ANA --- POOLSIDE BLUES

[anastasiya svetlana of russia]

[style=height: 400px; width: 400px; background-color: FFEBCD; opacity: .5; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; overflow: auto; padding: 8px]Sometimes Ana felt sorry for her brothers; they had no one but her to turn to for advice, and while that could be beneficial for some things, the fact that they had to rely on her for romantic advice was rather pathetic. Mostly on her part, considering she knew next to nothing about it. The little she did know came from her miniscule amount of experience and books that she read in her downtime. Granted, most of those books offered a more outdated look on dating, well, courting or however the Austens and Brontes referred to it. What little advice she gave them was just her mixing that little bit of information, logic and what she knew about her brothers, and she did know them better than they knew themselves it seemed. At least she could always tell what would be the best course of action for their personalities, regardless if they worked or not. She wondered if getting Viktor’s input, someone not so close to the situation and possibly more knowledgeable on the subject than she, would help Mat at all. Then again, everything he’d had to say on the situation hadn’t really settled well with her already. Though she had to take into account that she was a girl and that boys were... “Neanderthals,” she said, somewhat jokingly, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. That much she could agree with, even if she knew that was not what he had meant. She couldn’t really protest on anything else he’d said, though she wished for some reason to find fault in it; they couldn’t possibly agree on more than a few things a day lest the world implode. “I know I shouldn’t worry, but I do, regardless of how many times people tell me not to,” she mumbled again, casting her eyes down to the water, preferring to let the quiet act of confidence fade and not meet his eyes.

Huffing she watched him leisurely just lay there. In the water, moving around only minimally but keeping himself afloat easily as if it was second nature. She wished she could do that, but then again, that would mean having to practice, which she was sure he did a lot considering his ease in the water. Eventually, if she persisted and forced herself, she could probably get used to the water and see it as less of a threat, not be friends with it like Viktor was. She had to commend him though; it was kind of impressive. “A penny?” she asked incredulously. She was not going to give up that thought for anything in the world, much less to Viktor, the person the thought was about. Now that sounded rather personal, not the way she’d intended it to. “You might need to up the offer in this case. I might get in trouble for this one,” she said lightly, the hilarity of the situation not lost on her. She wondered if she could trade another day in the pool for getting him in tights and a tutu. She’d trade a week of swimming days just to see that, though she doubted he’d go for it, or that she’d even get the chance to suggest it. He’d have walked right into that one on his own. “Because I’m the type of person that would do ... that,” she said, sarcasm biting bitterly at her words as she vocalized her thoughts from earlier. “I’m sure you’d appreciate the view though,” she rolled her eyes again, wishing she could do that eyebrow waggle and make him as uncomfortable as she felt at the moment.

“I am not letting go,” she said, green eyes glaring at him defiantly. She did not trust him enough to let go of the side for all the money in the world. He’d already pushed her into the pool, what was to say he wouldn’t do something else. No, she was content in her struggles as they were. Eventually the damned things would come out. “I’m not worried about the floating part, I know I can do that ... it always comes after the drowning one, you know, face down in the water.”

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TAG VIKTOR, WEARING THIS, OH GOD, SHE'D DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT XD

[viktor]

Dating wasn’t really his forte, but okay, if he suddenly found himself face to face with a question about that, Viktor would probably give it his best shot. However, given how cynical his outlook was most of the time, he wasn’t sure how helpful he’d be able to be. Honestly, he preferred to simply observe and roll his eyes at the dating scene he saw here at Vineheart. Half of the guys thought they were in love with girls, and half the girls thought the other half of guys were in love with them, while that half simply didn’t care. It was all really confusing if you didn’t think about it properly, but Viktor mostly just got a blast out of it all. He chuckled when she let out the word ‘neanderthal’ and allowed a smile to grace his lips as his chin poked out of the water a little bit. Maybe. Then again, at least they understand the basic rules of reproduction well enough. If we had to have a course on THAT, I’d probably demand to be enrolled in some other school. He shrugged his shoulders, poking them out of the water for a moment, before dipping them back in. Unlike Ana, he hadn’t shed any clothes thus far, because if he was perfectly honest with himself he hadn’t been planning any jumps into the pool, regardless of throwing her in. However, the jeans were becoming slightly uncomfortable, but he’d prefer to get rid of the shirt first. He’d work on that one. Hey, worrying seems to be in your nature, I’m surprised you can even think about not doing it, he teased her lightly, splashing some water gently in her direction, only for pure fun. He wanted to make her see the pool was her friend, not her enemy.

Her expression at his question made him laugh again. Okay, not a penny then, he mused out loud, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair, slicking it back and out of his face. This way, at least, he didn’t have it constantly in his eyes, which would probably put Ana at ease. She seemed allergic to his constant fiddling with it. Alright, hm, how about ... I offer to buy you a cup of something warm and a couple of muffins? I have it on good authority that they’ll be freshly baked. Toss her in the water and then make sure she didn’t hate him forever for it, that was a good enough plan, not that he was entirely sure just why he wanted to do that in the first place. It was better than thinking about her and skinny dipping in the same sentence though, much better. Hey, every girl’s the type, he continued arguing though, the smile never leaving his face and his slate grey eyes meeting hers from his position in the water. Well, you never know, the view might be pretty good, wouldn’t want to miss that, he quipped in an afterthought, before moving his arms a little and pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it to the pool’s edge. Luckily for him it hadn’t been that difficult to remove, though the way she was peeling her thights off was making him chuckle. Hey, it was a suggestion from someone who actually knows what he’s doing ... besides, you’ll tear them if you continue at it for much longer like that. If you want to salvage them, you should do it pretty quick. He would have come closer and actually just pulled them off her if he’d dared, however, he was pretty sure she’d want to strangle him in that case. Viktor had to hand it to her though, she definitely knew how to turn a pool into a mass murderer. I already told you I won’t let you drown. Besides, if you’d wanted to do that, you’d have already. Seeing as you’re stilla live and well, I’m pretty sure that you’ll live to tell the tale. And then in sixty years, you’ll be telling your grandchildren about how you got thrown into a pool and survived. Viktor gave her a smug little smile as he turned around to push himself onto his back, lazily floating there as he did so, but keeping an eye on Ana all the same, just to be on the safe side. He did NOT want to be responsible for anything more than wet hair and ruined clothes.

TAGGED --- ANASTASIYA SVETLANA OF RUSSIA
NOTES --- xDDD
LYRICS --- MICHAEL JACKSON
TEMPLATE --- MADE BY ME

[anastasiya svetlana of russia]

[style=height: 400px; width: 400px; background-color: FFEBCD; opacity: .5; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; overflow: auto; padding: 8px]Ana always tried to do what was best for her brothers, and if that meant attempting to go out of her comfort zone and give them dating advice, then so be it. Once she’d dealt out the advice, however, it was up to them whether they used it or not, and whether they trusted her opinion. She hadn’t really steered them wrong yet, but mostly she just tried to say what she thought they wanted to her, while at the same time directing them in the right direction, like she tried to do with most things. Unbeknownst to them, she’d always been able to get them to do the things she wanted them to by putting the ideas in their heads, and then making them believe it had been them who had thought of it originally. A little cunning, yes, but Ana had never claimed to be perfect, nor had she ever said she was completely innocent. She could manipulate people fairly well, and that was important in this world, she knew that much. If she could do it quietly, stay by the sidelines like she did with her brothers, and yet still have things go her way, then all the better for her. Most people were receptive to her quiet leadership and subtle manipulation, the only person who’d really not responded to her best efforts was Viktor, and she couldn’t deny that it was frustrating, but also welcome; she never knew how their conversations would turn out, no matter where she tried to direct them. “I’d be willing to propose that course for this coming September, if only to torture my brothers,” she gave a low, almost inaudible chuckle. For how much they drove her crazy, they deserved to get it back twice as bad, but she found she wasn’t as good with the jokes and pranks as they were. Eventually though, she was going to catch up with them, and when she did, it was going to be good, she was going to make sure of it. “Well, if I keep it up like this I’ll have grey hairs before I’m twenty,” she splashed a little water in return, shaking her head at her own immaturity and his. Of course he’d make her revert back to being five.

Ana couldn’t help but regard Viktor critically for a second. She liked food, and warm things, so the offer was very difficult to deny. Despite being small, she’d always loved eating, even if she’d had a few problems with it in the past. Freshly baked anything was very difficult to pass up; it was the reason that Ana was usually one of the first people awake in the morning and in the cafe, to get the biscuits as they just came out of the oven or the bread when it was just being sliced. She wasn’t a pig by any means, but everything was better fresh, that much was for certain. “Hmm... hot cocoa,” she said, nodding, knowing that after being in the chill water for so long, she’d probably go for a nice warm mug of anything, but her mind was screaming chocolate. “And make it a chocolate chip muffin too.” Yes, even she was powerless against sweets and baked goods. “But what is this authority that’s going to be making them for me?” she asked. She wasn’t sure she’d eat them if he was making them himself. She didn’t trust him that much. “I’ll tell you, though, you might not like the information,” that sly smile pulled at her lips once more as she thought of it. Oh yes, he’d definitely like that one, no doubt. “Well then consider me a woman than, not some frivolous girl,” she said. She wasn’t even going to approach how stereotypical his statement was and let it slide. She couldn’t fight every battle and she knew that if she tried, it would only serve to frustrate her more. And as much as it would seem she was a glutton for punishment, she didn’t plan on stressing herself out more than necessary. “That, however, is view of a private property, and trespassers will be shot, and beaten up by three little Russians.”

“They’re probably past salvageable by now,” Stasiya frowned nearly imperceptibly as she finally got the offending fabric off her legs, pulling them out of the water and laying them on the edge. “Ah well,” she fingered a hole she’d put in them while she’d been tugging them off. Contrary to most royals, she didn’t enjoy wasting money needlessly, so the idea of having to replace an expensive pair of tights wasn’t appealing to her in the least. “Maybe I should have taken your advice.” Now that was something she rarely said. It was easier to shrug off the tunic she’d been wearing without having to work out the mechanics of pulling something down then up, she simply slipped each of her arms through and pulled it over her head with her free hand. It became a brown sopping mess next to her tights, though she was consoled in the fact that it was in much better condition. “Yes, I’ll survive but I will forever be a prune,” she looked at her fingers in front of her face, noting the small buckles that were starting to form in the pads before sighing and dunking her head backwards in the water, pushing her hair back and out of her face. “You can stop watching me like I’m a child, you know,” she splashed him again, hoping to ruin his concentration.

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TAG VIKTOR, WEARING THIS, LATE AND SUPER LONG? WOO.

[viktor]

Viktor was pretty amused by the way Ana seemed to keep on poking and proding him, trying to steer the conversation her own way. He hadn’t actually realized it was happening until it’d become blatantly obvious, and then at that point, he’d simply smiled and ... refused to cooperate. He could imagine the air steaming out of her ears at that point. By now, he was pretty comfortable in just heading in the very opposite direction than the one she seemed to be going for, and in the process he felt pretty amused, all in all. It was much better than simply allowing her to lead him, because he certainly wasn’t one to go quietly, even if his method of fighting wasn’t exactly the loudest. He just refused to cooperate and dug himself into a spot before going directly opposite of what was expected of him. It gave him an insane amount of pleasure actually, and smug satisfaction. However, the course on reproduction? No, that probably hadn’t been one of his better ideas, especially since trying to imagine any of the half-senile professors here at school treaching it was beyond blasphemy. The Slovak prince gave Ana an amused look, however, as he tried to imagine her brothers’ reaction to it all. Now that would be a tale to tell. Lucky for you you’d be well away in whatever country you’d decide to continue your studies in, or a different state at least, which would ensure your safety from your brothers’ wrath. Seriously, even imagining one brother’s reaction alone was beyond hilarious. All three of them put together? Hello disaster! Eyeing her hair up and down, Viktor shook his head, That’s what hair dye’s for, my dear. Then again you’d probably look good with grey too, you seem to be the type. His lips spread into a smile without him even focusing as she splashed him back and he turned his face away just a little, to avoid getting water into his eyes right now.

At the look she gave him, Viktor brought his hands out of the water and showed them to her, palms facing her, Relax. I’m not trying to poison you or anything. She looked as though she was actually considering it, and he wasn’t entirely sure whether to feel flattered or aghast at the thought. He grinned when she bowed down to the power and offer of something warm after being in the pool. Hot cocoa it is then. His eyebrow arched when she went on demanding just what kind of muffins she wanted. Now you’re being bossy, but I suppose you deserved an extra dose of chocolate after being submitted to my kind of torture, he mused out loud, the devilish grin he’d gotten right before tossing her into the pool making its way across his features yet again, but this time it was mellower, and far less dangerous than before. After all, he had her right where he’d wanted her in the first place, in the pool, and her clothes were almost all off, leaving her in her swimsuit. That was pretty much the original idea behind it all, too. At her question, Viktor barely surpressed a laugh, but he couldn’t quite hold the chuckle in while he was at it. You’re a mistrusting little thing. If you’re worried that I’ll be making them, let me calm you a little bit – I couldn’t cook to save my life. We’ll get them from the school café. His legs moved lazily under the water’s surface, keeping him afloat and just leisurely working out at the same time as well, though mostly this was relaxing to him. Work out consisted of him doing lengths of the pool in the morning, probably about twenty, if not more. He’d pushed fifty one day but because he hadn’t been used to it his arms had felt like lead throughout the school hours afterwards, and he wasn’t keen on repeating the process yet. His attention returned to Ana, and Viktor’s smile was lazy, Try me. At the conversation about skinny dipping, girls and well, nakedness in general, he couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him. My apologies; a woman, then. Imagining three little Russians trying to beat him up was beyond hilarious; his grey eyes sparkled with mischief as he glanced back at Ana, Perhaps, but who’s to say it would be trespassing? I’d only look at the view if it was given freely. Let her think on that for a little bit and chew it over. His eyes glanced to her thighs by now as she laid them out on the edge, and he angled his head at the hole she fingered. Well, next time you will, he said cheerfully, not that he had any actual intentions on tossing her into the pool again soon ... but she didn’t know that, and she didn’t need to know it either. It was just something fun to hang over her head for a while. He laughed lightly and shook his head, Maybe, but you never know. Besides, no that you’re in the pool, it’s not so bad, is it? His expression was pretty light and relaxed; in the water, Viktor sometimes felt more at home than on dry land and in classrooms. With no one else here right now, it was quite obvious that he was enjoying himself. Her splash made him turn his face away again quickly. Watch it, or you might start a war here, he warned her, though the note of his voice was definitely playful now, even if lazily. His strokes were long and even as he swam a little further out and stretched out on his back for a moment; if you drown on my watch I really won’t feel good about myself you know – so unoriginal, he teased her non chalantly.

TAGGED --- ANASTASIYA SVETLANA OF RUSSIA
NOTES --- no problem lovely <3
LYRICS --- MICHAEL JACKSON
TEMPLATE --- MADE BY ME

[anastasiya svetlana of russia]

[style=height: 400px; width: 400px; background-color: FFEBCD; opacity: .5; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; overflow: auto; padding: 8px]Maybe that was the way to do it; get her brothers back when she was safely and securely away from them, in some faraway place where they wouldn’t be able to retaliate right away. She wasn’t necessarily afraid of them, far from that actually, but the idea of them being able to get her back within the few days after school began for them, if she had decided to suggest that the class be added to the curriculum, was frightening. Most things they did weren’t scary at all, they were mostly innocent actually, but they were embarrassing at best. Ana, for the most part, usually managed to predict what they were trying to pull over on her and avoid it, or counter if she was feeling particularly generous to their immaturities, but she felt like this would make them up the ante, so to speak. Though really, any retaliation she had in mind would be completely justified after the seventeen years of hell they’d put her through. “Exactly; I wouldn’t stick around to see what they’d do. Though it’d be nice to see their faces,” she gave another of her enigmatic smirks, wondering just how the addition of a class of that kind would affect her ‘innocent’ brothers. She doubted that the class would lend them any more information than what they already knew themselves. “Yes, batty old lady is my type,” she said, unsure whether she should feel offended or not. On the one hand, it was a compliment, but she was apt to believe it was an insult in disguise as she often was.

An thin brown eyebrow quirked slightly at Viktor’s show of innocence and affirmation that he wasn’t out to poison her; that had honestly not what she’d been wary of at all, though it was probably a valid concern when you thought about it. You could never be too careful of what you ate, though she was more so questioning his culinary skills than anything else. “Actually, I was wondering if I’d get the opportunity to request more chocolate chips, but I suppose it’s good to know this isn’t a ploy to get me to eat something drugged,” she shrugged. Ana liked to believe she had very few material weaknesses, the power of which she did her best not to cave under, but she had a particular affinity to sweets and pretty things, and they always seemed to be her downfall in more ways than one. “Bossy?” she rolled her lips at that; she couldn’t quite deny it. She knew she was controlling by nature and liked to have things her way; she was terribly stubborn at the best of times, though she would never call it ‘bossy’ herself. It seemed too blunt to fully explain what she was, and much more like an insult. She didn’t think her determination was a bad thing, though being unmoving on most things was. She still didn’t like when it was pointed out to her so blandly. “Hmm ... I do like those very much...” Especially when they were warm and fresh out of the oven; the smell alone was enough to make her salivate, though he didn’t need to know that. “Ah, you asked; remember that,” she smirked once more at her mental image, wondering if there would ever be an opportunity to make it happen. “You’ve gotten me in your pool, so I was contemplating whether or not I could trick you into tights and a leotard; the mental image was rather amusing,” she finished as a half-smirk pulled at the corner of her lips and she dared him to comment. “Too bad for you then, this is a very private gallery,” she said flippantly, eager to be rid of this topic of conversation. Nakedness was one thing to talk about, that alone left her uncomfortable, but the idea or someone seeing her naked, well, it wasn’t as appealing to her as it was to half of the students at school. She liked to keep herself, to herself.

“Next time? I’ve enough pool time for a long while, thank you,” she huffed, decidedly set on getting out of the water as quickly as possible. “It could be worse, I suppose. I haven’t drowned, I will give you that, but still, not my activity of choice,” she flicked a little more water in his direction then stopped; he would probably win that war, and Ana didn’t like starting arguments she couldn’t win. “Yes, very unoriginal. You should get me out of here so you can attempt to kill me in some other way. I’m quite finished with this water at the moment,” she flicked the water as if it was some offending bug that had decided to crawl up on her and she needed to be rid of it. The quicker she was out the quicker she could get dry and get her hot cocoa, and the thought almost put a smile on her lips. She wasn’t sure she’d want to try and pull herself out of the pool, lest she slip and do something stupid, but she didn’t feel like skirting around the edges to reach the stairs either.

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TAG VIKTOR, WEARING THIS, LATE AND SUPER LONG? WOO.

[viktor]

She was an interesting girl to say the least, unlike the rest he’d met here thus far, and that was saying a lot given that they’d been at the school for five years, and given the fact that he’d spent those in the shadow more or less. The first actual outing here at Vineheart had been this year’s Winter Ball, which she had dragged him to and which he was now retaliating for. It was turning out to be a lot more fun than he’d initially expected though, and he was glad for that, because if it had been boring or obnoxious, then he would have simply left her in the pool and left soon afterwards. As it happened, she was keeping his interest on herself, which was again a feat in itself. Viktor’s mother used to say he had the attention span of a goldfish when he wasn’t interested. It had become better over the years, but sometime he still kind of got distracted easily, but Ana was doing a good job at keeping his thoughts firmly on herself, which apart from Bri hadn’t really happened before either. It was all plus points to her really. We could always have someone tape it, he suggested, trying not to laugh at the thought of her brothers and a class on intercourse, that would be hilarious. I’m sure you could possibly even get the Irish princess to get it on film for you, she’d be up for the little prank. Matvei wasn’t too much of a sneaky person about who he wanted, especially not after he arrived at the ball with her on his arm practically, and Viktor was just good at extracting information from the chattering his roommate gave out. He would never hold it against anyone though. He didn’t have a reason to. Her comment made him surpress a grin and he simply shook his head, enjoying his time in the water.

His amusement was palpable as she seemed to ponder over what he’d said, and Viktor leisurely moved his limbs in the water so he wouldn’t sink himself while laughing, though he had no immediate plans on doing either. Well I’m sure you could always request them at the café itself, I’m pretty sure the staff there know you well enough by now, he retorted with the small smirk stil in place, but alas, my culinary skills aren’t exactly the top of the top. So until I actually learn how to not burn the kitchen while making something, you’ll have to make do with school cooking. The banter between them was turning out to be wittier than he’d have imagined originally, and Viktor found himself enjoying it, probably more than he should have, but she was interesting, no, intriguing, and there was no denying the fact that once you got over the initial iceberg at the entrance, she was rather fiery underneath. Her next words made him choke on whatever he’d wanted to say, right before he burst out laughing, the mental image of himself in what she’d described almost too much to keep him quiet. And a tutu probably as well, right? he managed right after he calmed the initial outburst down, That WOULD be a sight to see, but unless you want a very bad retaliation in the end, I’d suggest you don’t try it against my will. He was still chortling a little even as he said it, though the idea of him in tights and whatnot was amusing more so than not. Thinking about it, he really couldn’t get the image out of his head anymore. Thank you, Ana. Her flippancy about her own nakedness was making him even more amused, but he decided to drop the subject just in case she’d want to eat him about it. Viktor did actually value his life far more than he might have given off initially. Her huffing and puffing about ‘next time’ made him laugh again, but he was glad when the next splash of water she sent in is direction wasn’t obviously meant as one, because she stopped afterwards. He would have hated to have to half drown her to get his point across. It could definitely be worse, he agreed, chuckling again and shaking his head. Rolling his eyes, Viktor used one lengthy stroke to grab onto the edge of the pool. I still say you’re bosy – but I did promise you the hot cocoa and muffins. His musings out loud made him smile to himself as he put his palms flat against the tiles and hoisted himself up and out, taking a seat and then reaching out to wrap his fingers around her upper arms. Up you go – watch your knees, he cautioned as he lifted her out of the water enough so that she’d be able to get herself onto the tiles with no problem, and once he was sure she was safely on solid ground, he let her go and leaned back on his hands. You have to admit though – having the pool all to yourself is nice, he said with a smirk, right before pulling his legs out fully and standing, offering her a hand, Come on; let’s get you dried off before you accuse me of infecting you with pneumonia. Then we’ll get you your hot cocoa. Luckily for him he always had spare clothes in his locker.

TAGGED --- ANASTASIYA SVETLANA OF RUSSIA
NOTES --- no problem lovely <3
LYRICS --- MICHAEL JACKSON
TEMPLATE --- MADE BY ME

[anastasiya svetlana of russia]

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The wheels in Ana’s head were turning, which was never a good thing for anyone, particularly her brothers. She was quickly weighing the pros and cons of attempting some revenge for the upcoming school year, when the triplets would be stuck at Vineheart and she’d be off to university, which one, she wasn’t sure yet, but she knew she’d be far away from Montana. And safe for her brothers. But really, how would they even know it was her, unless she told them, which would be funny but probably a very bad idea. Anonymously, she’d be safe, and if she could continuously do it throughout the year without them knowing, she’d consider it a success and wouldn’t feel the need to get back at them ever again. Though, truth be told, she wouldn’t be able to see their reactions and that would dwindle the fun significantly. “We?” she quirked an eyebrow. Well, it had been his idea after all, the class, so she couldn’t really take his name off the idea. Granted, if he would take fall for the entire thing, she’d gladly let him do it. “I’m sure she would. I think everyone would be happy to help,” she smirked, knowing just how many people her brothers had managed to make the victims of their pranks and the butt of their jokes throughout the years. She had to hand it to them though; they made it very difficult to hate them. If she could come up with a good idea, she was sure she could get the faculty to cooperate just as well, but that would take planning and time, something she didn’t think she was going to have much of.

“Ah, there lies the problem,” Ana said, shaking her head. Yes, asking the bakers for more chocolate chips would make sense to anyone else, but like Viktor had said, they didn’t know her well. “They’ve been warned against my sweet tooth I’m afraid,” she resisted the urge to pout. As hard as she tried to resist, she always went back to the sweets, no matter how bad she knew they were for her, so in retaliation, the school had been warned by her mother that Ana tended to have a bit of an unsatiable hunger for anything sweet. She tried to keep it in moderation, and the cafe certainly did their best to help her, but every once in a while when she wanted to indulge, she was always sorely disappointed that she wasn’t able to. “You cannot be that bad...” she took a moment to look at him up and down; he certainly didn’t look like he could cook, though appearances could be deceiving, she was sure he wasn’t bluffing on this one. “Though I’m sure I’d take the chocolate chips sans muffin if you were going to make them, just to be safe” she chuckled. He couldn’t screw up chocolate chips could he? But that would be cheating, just eating them, and that hadn’t been a part of the deal; muffins were. She couldn’t deny that the image of him standing in the middle of a burnt down kitchen, with a muffin tin filled with poor, burnt muffins amused her; somehow placing Viktor in horrible situations in her mind was always much more amusing than she’d thought. He always ended up safe in the end, because she wasn’t that cruel, and she herself not as adverse to him as she had originally been. There was something to be said about the young man; he was interesting, she’d give him that, if a bit cruel in his ways of torturing her with water, though he did get points for his promise of cocoa and chocolate chip muffins. “Haha, well, you suggested the tutu. I does make a nice addition to the image,” she shook her head, trying to rid herself of the immaturity, but the picture brought a small laugh bubbling to her lips and she couldn’t really hold it in, especially not when Viktor himself found it so amusing. They did say that laughter was contagious after all. “Ah, you’ve gotten me into a pool, I don’t know how much worse it could get. I’m almost willing to take the risk.”

“You say bossy, I say peremptory,” she said smugly. Although they were virtually the same thing, at least hers sounded fancier than and not as offending as ‘bossy’. She tried to push the word from her mind lest it bug her for the rest of the day. She didn’t even talk enough to be bossy, she scoffed. She nodded - a promise was a promise – as he got out of the pool. Tucking her knees under herself, she tried to avoid bashing them against the side of the pool and not to scrape them as he set her down. “Erm, thank you,” she said quietly, rubbing her arms from the chill of being out of the water. It looked much more inviting compared to the slight chill she was getting from being out of it. “Better than a crowded poo,l I suppose,” she nodded, gathering up her wet clothes and ringing them out into the pool, glad that the colour didn’t run. “Good... it’s cold out here,” she shivered, taking his hand, making a not never to get into a pool long enough to get used to the temperature of the water ever again.

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TAG VIKTOR, WEARING THIS, LATE AND SUPER LONG? WOO.

[viktor]

The fact that she was even seriously contemplating plotting against her younger brothers was amusing to no end, and Viktor was definitely pleasantly surprised. Normally she was like a mother bear about those three clowns, but he kind of figured that it was one of those things where only the eldest sibling got to make fun of the younger ones, and no one else. That would certainly not be the case in his own family, but hey, you never know, people change and there was nothing holding him back from actually stepping in and protecting his younger brother from any pranks coming his way. He could have easily done it, even if he wasn’t a social butterfly there was something to be said about family ties, and no one really wanted to see Viktor pissed off. It would probably be newsflash to anyone who did, but so far the only person who’d seen him even remotely close to that had been Bri when she’d told him more about the scandal caused by Dante and Vivien. The thought alone made his blood boil, but he refused to think about it right now, since he was having a good time and didn’t really want to ruin it yet. Well, yes, we, he commented, flashing Ana a charming smile, you didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun on your own, did you? You forget, I’ve had one of your brothers as a roommate for eons. Payback time will be sweet. His expression was playful, but also a little bit mischevious. Then again, this was all about mischief, after all. Shaking his head at the thought of the Irish princess helping, Viktor simply enjoyed being spread out against the water’s surface, and he sighed in quiet content. Well then you have your army of minions; you just need a plan, he countered her with another devilish smirk, right before righting himself in the water.

His grey eyes matched her green ones as she explained the problem with her sweet tooth and what the school thought about it. It made Viktor arch an eyebrow, but of course he didn’t think it was all that bad. Also, he didn’t think why anyone would want to deny a person sweets just because they could, it was entirely absurd and if she were in the mood, she could have probably just demanded them. Then again he didn’t know her situation at home, so he was jumping to conclusions right now and it wasn’t really helping him either. Perhaps, but no one ever said I was the one with the problem, he countered smoothly, rolling some more emphasis onto the ‘I’, just to be safe, and I can promise you that I’ve ordered the muffins already. It’s probably your lucky day, but the only ones they were doing were chocolate chip, since their vanilla reserves ran out it seems and they weren’t in the mood for fruity ones. So you can rest assured that you’ll get your chocolate fix soon. His arms spread out against the water and he laughed a little, shaking his head, That would probably be the best idea you could have at the time, because muffins from my oven would probably be half done. He really was no cook, and he didn’t hide it, he simply enjoyed in the fact that he didn’t have to make things for himself when they got harder than a salad or a sandwich. He really didn’t think there was any problem in pointing out your own flaws and making sure people knew them. The image of himself in a leotard, tights and a tutu made him laugh again, but he refused to believe he’d actually be forced into one of those soon, though if she askednicely enough, he would have probably obliged her. He certainly felt like it, which was odd for him since he normally didn’t do things to please others with. But hey, it was an odd day all in all. Peremptory it is then, he added with a grin and pulled himself out, helping her on the way. He was careful not to slam her against the pool walls, she’d never forgive him that one, and besides, he’d done that before and it hurt like hell, and Viktor didn’t necessarily want to inflict that kind of pain on her right now. You’re welcome. He chuckled as he watched her, and grabbed his shirt which he’d discarded earlier, but he still had his jeans on. Her hand in his surprised him a little, but he kept it there, wrapping his own, bigger one around it to warm her skin a little. Come on you cold-blooded little Russian, let’s get you some dry clothes before we walk intot he café, he mused with a smirk, and led her over to where the lockers were. Once at his own, he let go of her hand to open his and he pulled clothes out. You always have spares when you’re a swimmer, he explained, these should work until you get some of your own dry ones on again.

TAGGED --- ANASTASIYA SVETLANA OF RUSSIA
NOTES --- no problem lovely <3
LYRICS --- MICHAEL JACKSON
TEMPLATE --- MADE BY ME

[anastasiya svetlana of russia]

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Ana, while not dubious (okay, maybe just a little bit) was a tactful planner and was most certain she’d be able to get away with anything she tried to throw at her brothers, within reason. Of course they’d know it was her, but she’d be able to twist the situation so that it seemed that she had not had a hand in it at all, and if there were people willing to help with that, and she could cover her tracks that way, so be it. Anastasiya had never been fond of using people, but she understood that it was necessary, and in some regards, while responsible and clearly ready to take praise or punishment for her own actions, there was a certain amount of retribution that would be expected in such a situation that she wasn’t ready to deal with. She’d own up to her revenge, once her brothers had gotten theirs out of the way, preferably targeting someone else rather than herself. “Yes, I do suppose that means you have a good a reason as anyone else,” she nodded, realizing just how taxing living with her brothers could be. She’d done it for sixteen years, though it became significantly easier once she’d gone off to school and only saw them on holidays, and it was still much better even after they were old enough to study at Vineheart as well. The triplets had certainly flourished once out of their parents’ watchful gaze, but she had to give them at least a little credit; they were maturing. Slowly, not in the same was Ana had, the shock to her system and relatively normal life that had happened rather early on in her childhood, they were getting more responsible and she was comforted in the fact that after she left for university, they’d have a year at school to adapt to life without close supervision. Whether they took it in stride or not was their decision, but she hoped that not having her to rely on would be the shock to the system that they needed. “I’m sure I’ll think of something, and it will be monumental,” she’d mull it over later, the idea, when she had time.

For what seemed like the millionth time today, Ana had to resist the urge to let out an unlady-like snort, but managed to repress it in spite of herself, even when she saw Viktor’s arched eyebrow, clearly questioning just what the cafe could do to keep her from the sweets, which was quite a bit, admittedly. “’They’ll give you pimples Ana’,” she explained, doing her best impression of her mother’s haughty tone, in the exact way she remembered the woman regaling her myths of chocolate to her daughter. “’They’ll give your headaches, Ana, and they’ll turn your eyes brown!’ ... No ... I don’t understand where she got the last one from, either.” She finished, answering the question before it was asked. Her mother had a certain way with words, which really meant she’d stick them anywhere if it reinforced her point. “Who would honestly want to eat a vanilla muffin?” she said quickly, without really thinking, but wrinkling her nose all the time. “The fruit I understand, but chocolate is much better.” Ana shook her head lightly and chuckled lowly, glad that Viktor wasn’t going to offer himself as a volunteer in the kitchen anytime soon, lest his hands get near her precious chocolate. “It can’t really be that hard; you would just have to follow the recipe,” she paused for a moment, moving her hands in the water and looking him over suspiciously. “And have skilled supervision.” She joined in with his laughter, surprised but happy that the mental image she’d shared hadn’t scandalized or offended him in any way, he was taking it in much better nature than she’d expected.

A princess’ teeth do not chatter, she reminded herself once the cooler air of the room hit her and she resisted the urge to shiver. You’d think they’d have it a little warmer to keep the swimmers from freezing themselves to death, or maybe she was just imagining the cold, which was entirely possible since her mind had convinced itself that this situation was more horrible than it really was. She could have sighed as the warmth surrounding her hand spread up her arm, but stopped herself, knowing how stupid it would sound and having no idea why the compulsion had come to her. She pushed it out of her mind, concentrating on the heat itself rather than the feeling it was giving her and soon the urge to shiver dissipated as she let Viktor pull her to where he wanted to go. It was uncharted territory to her, after all, and this was his domain, for once, she wasn’t sure where she needed to go and had to content herself in being led, which didn’t suit her all that well. She did shiver, however, when the warmth left her, but kept the thought to herself in favour of dryer clothes. “Makes sense,” she nodded; when you got wet with your sport she supposed it made sense to have a few outfits lying around, just in case. “Ah, thank you,” she said softly, accepting the clothing, deciding that it was much better to change now rather than wait to get one of her servants to get her clothes.

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[viktor]

Spending time with EITHER of the Russian triplets was about as bad as it could get, according to Viktor really, and he wasn’t about to change his thoughts about it any time soon. Unfortunately he had very good foundations for thinking about it that way, because honestly, rooming with one wasn’t what he’d call his favourite past time. More often than not recently, he found himself giving out advice to the boy or supplying various articles of clothing that the other seemed to have misplaced in his chaos of a room. Or better yet a wormhole. Viktor would go to his grave swearing that the room ate various articles that got carelessly tossed aside, and he would continue swearing it until forever came. Which was why he was pretty sure that if Ana had any inclination on pulling a master plan out of her magic hat, he’d be the one in the wings making sure she was covered and also cheerfully grinning at the spectacle. Because if he knew Ana enough by now, he knew she wasn’t going to go out unless it was with a big bang. Which was totally fine by him. I do don’t I? he returned with a wolfish grin, right before laughing at the confirmation she gave to his hidden thoughts. That sounds about right. Just remember to let me in on it, if nothing else but for the reason of avoding any potential traps set within my dorm room. He certainly didn’t want to enter and find it all trapped and ready for the boy and then end up in them all himself! That wouldn’t sit well with him at all.

Talk turned to muffins, and he had to admit that she left him slightly baffled as to why precisely she wouldn’t be allowed to eat chocolate ones. Then again, Viktor was blatantly oblivious to anything that would mean anything within those terms, so she could have said something fairly obvious and plain as the nose on his face and he would have still looked at her as if she had just offered him a man-killing knife. When she started imitating someone, however, it began to dawn on him. The stipulation didn’t precisely originate from her. That sounds like something my mother would say, if she were alive. He shook his head – and she beat him to the whole eye factor. How could green eyes become brown on the basis of eating chocolate? He gave her the most quizzical look he could manage, and yet there was nothing to describe the confusion he felt about that particular topic. After all – there were somethings that even biology couldn’t explain. When she scrunched her nose over vanilla, Viktor thought that was a little bit cute, actually, especially since she did it without seeming to notice it at all. Oh well, I think they’re kind of good, but then again, I don’t eat them often anyway, he shrugged his shoulders and made sure to dip his head back against the water to slick his hair out of his face that way. It would be a bother once it started drying, but he’d survive through it all. If he could survive throwing Ana into the pool, then it was all good otherwise. He laughed with her. Very technical supervision I think, as well as firefighters just to make sure I didn’t bring the place down, he replied with a smug smirk, right before he rolled his eyes and exited the pool. It was one thing to talk about these kind of issues, but another to actually do them, and he was itching for the cafeteria himself now, as well as forf the muffins and the promise of a warm cup of tea. Or maybe coffee, if he remembered what he seemed to have forgotten regarding school work. Leading the way to the lockers and making sure he fished the clothes out, Viktor smirked and pointed towards the changing cabins. Just over there. I’ll give you five minutes tops, so if you want those chocolate muffins, I’d suggest you hurry. He winked at her before sauntering off himself and closing himself in so he’d change as well. The jeans idea hadn’t been the best, they were a horror to drag off once they were wet, but eventually, he managed perfectly well and was leaning against the wall, waiting for Ana after a few short moments, so they’d be able to go and hunt down the reward for jumping into the pool.

TAGGED --- ANASTASIYA SVETLANA OF RUSSIA
NOTES --- no problem lovely <3
LYRICS --- MICHAEL JACKSON
TEMPLATE --- MADE BY ME

[anastasiya svetlana of russia]

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Even after sixteen years her brothers still managed to grate on her nerves at the best of time, so she could only imagine what it was like for the rest of the world who hadn’t had the time to condition themselves against her brothers’ peculiar personalities. Vineheart hadn’t know what was coming to them when the triplets started and all Ana had really been able to do was pray, a lot. They’d managed to pleasantly surprise her though, subtly maturing in the slowest of ways, that was altogether promising and very frustrating. Then again, very few people decided to act like adults from their ninth birthday onward like Anastasiya had done. But to be frank, she wasn’t like most people, that much was for sure, and while she did occasionally spend her time lamenting over her loss of childhood, she never regretted her decision. She could be mature and still have fun every once in a while, even if the majority of the student population believe she walked around with a stick up her arse, she tended to get her kicks vicariously through her brothers. She didn’t want them to grow up too soon, lest she lose the little bit of playfulness she still had left that was attached to them and their mostly innocuous and innocent mischief. “You do,” she said with a tight-lipped, wry smile. “If you live through the year, you deserve an award,” she finished, knowing just how many roommates the triplets had driven insane over the years; Viktor definitely deserved some sort of trophy for not giving up after a month, which was common. “The dorm?” she chuckled. “Surely if I was getting revenge, I would want it to be public; something big, something grand for the entire school to see... but I suppose I could let you in on the plan ... maybe.”

On one of her hands Ana could count the number of times she’d eaten with her mother and the woman hadn’t made some sort of comment on her daughter’s eating habits, regardless of where they were. Vaguely Ana could remember a time when that had affected her negatively, putting a dent in her otherwise rock-solid facade, but that had seemed like so long ago, and she had gotten out of the trap that consumed many a ballerina. Her mother’s comments didn’t exactly roll off Ana’s back like water to a duck, but they certainly didn’t do the damage that they used to. “I’m sure our mothers would have gotten on swimmingly then. That isn’t the oddest thing she’s ever said, I can assure you of that.” Luminita was a wonderful source of entertainment for Ana, especially when they were arguing, which was often, and it never failed to amuse Ana how the woman would bend any information to her will. But then again, Ana had to have learnt it from somewhere, and they definitely didn’t teach a class about verbal manipulation at Vineheart. “I didn’t think firefighters could stop natural disasters,” she chuckled.

Viktor hardly needed to give Ana any other motivation to get out of her clothes, the fact that she was wet and cold was incentive enough. She hadn’t known she could move as quickly as she had when she ducked into one of the stalls and started peeling off her bathing suit, wringing it out as she did and tossed it with the rest of her damp clothes on the floor. Putting on Viktor’s clothes probably wasn’t the greatest idea in retrospect but she as cold and at the moment, she’d wear a burlap sack if it meant she didn’t have to put her soaked tunic back on. Admittedly, the clothes were far too big, but they’d do for what she needed them to and holding her damp clothes far away from her now -mostly- dry self, Ana dropped them into an empty garbage bin, before pulling out the bag and tying it, using the same hand to carry the bag as the one that was making sure her borrowed threads didn’t slip. “Let’s go,” she mumbled and rolled her eyes at Viktor, who was leaning against the wall, at least trying to pretend it had taken her forever, when she knew she couldn’t have been for than the five minutes he’d given her. This time, it was her turn to grab his hand and drag him out of the locker room and into the cafe; now she knew exactly where she was going. “I feel much better now,” she said with a miniscule smile on her face as she tugged Viktor over to the glass that shielded the students from the shelves of baked goods, flaring her nostrils as she took in the smell and nearly drooled. One of the bakers came to the counter and smile at her, chuckling as he went to gather the rich chocolate muffins she was eying. “See,” she said, nodding her head towards the man in white. “They know me very well.”

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[viktor]

He most certainly deserved an award for living with one of the Russian triplets, but then again, that would be beside the point if he mentioned it. There was just something most satisfactory in knowing that Ana knew that too, because it meant she knew how ... monstrous her brothers could be. Viktor wondered whether the palace in Moskva ever actually knew what it was unleashing upon the world after the birth of the triplets. Probably not, but then again, they were three boys ... this meant that there would have been quite a lot of havock all around in general, and he wondered whether Ana was actually as sane as she said she was. An only girl living with three people like that? It didn’t seem exactly plausible, especially not with the fact that he knew the triplets himself. Not entirely personally, but well enough, to be sure. He chuckled when she pointed out that there was no point in having the whole affair in the dorm room, to which he sketched a bow, or would have, if they had been standing on solid ground. That would earn you thanks from me. There’s no saying what I wouldn’t do in retaliation; after all, I value my personal space and sanity ... as much as the next person. He gave Ana a smirk and then ignored the topic again, because it seemed pretty much a done deal to him right now. But there was something about it that made her open up more, and so Viktor stored the knowledge for later on, if he would ever need it, not that he was planning on it. But honestly ... it was good to see Ana speak so much. Usually, she was the quiet, mysterious type.

As for their mothers getting along, who knew? Maybe, but then of course you and I would’ve been subjected to a lot more play dates together when we were younger. Maybe it’s best that it is how it is. He didn’t think he would have survived any trips to Russia in his younger years. The triplets knew how to hold their ground, but there was something about them that was also rather scary, and Viktor did NOT want to be there to find it out. After all, every man had his own limit. That was his. Living with one of them was already a stretch, and he didn’t want to think about having to visit for longer periods of time before being properly prepared, as he was now, more or less. He was sure there would certainly still be problems in the long run about something or other, especially knowing the Russians to be as they were. But anyway. Once out of the pool and in the locker room, he was quick to change out of his wet clothes into dry ones, happy to be able to also towel his hair up and make it look semi-decent, not like he’d just come out fo the pool, though it still had that watery quality to it, all in all. Viktor would have been known for a swimmer any day of the week if anyone took a good look at him, there was something about poolside hair that had everyone going ‘oh right, you swim for a hobby’. It was more than just annoying half the time. Ana didn’t take too long either, though of course his expression was one that would leave that wanting. Still, he did chuckle when she grabbed his hand and towed him after herself. Alright, I’m coming you bossy little thing. You don’t have to drag me. He grinned as he fell in-stride with her and walked to the cafeteria, where she was instantly against the glass and the man behind the counter seemed about as amused as Viktor by this whole thing. They do indeed, he replied with a smirk, placing his own order and opting for a large green tea with milk. He then turned to Ana. What would you like to drink? Hot cocoa was always an option, but he had a feeling he’d be doing a lot more running around today, and also there was the roommate factor to consider. He needed something stronger than cocoa.

TAGGED --- ANASTASIYA SVETLANA OF RUSSIA
NOTES --- no problem lovely <3
LYRICS --- MICHAEL JACKSON
TEMPLATE --- MADE BY ME

[anastasiya svetlana of russia]

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Ana was serious when she said that her brothers’ humiliation would be seen on a grand scale. It wouldn’t be anything mortifyingly embarrassing -she was still their sister, after all, and she couldn’t humiliate them completely- but if she decided to do it, she knew she wanted other people to see it. Simply for the fact that they’d probably feel as if the revenge was their own, and would believe that the Russian triplets had finally gotten what was coming to them, and hopefully would decide that it was enough. Maybe even forgive them, marginally, for all the little things. But Ana wasn’t all that hopeful. Unlike her, who kept to herself and made a point not to let many people know her enough to categorize her as a ‘friend’ or ‘enemy’, she was fairly certain her brothers had ruffled more than a few feathers, permanently. “Ah, but quite a few people don’t value their space or sanity at all,” she commented, and it was very true, to her at least. She could name the names of at least twenty students who had no concept of personal space, just offhandedly; of the ones she knew a great deal more than others. And evidently, sanity was a subjective term that no one could really define all that clearly. What was sound of mind to her was not always so to someone else.

“You’re right,” the admission almost made her cringe but she said it nonetheless. “I didn’t play well with others.” At least, she didn’t really remember being all that social as a child. Sure, she had entertained herself with her brothers and the occasional times her cousins and children of her parents’ friends and allies came around, she’d be friendly, or at least as friendly as Ana could get. Even when she’d been young, she hadn’t been the picture of conversation or teamwork, but there were more instances then in which she’d make an exception, much less so now. Besides, when you spent the majority of your time making sure your brothers didn’t hurt themselves, someone else, or break something, it left very little time to do so for herself. Adding a little Viktor to the mix probably wouldn’t have helped her much either. She would’ve had four boys to look after, or one to apologize to when her brothers got out of hand.

Ana’s spirits were significantly lifted now that the pool debacle, was behind them, leaving her with a bag of wet clothes and dripping hair. She saw no use in trying to try it; the clothing that she’d borrowed from Viktor was absorbing the brut of it and as soon as she got back to her room, she was taking all of her shower products and taking a nice, long shower to rid herself of the feeling of chlorine and stringy hair. The amount of conditioner she was going to have to use was going to be mountainous, she could tell. At least she hadn’t drowned, she reminded herself, and even after years of not using them, her swimming lessons had not gone to waste. Or Viktor had just kept a good eye on her. After pushing her in to begin with, she reminded herself as she dragged him along, though content in letting him catch up and match her pace once she’d gotten them in motion to where she wanted to go. There was no mistaking Anastasiya when she was on a mission, that much was for sure. Even rumpled, just-been-through-hell-in-a-pool and don’t-ask-why-I’m-not-wearing-my-own-clothes Ana could get things done. “You didn’t move to leave, so I felt I should do it myself.” She said blandly, though when he had mentioned dragging him there, she became acutely aware of the fact that she hadn’t let go of his hand, and did so immediately, as if she was being burnt by it, and said nothing after that.

“It’s nice though; they know exactly what I do, and do not like,” she nodded, mostly to herself, though she would have commented on Viktor’s smirk had she tore away her gaze from the baked goods to him, but as of now, pastries won out over the man who had pushed her into a pool for her attention. Everything looked so good that Ana was already looking forward to supper, and subsequently, dessert, and possibly a few snack until then and after, but she still had the book she had been reading before being interrupted, and intended to finish it today and still have time to finish the ‘homework’ her father had given her. Maybe she’d be doing less eating than she wanted to, but for now she was going to savour every bit of chocolate she could, for now. “Just hot cocoa is fine,” she said, knowing that they’d make it dark, with little sugar, just as she liked it when she had something to sweet to eat, and nodded to Viktor and somewhat in the general direction of the tables. “Should we sit for a few minutes?” she asked, taking the plate that was offered to her, warmed slightly by the freshly baked muffin on top - her prize, all warm, chocolatey goodness that could melt even Ana’s cold heart. “Mmm...” she said as she took a small sniff. “You’re forgiven, by the way.”

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[viktor]

Viktor snorted. If people didn’t value personal space or personal sanity, then it wasn’t really his fault, but all in all, he was pretty confident that he wasn’t among them. Trust me when I tell you this – others might not. I, personally, like to have at least a couple of feet around me and then I decide who I let in, he responded with a more or less amused voice. In case she hadn’t noticed yet, Ana had done a fairly good job in slipping closer than just a few feet, something Viktor had never had happen before. It was new, it was a bit scary, but it was also pretty exciting, and he wasn’t about to just let it go like that without trying to see where it would lead him. After all, you didn’t get a chance to hang out with the Russian Tsesarevna. His smile when she said she didn’t play well with others wasn’t as mean as one could have pictured it to be. Viktor knew something of that, given that he’d always been the one to look after his little brother as well. I kind of know where you’re coming from with that, but don’t worry, neither of us were subjected to it, so we can pretend this conversation never happened, and we’ll all be pretty happy. His smile turned to an impish grin at the thought, and he was certainly enjoying himself more than before now. Ana was definitely supplying him a lot into this conversation, which was much better than the previous couple of times, and Viktor was beginning to hope there might actually be a truce somewhere on the horizon. Maybe if he bribed her some more with chocolate muffins, it would be pretty much signed, sealed and delivered.

He was even more amused with the fact that she was dragging him along. The picture they currently presented was more than just funny, it was hilarious. They had both been in the pool and so, to Viktor, they both looked like bedraggled wet rats, although in her case it was a little more obvious since she had long hair. His normally stuck out at odd ends from his head anyway, so there was nothing new there. Hers was probably going to look like a haystack as soon as it started drying properly, which it would when they reached the warmth of the cafeteria. He was going to have a bigger ball than ever after they actually got there, so he allowed her to tug him along as much as she wanted. Suit yourself. His hand was released, and he smothered a laugh. So the proper ice princess was worried about appearances now, was she? That would be entertaining to watch once this all hit the gossip blog. Not that he’d planned it, there was just no way that he could see that they wouldn’t get watched by someone who would then supply the blogger with the information, if the plogger him or herself wouldn’t just see them all on his or her own. All in all though, this was a great success, and he would ignore any blog posts because frankly, he didn’t care much about them. They were mostly just a nuisance and more than just a hinderance. They were just obnoxiously annoying. Once the man in the café was ready to make sure the princess got hr dose of chocolate, Viktor was more than satisfied in his amusement. Ordering the hot cocoa for Ana and taking both the drinks for them once they were done, he looked to where she was pointing and nodded, That sounds like a good idea. You had better eat the muffin before you attack me instead, you look like you could use some additional chocolate. His smile was more open than previously, because he was in a generally good mood, as he sat down and put her cocoa in front of her, and took a sip from his tea. Laughing at the way she was looking at the muffing, Viktor shook his head, Yo’re oggling the muffin more than I’ve ever seen any guy or girl stare at a girl or a guy. You’d better eat it. Her declaration made him hide a smirk, and instead he smiled. Why thank you, that’s good to know. I think I may get you another muffin just to be on the safe side. He rested back against the chair and sipped his tea happily.

TAGGED --- ANASTASIYA SVETLANA OF RUSSIA
NOTES --- no problem lovely <3
LYRICS --- MICHAEL JACKSON
TEMPLATE --- MADE BY ME

[anastasiya svetlana of russia]

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While not a particularly tactile person, Ana could appreciate a little invasion of personal space when it was needed. It was rare that she approved of such things, but in private, mostly with her brothers and only her closest of friends, Ana could be a more touch-y feel-y type. Mostly, it depended on the situation, but she could definitely appreciate Viktor’s theory on the matter; keep space until you knew who you were dealing with. Thankfully, Ana came off as cold enough so that no errant cousins or particularly brave freshman tried to tackle her in the hallways, and she always held just the right amount of stoic on her face so that no one walked too close to her in any instance. She almost wanted to laugh at the irony of this entire situation, but resisted. Neither of them was particularly fond of getting close to other people, and yet here they were. Although Ana wouldn’t consider her and Viktor close, the situations was a lot more, well, intimate, for lack of a better word, than she was used to. And the fact that she was just letting it happen was nothing short of frightening to her, but she had long decided that fighting against Viktor was futile, and that somehow, she knew it was in her best interests to just let it happen. “A solid principle,” she said, nodding in affirmation. “Hmm? What conversation?” she joked with a small smile on her face. She was completely in favour of forgetting the entire thing forever and she’d be damned if she ever brought up in conversation ever again. Growing up around three boys, with the occasional others coming in and out had been difficult enough without adding Viktor and his brother to the mix. Ana had the oddest feeling they wouldn’t have gotten on well when they were younger; she did happen to be rather jealous and very vocal about other people being ‘bad influences’ on her brothers whenever they came about.

It usually only took people a few times before they realized that when Anastasiya had somewhere to go, and it was somewhere she wanted to be, very little could get in her way and stop her from getting there. And if you had to come along for the ride too, you were going to move at her pace and not at your own. The incentive was enough to get her going, and Viktor, unfortunately for him, was going to have to move quicker than normal if he didn’t want his arm pulled out of the socket. Ana would have only felt mildly bad if that was the case; it would have been he that wasn’t keeping up, but she didn’t have to dislocate anything before they reached the cafeteria. She released his hand without causing any permanent damage, for that they could both be thankful, though she crossed her arms pointedly after and decided to ignore the entire trek there. It was after all, quite improper for a princess to go dragging people around, much less when she was wet and wearing his clothes. Putting it into perspective, Ana wanted nothing more than to slap herself for the predicament they were in, but she supposed it could have been worse in any number of ways. At least it was Viktor and not someone completely intolerable. She had to give him a little credit; he was dealing with her much better than she would have expected. Most people would have already given up on her icy personality; she could commend him for that. Or well, he had as much inkling for revenge as she did. Now, after she was comfortably munching away on her muffin, they were even and they could leave it at that. She’d dragged him to the ball and he’d pushed her into the pool, and she’d gotten a muffin and hot cocoa out of it, so she really couldn’t complain. “I wouldn’t attack you,” she said, flopping into her chair as gracefully as one can actually ‘flop,’ “You wouldn’t taste half as good as the muffin.”

“Thank you,” she said as he placed her hot cocoa in front of her, not looking up from the plate, but catching the movement out of the corner of her eye. Food was art, as Ana would forever argue, and before you ate it, you should take a moment to appreciate the beauty of it, and the hardwork that went into making it. Unfortunately, her staring had been taken a completely different way. “It’s much easier to lust after a muffin than a person,” she said quirking her lips as she pulled the hard top off and bit into the steaming dough. “You can never get mad a muffin for being delicious.” It sounded ridiculous, even as she said it, but she couldn’t care. “I wouldn’t argue that; the more you feed me, the better for you. Though I suppose I’m obligated to offer to share, although I really don’t want to.”

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TAG VIKTOR, WEARING THIS, SCHOOL IS KICKING MY ASS, SORRY LOVE.