Loving The Weather [Open but PM first]

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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His attention was drawn away from the mansion and he looked down at Anastasia. Giving her a smile, he answered "I'm glad to be back. I'm sorry that my return could not be a happier time though." He kept his answer short and brief, not wanting dwell on the topic too long. They had buried her, it was time to move on. It would be far easier for him than her, but the road to recovery began here. "If I'm not here and you ever need me, I'm a phone call away. I'll fly from Russia if it means I can help. I won't always be here, but I want you to be ready for that. I'm without a boss, something I'm not used to. Afanasii is a good man, but he'll never replace Zakhar." He knew she understood but he couldn't help but want to remind her.

Motioning to the stairs with his hand, he took a half step towards the steps. "We should rest. Come, I'll see you to your room." He held out his hand for her to take and led her up the stairs towards her room at a casual pace, not wanting to drag her along. After a moment's silence they reached her room and he let go of her hand. "Well here you go. I'll be just down the hall yeah? Is there anything else I can do?" he stated, his voice soft. He wasn't a parent type but he had seen a lot happen to this girl and even in his mind she had suffered more than her fair share. To anyone else watching he was helping, but truth be told he respected her more now because she was still standing despite everything that happened to her.

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

it's hard to see the pain behind the mask bearing the burden
OF A SECRET STORM SOMETIMES SHE WISHES SHE WAS NEVER BORN THROUGH THE WIND AND THE
RAIN SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE BUT HER DREAMS GIVE
HER WINGS AND SHE FLIES TO A PLACE WHERE SHE'S LOVED ---------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------------- A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE

Anastasia nodded her head quietly, finally lifting a hand to pull her wet hair from her face. She would have liked his return to be a little more happy, just because that would have meant that Kyla would still be alive and she wouldn’t feel so hollow. “If I'm not here and you ever need me, I'm a phone call away. I'll fly from Russia if it means I can help. I won't always be here, but I want you to be ready for that. I'm without a boss, something I'm not used to. Afanasii is a good man, but he'll never replace Zakhar,” Urjasz offered. Anastasia looked up at him and tilted her head to the side. She didn’t peg the werewolf as the type that would offer such things to her, but she managed to give a little smile and nodded her head. It was an incredibly sweet gesture, but she wasn’t about to go overboard and start calling him whenever she got a lonely. . . she didn’t want to drive the man insane. He was still the man who had beaten Kyla into one big bruise, and that was a side of him she didn’t want to see. There had been a few times where she had been close to because Daktari thought she “misbehaved,” and those fleeting moments had terrified her. “Thank you. I won’t be a bother,” she replied meekly.

Urjasz took a few steps toward the stairs, and Anastasia stood there for a second, hesitant to follow him, but then he reached out and offered his hand. “We should rest. Come, I'll see you to your room.” Anastasia nodded her head and timidly took his hand before trailing behind him. She was able to remain caught up with him, so she wasn’t being dragged. Though, she didn’t really think that Urjasz would just drag her behind him. It didn’t take long to traverse the halls, and Anastasia had to use all of her will power not to look at Kyla’s door. The first night she’d gotten back after staying with Aleksei—the night of Kyla’s murder—Anastasia had actually knocked on the door, expecting Kyla to answer. The morning after, she’d called Kyla’s phone. There hadn’t been an answer. Oh how she had wished Kyla would answer. Anastasia didn’t cope with things as well as others would. Urjasz let go of her hand and she hung on for a moment longer before letting it slip. She just wanted the comfort of knowing that knowing that someone who cared about her was still around. “Well here you go. I'll be just down the hall yeah? Is there anything else I can do?” Anastasia shook her head and backed toward her door. “No. . . I will be fine.”

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 464
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Urjasz
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE The Mansion
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Martina McBride