#ref: polin x ilya

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Closed Starter: @hcllriot Plot: From the It's Christmas Time! meme. 🔥  ─  have an indoor picnic by the fireplace and/or christmas tree for Polin & Ilya

When it came to Ilya's private estate, the number of people who knew where to find it were less than one hand's worth. Having Polin there was a huge sign of trust. As usual, Ilya had decorated a real tree for Christmas, using ornaments that had been handed down from his mother's side of the family. Gorgeous ornaments, worth more than just the monetary value they held, in Ilya's opinion. They reminded him of Christmas traditions that he had created with his mother when she was still alive. That Christmas tree, however, sat on the opposite side of the room from the large fireplace.

The winter weather outside left a chill that would reach into the bone and never leave. A fire helped, as did a few other things, of course. With Polin there, he led her towards the room, the sounds of crackling logs in the fireplace lending the large room a much more homey feeling. On the floor near the fireplace was a blanket with items laid out for a picnic. "I made a little bit of a surprise for you," Ilya explained, gesturing to the spread. "This used to be a tradition with my mother when I was young." With a smile he looked over what he had set up, "So, what do you say to a little indoor Christmas picnic?"

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Once again, Ilya felt the lightness of their playful conversation, threatening to pull a laugh from him. He arched a brow at her before answering, "Hmm, would you like the politically correct answer, or would you like the truthful and blunt answer?" Ilya was sure Polin would know what he was referring to even without him having to say it. The sly look on her face, and the glint in her eye was enough to tell him all he needed to know. He watched as she closed the remaining distance between them, and he made no move to stop her from fiddling with the front of his shirt. A slow smile spread over his face before one arm wound around her wait and pulled her in tightly against his body, eyes remaining locked on hers. "Oh, I have a few ideas in mind." He leaned in close, "Could always start with a kiss."

it was easy to talk to ilya, to even go as far as to say it was fun to play around with him. was that a dangerous thing to do with a dangerous man? absolutely, but polin lived her life on the edge. or at least that's what it felt like doing what she did. "wasn't it though?" she inquired with feigned innocence, as if she had no idea what it was that he meant. "oh you don't? you'll have to remind me when it is you don't like to have an audience," the tease leaving her lips as she bit in her lower lip, that sly look crossing her features only matching the glint in her eye as she took the last few steps that were between them, fingers reaching out to fiddle with the front of his shirt. "i don't know, how do you plan on helping to heal my heart?" shifting how she was standing, gaze getting lost in his for a moment.

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Being so well trained in combat in various forms helped Ilya understand exactly what those factors might be that played a part in the overall outcome of a fight. She didn't need to explain for him to know. The question and statement from Polin drew a genuine laugh out of Ilya. He shook his head with an amused smile on his face. "No, and you know that's not what I was saying." He knew she was teasing, and his easy demeanor expressed as much. "I'm merely saying that we could make a profit off a round between the two of us... and I don't always like to have an audience... tsk... you should know that." A sly smirk formed on Ilya's face and he took a few steps towards her, "Do I need to help heal your heart, malishka?

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For Polin & Ilya!

[Ilya] I may or may not have a surprise for you. [Ilya] And by that I mean that I absolutely have a surprise for you, and you'll need to come by my home tonight to get that surprise. [Ilya] I will accept no other answer aside from yes you'll be here. I promise that I'll make the trip worth it. [Ilya] Actually, try and get here sooner rather than later. The sooner you get here, the better.

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🔥  ─  have an indoor picnic by the fireplace and/or christmas tree (polin and ilya)

From this It's Christmas Time! meme here!

The starter can be found HERE!

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It was nice to be able to do something for Polin, to surprise her. This was the sort of gift that he hadn't been able to give anyone. Memories of his mother, and the things they had done during his childhood swirled in his mind as he led her to the indoor picnic that he'd laid out for her. After he sat, Ilya waited for Polin to join him, smiling at her comment. This place was definitely impressive, large, and hidden away from everything and everyone. It had been a big investment that he'd been more than happy to make. It gave him peace of mind to be able to hide away and not have to worry about his father, or sister in this place. It was the only location in the world where he could fully be his true self.

"Thank you, if you think this place is amazing, I'll have to give you a full tour," Ilya commented. "If it wasn't so cold outside, I would suggest we take the horses for a ride around the estate as well. We might freeze if we did that, however. I can at least give you a tour of the inside. You're not afraid of large dogs, are you? Because you'll end up meeting Artur, if we do tour the house." Artur was currently in another room, likely napping, at Ilya's orders. Finally, Ilya gestured, "You first. Take what you want, I made this for you, after all."

polin was more than surprised when ilya had told her to to come to him for the holiday, and even more surprised when he'd given her, verbally, an address that she'd written down until she comitted it to memory before burning the paper. the man had informed her that nearly no one had the address he'd given to her and if she could help it, the cooler would make sure that it stayed that way. though, she couldn't lie, she was confused why he was inviting her to such a private and clearly important place to him. still, she went - breath taken from her as she pulled up to the estate. wrapping her favorite leather jacket tightly around her, she got out of her car and walked up the long stretch to the door, heels of her thigh high boots clicking on the cement.

following after him, she made sure to keep her hands to herself and remained close to the man. walking on his right side, just behind him, much like she had her closest do to her when it was her leading the way. "oh ilya," she exclaimed when the light of the fireplace lit the room up, her chocolate eyes glistening in the glow as she observed the spread laid out on the blanket. "i'd love to have an indoor christmas picnic." a smile on her features as she waited for a few more minutes until he sat down and got settled before she followed suit, getting down onto the floor. "this place is amazing." looking around the room, but she wasn't just talking about the room. she'd been inside places like this but never spent more than a few minutes.