Wars Have Nothing On Dates [Ana/Closed]

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

Blood soaked trenches, filled to the rim with the dead. Forests, trees burning with the smoke acting like a mist. Buildings crashing down as explosions tear through them. The wreckage of a car crash sinking slowly into the water with no chance of escape. These were all happy situations compared to the one he was in right now. Urjasz now faced his most daunting mission ever. It was one that he may not survive. Weapon in his hands, he was ready. Ready to take on the terror that would surely come. Urjasz was on......a date. Terrifying no doubt, his hands were unusually uncompossed, fidgetting as his fingers lay wrapped around the cluster of neatly arranged flowers he held in his hands. Standing in the entrance hall of the mansion, his eyes were fixed upon the stairs, waiting for the first sight of his beloved Anastasia. The world could have come burning around him but he would not have moved, the tension gripping him to the ground like roots.

Dressed smartly, he was well groomed and looked as if he was going to a model shoot or something. Outside he could here the car pulling up, ready for the latest crazy mission put before the Novosi. Behind him, the front door was opened up full, both sides swinging inwards filling the room with the beautiful sunlight of the early morning day. It was a marvellous day for a date and Urjasz secretly thanked whatever god had kept it sunny. He was so terrified of messing the day up and he was shaking slightly, rusty in the dating world and its methods. Anastasia had been through enough and he wanted her to have at least one day where there was no troubles. One day where she could just be happy, without a care in the world. Even Sully had promised not to leave the mansion to avoid any bloodshed heading their way. And there it was. The distant, yet approaching sound of footsteps. His heart began to beat hard and he could feel the sweat drip from his brow. Here goes.

Oh dear lord, a potentially happy thread!!!

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

hecking and re-checking herself in the mirror, Anastasia placed her hands on the dresser as she looked into her reflection. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly through her mouth, then once again made sure that each individual blonde hair on her head fell perfectly into its place. . . . There was one particular strand that didn’t want to fall in place, and with an angry little growl she pinned back a portion of it and called it good enough for the day.

Deciding to go with something casual that could still be passed off as being dressed up, she slipped on a dress and a pair of heels—maybe then she could gain some height on the man a whole foot taller than her!—and once again checked the vanity mirror against one of her walls to make sure everything was ship shape. . . . She had told him they didn’t have to do this. . . . Anastasia knew it wasn’t his thing. . . .

But she was excited. This was the first date she’d been on in years!

Of course that made her nervous as well. Butterflies flitted in her stomach, turning it and making it do backflips. She could feel her hands trembling slightly and her heart flutter every time she thought about it. . . . However she knew he was probably just as nervous as she was, more so even, given his personality and the things he normally did. . . . A nice day out not killing someone was probably way over his head! Poor guy. She kinda felt sorry for him, but he’d insisted, and she was happy enough knowing that he just wanted to make her happy.

Figuring she’d kept him waiting long enough, she checked the time to make sure she wasn’t going over the time limit she’d set with herself, she grabbed a small clutch bag with various items that women like to carry around with them and set off down the stairs, wincing every time she heard her heels click on the tile, as if it was a beacon.

Anastasia could just make out Urjasz standing at the bottom of the stairs and her heart jumped in her throat. Were those flowers? He got flowers? Geez he was going all out! He was even all dressed up, and any worries that she was overdressed flew out the window. . . . If anything she looked a little under dressed.

“Hi,” she squeaked, blushing slightly not only because that was the only thing she could manage to get out, but just because of the situation in general.

TAGGED: Urjasz WORDS: four hundred forty three OUTFIT: here NOTES: ! Will it ever last?! CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh jesus mother fucking christ on a bicycle. This was it. This was the moment. Oh dear god could his heart please stop beating so hard! What. The. Fuck. Like staring down the barrel of a gun, he was fixated on that spot, staring at the stairs as she drew near. He could smell her, hear her and if he'd closed his eyes, he could even imagine the gentle touch of her skin. His heart racing, he was going over the next day over and over in his head, trying to make sure it was all perfect. It had to be. For someone that had quite literally insisted on doing a date, he was now unsure of how to go about it. As she reached the top of the stairs, he could not help but let out a little "Wow" as she began to gracefully descend. She was so beautiful and he suddenly felt like the beast in Beauty and the Beast. She was far too good for him.

"Hi" he replied, a genuine smile of happiness crossing his face as he looked at her. "You look truly beautiful" he complimented her, managing to keep his nerves still as he spoke. He knew if he got nervous she would and then he'd get worse and so forth. "These are for you, I hope you like them" he explained, handing her the flowers and waiting for a response like a dog waiting for his master's command. After an awkward pause, he motioned to the door and continued "Shall we make our way to the car? I was thinking that we perhaps go for a picnic in the park. And then after, a walk or carriage ride somewhere. At least I think they still do that there." Taking a breath, he smiled again and held her hand as they headed to the car, opening the door for her and climbing in after.

Fingers crossed!

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

er blush only deepened when he commented on the way she looked. Fidgeting and looking down at the floor, she brushed out the sides of her dress and rotated her torso at the hips, clasping her hands behind her back. “Not half as good as you,” she commented with a faint smile of happiness, still terribly embarrassed.

The blue remained on her face as she was handed a whole bouquet of flowers and she beamed up at him, taking them in her hands and closing her eyes to get a good noseful of their fragrance, enhanced by her own senses. They smelled almost good enough to eat, but she knew better than that! “They’re beautiful, Urjasz. Thank you,” she said with shuffle of her foot, shifting her weight from side to side. “I better get them in some water. . . . They’ll definitely brighten up the room.”

She felt bad for leaving them, but they’d just wilt if she carried them around while on their date!

As if on cue—or as if he’d been listening the whole time—a Novosi quickly ducked in and plucked the flowers from Anastasia, scaring the bejeezus out of her. He said he’d get them in a nice vase and they’d be waiting in their room when they returned. Disgruntled, she thanked the Novosi and turned back to Urjasz.

“That sounds really nice,” Anastasia said with a sheepish smile. A picnic? A stroll? A carriage ride? This was so unlike the werewolf, but it was a nice thing. A nice, normal, quiet day out with someone she cared a lot about would be a nice change from moping around or being chased by something with fangs. Or a very sharp object. . . . For once she’d get to do something normal girls do! Sure he looked old enough to be. . . her uncle or something, but that didn’t matter with the nonhumans. Not when neither of them would change or age anymore.

All smiles, Anastasia followed Urjasz to the car and scooted inside it, keeping her dress flat against her legs. Setting her clutch bag on her lap, Anastasia smiled sheepishly at Urjasz again and busied herself with running her hands through her hair, as if it needed to tamed again.

But she was just nervous.

TAGGED: Urjasz WORDS: three hundred eighty five OUTFIT: here NOTES: We can do it! CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

With a slight wheel spin, the car set off and they were on their way. This would no doubt be the longest part of the entire day, as it could go either way from here onwards. However, at least the day was in motion. The worst part of nerve racking days was the start so at least now it would become clearer as the day went on. "So I hear that you finally met Sully" he randomly stated, wanting to try get a conversation going to fill the journey. He was partly curious as to what had happened as well, but he had no intention on causing a scene between the two. He would bribe, steal and murder his way through the day if it meant that it was perfect for her. "I've spoken to him briefly. As per usual I feel the reputation may be overhyped. We've yet to see I think." It was slight rambling and a bizarre topic to bring up but he wanted so bad for there to be no nerves in the air between them.

If ever there was a moment that he wished he could read minds, this was one of them. He'd love to know what she was thinking and make it so. He'd already had one experiment go well and with Sully mentioning in their brief conversation that he may be disappearing to take part in one himself, Urjasz was seriously considering it. If anything, he wanted to know what Anastasia actually saw in him. He knew that despite it being normal in the immortal world, she was only new to this world and had many more human years under her belt. Surely it must be weird for her to be with a man that looked twice her age? There was always the fear that should a younger looking man show up that she'd move on with him. But she wasn't like that. Anastasia was the nicest person that he'd ever met. And for that reason he had news to tell her when they had their meal.

Just don't get bored of happiness and we'll do fine

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

ell, despite some awkward first moments and a few pauses and of course the nervousness that still twisted her stomach, the day had started off well. The car ride with Urjasz was no normal that it quelled some of her fears and qualms about the day, and she felt for the duration of the trip that this was just a normal day out of the mansion.

“Sully? Oh. . . yeah. We sat down and spoke for a little while,” she replied, trying to remember the conversation in case he asked for particulars. The chat hadn’t been too bad, and she had to agree with Urjasz. “He really wasn’t as scary as I’d imagined from what everyone had said. . . . At first he seemed. . . kinda off. . . and. . . creepy. . . but after a while he simmered down a little bit and it wasn’t a terribly conversation.”

She didn’t mention that something just hadn’t seem right about him, even when he was being civil.

It was nice, almost natural sitting in that car with Urjasz. She could feel her nerves melting away and she knew this was going to be good day. The sun was out, there wasn’t a sign of rain or snow at all. It would have been nice if it had been warmer, but it was warmer outside than it had in the past few days, and with her higher than normal body temperature it was nice enough out for her to not even wear a jacket—and to be out in a dress, for that matter. She could only imagine the looks she was going to get from some people.

Inwardly she took a deep breath, steadying a new set of nerves that kicked up. Slowly, almost inaudibly, she exhaled. The color returned to her cheeks and then reached out with her hand to take Urjasz’s. God, she felt like she was fourteen and was going on her very first date with her first boyfriend! How embarrassing.

TAGGED: Urjasz WORDS: three hundred thirty eight OUTFIT: here NOTES: I'll try. For Anastasia's sake! CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

Nodding away as she spoke, it was surprising that Anastasia was speaking fairly nicely about Sully. Since telling her that Sully would be joining them, she had seemed a touch more nervous. However now he could tell that having faced Sully face to face, she was not that afraid anymore. He knew that she'd always be afraid of Sully deep inside, but she could walk around the mansion without fear at least. Deep down inside Urjasz knew that she probably feared him too and he would never be able to shake that fear from her heart. Even if she loved him, she would always fear him. "Oh without a shadow of a doubt he's certainly got a quirky personality. He's rather odd in the conventional sense, yet I don't find him to be this monster people make out" Urjasz babbled, letting his words get away from him, carrying his nerves along with them.

His words soon turned to silence as her hand met his and he turned his hand to wrap around her's, a smile upon his face. All this time he'd been too afraid to make the first move with touching. She was to set the limits for the day as he had none. "Enough about Sully. How are you feeling today? I want this day to be perfect for you. God knows you deserve it. You want a change of plan at any point, just say. Anything you want, just say. Today is all about you. It's always going to be about you." Leaning across the car, he kissed her on the forehead and smiled, staring into her eyes. "You've made me a proud man you know? I know it's early on and all, but by coming out on this date, you've made me the happiest man, cliche aside. I can only hope to bring such happiness to your life as you do to mine." Stroking a strand of hair that had apparently decided it wanted to be different from the rest, he was content with just being with her for now. Even if the day was just them in the car, it'd be perfect. He had her.

Good girl

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

odding, Anastasia replied “Maybe it’s just because the mansion is a more controlled environment than the city. He seems to like it here, though. . . so maybe he won’t do anything that’ll jeopardize living here,” she commented off-handedly, unsure if she even believed that herself from what she’d heard, but based on what she’d experienced it was the most likely scenario that she could come up with.

Glad that her little attempt at making the first move had gone over without a hitch, she sighed inwardly with relief and smiled, though the blush still remained. She looked up at him only when he started to talk to her—her nerves and general demeanor making it hard for her to make eye contact with him or really anyone else. Her smile turned sheepish and she unconsciously squeezed his hand a little bit. “I’m feeling pretty good, thank you. I’m sure whatever you have planned will be more than perfect.”

If she could have shuffled, she probably would have.

“After all. . . it’s just you and me. Couldn’t get any better than that,” she continued quietly, as if she was embarrassed to say it. Who was she talking to, after all? The Gorchakov’s hit man, pretty much, if she understood their arrangement right. She felt silly, saying such. . . mushy things to a seasoned killer.

Her smile widened a little bit as he kissed her forehead, and she tried to best to keep eye contact with him, but it was making her a little fidgety and she wanted to look away, but it was the least she could do; meet his gaze. “You already do make my happy, Jasz. I don’t know. . . what you have to be proud about, but I’m glad to be going on this date with you,” she replied sheepishly.

TAGGED: Urjasz WORDS: three hundred and six OUTFIT: here NOTES: ^-^ I am, aren't I? CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

Compliment after compliment was being sent back his way and he simply wasn't used to getting them back. Sure that's how Anastasia would claim it was for her as well, but he truly was not used to it. Most people didn't compliment his style of work as he killed them. Not sure why. "I bloody well hope the day is perfect. I'm so determined to make this day perfect, you have no idea. But as you say, just you and me. Sounds like a perfect day in the making." Though his words were sincere and true, there was certainly an element of an unusual tone in his voice. Whilst he would complain to himself that he was not used to receiving compliments, it was also handing them out that was strange for him. Urjasz was always a loyal man, keen to see a cause to the end and being at a friend's side for all times. But falling for someone like this was simply too hard for him. The last time he did, he condemned her to an eternity in hell.

"Jasz?" he questioned with a confused yet entertained look upon his face. And now she was calling him by a nickname. This was a good thing.....right? He assumed so and continued with his conversation. "I've plenty to be proud of you for. You're more of a fighter than you would admit. Nightmare after nightmare you've had to endure. Have you got up and run away? No. You always stood your ground. It doesn't matter how you did, the fact you did not leave shows you are strong. Stronger than I was. I have run before. Something I am ashamed of to this day. I will become a better person. You just have to stay as you are. Perfection does not need to be changed." Smiling once more, he glanced out the window to get an idea where they were. The city limits. Halfway at least. Excitement was replacing nerves and he looked forward to the meal to come.

You're not always a good girl

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

e was giving her far too much credit than she thought was due to herself. Her version of being strong was standing up to the things in her life that brought her down, those that picked on her and took advantage of her. . . . She wasn’t strong, she was a coward in her own eyes. The way she saw it, she was too scared to run. You at least had to have courage to run. . . she was too afraid to even do that! Too afraid she’d get caught, too afraid of the consequences. . . .

She wasn’t strong. Anastasia was just a paralyzed coward too afraid to do anything for herself. At least running away would have at least sent some sort of statement to her controlling sire. . . that she wasn’t going to take it anymore.

But she just smiled and blushed, fiddling with the hem of her dress before flattening it out with the hand that wasn’t occupied by Urjasz’s. “I guess that’s one way to put it,” she murmured, rubbing her thumb against the side of his hand as she held it. One thing she couldn’t deny was that she had certainly taken quite a few beatings since she had become a were-hyena.

“There’s nothing wrong with running,” she assured the werewolf, looking up at him. “Sometimes I wish I had run at times. . . . But I hoped that it would get better, more tolerable. Things wouldn’t be so bad, especially when Kyla was brought out. . . . Though I regret that the most, I think. Instead of running or dealing with my problems, I brought Kyla into it.” She sighed quietly to herself, but at least she didn’t seem like she was going to break out into tears any time soon.

Maybe she was moving on after all.

TAGGED: Urjasz WORDS: three hundred and eleven OUTFIT: here NOTES: Only you would know. ;P CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

In a rather morbid twist in the conversation, Kyla was brought back up and Urjasz knew instantly that he would be treading on a mine field from there onwards. He didn't want to change the topic as if to purposely ignore Kyla's existance yet he didn't want to potentially upset Anastasia by discussing the death of a best friend. It was a tricky situation that was for sure. Taking a small breath, he spoke slowly and quietly, quite clearly choosing his words carefully. "You can never, ever blame yourself for that. Kyla wanted to be part of this world from the moment she found out about it. She wanted to be there for you from day one. You went through a dark time alone and she was the light that saw you through to the end. Even I wasn't there for you. I didn't know the true meaning of friendship until I saw you when I returned." Taking another moment to collect his words, he wrapped his arm around her, shifting up close to embrace her gently.

"You and Kyla both made it through what was always going to be the darkest day, yet the best day. Daktari's death. The moment he died, you were both free. Events that happened after were not in your control. It doesn't matter if Kyla was immortal or not. Hunters came hunting and Kyla would have been there fighting for you even if she was a human. In all my years I have never seen such loyalty between two people. She died protecting you. Do not feel ashamed of that fact. You saw that she got a proper send off. You did not just leave her. If I even got half that loyalty from you I'd be the happiest man on earth. Think of it this way. You did not curse her. You gave her a gift. How happy was Kyla throughout her new life? As happy as I'd ever seen anyone. You showed her a life that she could only dream of. You kept your problems as your's." Kissing her on the head, he added "You'll always do her proud."

Don't you have a fella? Forget about him? Awkwaaaard

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

ighing, Anastasia listened intently to Urjasz, but it was all stuff she had already been told over and over again by the same people. . . . Kyla’s death wasn’t her fault, there was nothing she could have done, Kyla died for a noble cause, she had wanted to be in that life. . . . But in the end they were just words and the nagging feeling that if she had been stronger, braver, just generally better in every aspect, she might have been able to help Kyla and prevent her death.

“I’m sorry. . . . I should. . . probably stop talking about her so much, shouldn’t I?” she murmured, looking up at him as the werewolf held her in his arms. He felt so warm. . . and it just felt right being there with his arms around her. Easy, almost, like it was a natural occurrence. “Probably getting tired of hearing it. . . . Kyla this, Kyla that, woe is me. . . .”

She sighed, obviously a little down-trodden, but for some reason the tiniest of smiles, however solemn, remained on her face. As she leaned back against Urjasz’s chest as he held her, she caught a glimpse of the driver and suddenly remembered he was there too, and suddenly she felt a tiny bit awkward having an audience, even if it was only an audience of one.

Well, she took comfort in the fact that he probably didn’t care what they did and most likely wouldn’t stick around for the whole date.

TAGGED: Urjasz WORDS: two hundred sixty OUTFIT: here NOTES: Pfft no I was just continuing our witty banter! CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

Despite being clearly brought down by the topic of the conversation, there was still a smile upon her face, if not a brief one. Urjasz saw her look to the driver and he didn't need to read minds to know that she was suddenly very aware of the audience. Pressing a window on the side, a pane of glass came from all directions, forming a glass barrier between them and the driver. It was a neat little Novosi invention. "You can never talk about your friends too much. Especially those who are no longer around. You're only young, in both human and immortal senses. You can not be expected to be able to deal with such situations at that age. You can't, and I couldn't either." Pausing, he glanced at the glass and explained "I've never told anyone this but when I was 14 my friend Krystyn moved to America with his family. Whilst things went bad at home, he was doing well in life here and I always kept in contact through letters."

Sighing, Urjasz took a moment before saying "I was living in my family's cabin, I must have been around your age, maybe 18. One month I didn't get a letter from him. The next week I got one from his parents. He'd died in a gang related killing. Now he was always the good kid, never getting in trouble. Usual story. Turns out he'd tried to help a man who'd been set upon and they shot him. I don't think I ever got over his death. The usual if I was there, and the old if I'd convinced him to stay thoughts always went through my mind. Now I'm not trying to lower the mood even more, but in the end, we all accept it in the end. I will never tell you to stop talking about Kyla. You just need time and that's always the hardest part. The waiting. This is what I love about you. You don't just move on. You care about what happened. This is why you'll always be a better person than me. A better immortal all round."

Our witty banter is awesome ^^

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

nastasia gasped under her breath and started slightly when the glass started to rise, and she glanced questioningly at Urjasz, but decided not to voice her question. Maybe he’d caught her glancing uneasily at the driver or something. . . .

Except now she felt kinda bad. Like putting up that wall would insult the poor Novosi driver.

Intently, Anastasia listened to his little story of plight, of the time when his friend died. She gave him a sympathetic look and held his hands in her again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. It was hard to remember sometimes that she wasn’t the only one who was suffering, or had suffered. It was hard to remember that he’d been alive for almost two hundred years. . . that’s almost two centuries of potential suffering. . . . Maybe she wasn’t being sensitive enough to everyone else around her.

“I’m sorry, Urjasz. . . . That. . . makes me feel a little less bad about going on about her. And I’m glad that you could share this with me,” she smiled up at him and managed to stretch upward and give him a little kiss on the cheek. She wasn’t even really sure why, but it seemed like a good thing for her to do at the time.

TAGGED: Urjasz WORDS: two hundred seventeen OUTFIT: here NOTES: Yes, yes it is true! CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

His story had taken its fair amount of time to be told, long enough for the park to be a few blocks away and he was very aware of the distance left. Perhaps getting all the negative feelings of the day dealt with early on was a smart idea, even if originally he hadn't expected or planned it to happen. She listened to his story carefully, not just pretending to be listening so that he would hurry up and finish. It made him feel like he was actually being listened to for once. He was well known going on and on and on. And he wasn't the only one in the mansion to be like that. Sometimes he couldn't help but pity Anastasia having to put with it all.

“I would share my entire world with you if I could. I only worry that it would make you hate me. I've seen and done many bad things in my time. When we're together I'm a different man altogether and you make me feel whole. You are what was missing from my life all this time. Never feel bad about talking to me about how you feel, no matter how often you repeat the same stories. End of the day, you're all that matters to me.”

The car came to a steady stop and the driver soon opened Anastasia's door and Urjasz jumped out his side quickly, racing around to her side to help her out. As the car door was closed behind her, he turned her to face an open top carriage, the white horses waiting patiently at the front. “Fact is, I'll do anything for you. And that's why I'm staying in New York, from here onwards. It's been arranged with Afanasii. Let's just say there is a plan in the works to benefit us all.”

What he wasn't mentioning was the plan to over throw the Gorchakov elders and place Afanasii as the sole elder. It would mean that there was never any more deals being broken, there was only one plan, not five and the family would truly be united. Walking her towards the carriage, he opened the side door and helped her in, taking a seat with her. Once they were seated, the carriage set off, the short journey through the park in style. “I can only hope that I'm able to give you the life you deserve. Let us not think of the past now, and think only of the future. Together.”

It's my turn ^^