#mirrcr : nikolai lantsov

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⤷ ✧ @mirrcr said, ❝ would you run away with me? ❞ from nikolai.

they are no strangers to the absurd, and by comparison the question scarcely deserves the label. ❛ I get a choice this time? ❜ on another's lips, the question might seem arch, yet she all but laughs it, delighted even as she teases. she has not kept a running tally of the growing number of times he has stolen her away with him, few days snatched from other responsibilities.

❛ not today, ❜ she offers by way of answer, faux-stern as if the words are not also an implied absolutely. ❛ I am not missing tonight's concert, and I am not missing tomorrow's festival. ❜ it was, after all, the entirety of the reason she'd arranged her schedule to bring her here now, and not in another month. she drops the effort at maintaining even a semblance of serious demeanor, her ever-quick smile returning almost immediately. ❛ then, I'm all yours. ❜

[mirrcr]

FOR I DO NOT EXIST ⸻ there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. with every acquaintance i make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. i alone do not exist.

MIRRCR ⸻ a highly selective, private, mutuals-only multi fandom multimuse, featuring canon and original characters, exploring where the person ends, and where the myth begins, a perception so strong it becomes the truth, charades and masquarades, and the strangness of space. adored and grown by odette ( 27, gmt-2, she/her ). rules and muses.

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there are no arguments to make — on either's part — that they have not made times beyond reckoning. one day it will seem a foolish game, when age catches up and with it a dose of the reality they both flagrantly ignore. his impassioned protest only earns him a smile and lighthearted argument that could not sound serious even if she tried. ❛ you left me tied up for hours, when there was nowhere for me to go anyways. makes you complicit. ❜

she leans across the space between them as she speaks to kiss him, as if she had not just accused him. one day, perhaps, it will seem foolish, but elia does not think she will ever cease to be delighted by his faux indignation.

❛ but if you wish to keep your surprises, you must let me keep mine. I'm not telling you what I'm playing. ❜

❛⠀ shows how much you pay attention, miss eliana! ⠀ ❜ ⠀ pressing a hand to his chest, he begins re-litigating the first argument they ever had, as always passionate about his righteousness ( at least until he remembers he has something more important to do ). ⠀ ❛⠀ did i grab you? did i throw you in a sack? no. i ordered someone to invite you to spend a few weeks on my boat. their method was wholly their own.⠀ ❜

with some encouragement from him. a strict reminder that if they didn’t come back with the best harpist alive, they shouldn’t even come back, probably influenced their decision to kidnap her. probably. he is not a kidnapper. how should he know how their twisted minds work?

❛⠀ and ruin the surprise?⠀ ❜

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❛ I always had a choice? ❜ she repeats, coming to perch upon the edge of the bed as she slips her second earring into place. ❛ now, who was it again who kidnapped me? ❜ since then, perhaps, he might argue she has always had a choice. she has scarcely needed one, a fact he has taken full advantage of in showing up with her bags packed, announcing that they are going somewhere.

some day, she may cease to remind him of how they met, but not today.

❛ but you ought to give me warning when you're coming if you want me to play your favorites. ❜ as if she does not always have one or two ( along, often, with a new addition to her repertoire — one she thinks might become a new favorite ) on her program, just in case.

❛⠀ you always had a choice, ⠀ ❜ ⠀ lounging in her bed, he is the very picture of decadence: wind-swept hair, cheeks slightly burnt from the afternoon sun, giving him a roguish, unkept look, silk shirt rumpled. half-pirate, half-prince, neither of which is very fond of the idea of staying another two days in this town.

however... he doesn't protest. he doesn't point out to her that the winds today are swooping in from the south and they could be on another continent within three hours, enjoying a brand new day. nikolai, instead, merely sighs, bottom-lip jutting out.

❛⠀ playing any of my favorites tonight? ⠀ ❜