," Naudar, the Greek girl's half brother, called out as he approached the group.

             "Hello, Naudar. Is there something you need?"

               Naudar nodded. "Well, not really something I need…" He began to trail off a bit before saying, "It's more of someone wanted to talk to you."

               "Who?" Lysandra asked.

               "Joan," Naudar simply said.

               "Where is she?"

               "Just down the hall," her half brother told her.

               "Okay." Lysandra then headed off in the direction that Joan was supposed to be in.

              And sure enough there was Joan of Arc, just sitting there, waiting.

             "Hey, Lys." Joan smiled at seeing the other girl.

              "Naudar said you wanted to talk to me," Lysandra said.

            Joan nodded. "Yeah. I did."

             Lysandra gazed at the French girl expectingly.

            Joan swallowed. "Uh, well, Lys you see, I've never been this close to anyone before. Sure, I've had friends in the past, but none were ever this close." Joan then continued on rambling with these thoughts.

            Finally, silence fell upon the two.

            "What are you trying to say, Joan?" Lysandra had an eyebrow raised.

          Joan gulped and then confessed, "I'm trying to say I like you, okay?"

          Lysandra chuckled. "Well, I like you too."

         The color pink fell upon Joan's face as she quickly looked away, smiling.

        Lysandra stood, pulling Joan up with her. "How about we go watch the snow fall outside?"

        Joan, still smiling said, "Yes, I'd like that."

[natm-ocs-blog]

Are the ocs in relationships?

Yes.

Atticus and Evelyn are happily in a relationship.

Omiros and Dorian are a thing.

Akim is dating Ahkmenrah.

Octavius seems to have eyes for Ichtaca.

Lysandra is in a relationship with Joan of Arc.

And nobody quite knows what's going on with Naudar.

[askthedrunkexhibits]

This is kinda a weird question but do any of the exhibits have some secret talent that none of the others know about?

Ahk: I did some observing around the museum--some might call it snooping-- and I did notice that Attila has a painting talent. And Akim can sing.

Akim: Uh, no I can't.

Ahk: shut up, you can.

[smol-boy-akim]

Who would try trust with their life?

Akim: Their are quite a few people I'd say 'I trust with my life'. Back when I was alive, I trusted Fane Pavlov, Yi Do-Yun and my sister, Romana with my life. And now in the museum, I'd say I trust Ahkmenrah, Amelia, Evelyn, and Dorian with my life.

[smol-boy-akim]

You've been visited by the random OC question fairy! :D ~☆

For what in your character's life do they feel most grateful for? What in their life do they resent the most? Even if it means drastically changing where they are now, would they travel back in time and change what they regret?

Akim: I tend to feel very grateful for my boyfriend, Ahkmenrah. As well as the friends I've made at the museum. I was also pretty greatful for Fane and Do-Yun. I did resent Volkov and Petrov during my time in Russia. As much as I would have liked avoiding all the things that happened to me in the past, they helped made me who I am today, so I'd say, no I wouldn't change a thing.

[askthedrunkexhibits]

Ahk and Akim what do you usually do on dates?

Ahk: We usually watch a movie on the television Larry got us exhibits...

Akim: Or watch documentaries about us and laugh at how much they didn't get right about our lives.

[transwitchofthewilds]

When The Soviet Soldier Met The Pharaoh - Ten

After several moments more, Akim stepped back, pulling his head back up.

    Ahkmenrah put his hands on Akim's shoulders. "Akim, what's wrong?"

       Akim took a deep breath. "Apparently, Vlad Petrov and Yuri Volkov are also at this museum."

        Ahk's eyes grew wide. "Volkov and Petrov as in the Volkov and Petrov? The ones that killed you?"

       Akim nodded. "Da."

       Ahkmenrah's eyes scanned Akim. His eyes came to a halt on a tear in Akim's jacket. "Which one of them did it?" He then asked.

       "Volkov," Akim began. "He managed to knock me over."

       Ahk huffed. He clenched his jaw, firmly, and his fists. Then, he started down the way that Akim had came from.

       "Ahk, you don't have to do this!" Akim called after the pharaoh.

       "No. I do," Ahkmenrah answered the Soviet soldier. Ahk continued on.

        Akim nervously gazed around and then followed Ahk out to where Volkov and Petrov would be. "They're going to eat you alive, Ahk."

        Ahkmenrah stopped. "Well," he began. "I have to do what I can to help you." He paused before continuing. "I hope this doesn't sound weird, but last night, I read up on you and your history."

       Akim tensed. Did he know about all the countless deaths and the blood on Akim's hands?

        Ahk continued, relieving Akim. If Ahkmenrah knew about any of that, he didn't state it. "You were the USSR's top airforce general--in close ties with Stalin, why did they kill you?"

      Akim sighed. "It's more of like an assassination." The Russian paused before saying, "My guess is that they didn't want a gay man in charge of them." A pause, "at least they didn't know I was transmasc."

       Ahk faintly smiled.

       Akim continued. "But, it sure says something if an enemy nation fails to assassinate you twice, but your own guys get it right on the first shot."

      Ahkmenrah then asked, "Akim, who tried to kill you?"

        "The United States."

         "Akim, I didn't know-"

        Akim chuckled, fakely, "I guess they didn't like I believed in equality."

        "Sidorenko!" A voice hissed out.

        Both Ahk and Akim turned to face the voice.

       There stood no other than Yuri Volkov.

         Volkov grinned. "Now who do we have here?"

[smol-boy-akim]

Ahkmenrah: *sighs*

Akim: What?

Ahkmenrah: You haven't looked at me for the past ten minutes.

Akim: We're trying to find the tablet-

Ahkmenrah: Did I ask for an excuse?

[smol-boy-akim]

They're Wrong

"What's wrong, Akim?" Ahkmenrah worriedly asked his boyfriend.

              "Nichego," Akim simply said.

             "Ki, it's not nothing," Ahkmenrah began. "Something is clearly frustrated you."

              Akim sighed. "It's just that I've heard some of the things Volkov has said...sometimes Romanoff and Petrov, and of course Napoleon and Tilly too. And that cowboy by the name of Wes."

           "What?" Ahkmenrah's eyes began to grow wide. "What did they say?"

           "Not much other then I'm worthless scum that never did anything for his country and doesn't deserve to be in this museum," Akim began to recall. "Some have even said I deserved dying to way I did."

           Ahkmenrah stiffened. "No. You didn't deserve it. They're wrong. You're not worthless scum. You did plenty of things for Russia." Ahkmenrah pulled Akim into a hug. "And most of all, you do deserve to be in this museum."

        Akim stifled a smile. "I love you, Ahk."

       Ahkmenrah smiled back. "I love you too, Ki."

[askthedrunkexhibits]

Ahkmenrah, I ship you with Akim and Akim ONLY. You two are so cute together!!!

Ahk: Aww. Thank you.

[askthedrunkexhibits]

Ahk and Akim, didn't someone jokingly give you guys a ship name in the museum?

Akim: Da.

Ahk: It was Al. He needed us for something so he jokingly called us 'Akimenrah'. Everyone just kinda just started calling us that.

[transwitchofthewilds]

[transwitchofthewilds]

Alright, so I'll do an angst or fluff fic for Sacagamelia, Alvan, L/D, Latilla, Kahmundar, or Akimenrah (possibly for other natm ships if they're requested) if you request one in my ask box. (Just make sure to leave a general description of what you want).

[askthedrunkexhibits]

Ahk don't you think that Lancelot's hair is quite... Breathtaking? And also his blue eyes, his smile and... Man you better tell me that you took him on a nice date already >:( :D

Ahk: Um no actually. I'm dating Akim.