†001 - What do they expect me to do?

[bucuresti]

[Romania's elections have recently taken place, with some odd results. Two major parties tied and in an attempt to help political and economical situations, the country has declared a New Centralist government, definitely in contrast of their past communist government. However, this new turn has left the capital feeling rather off and somewhat ill. Mihail has taken to reclining on his couch, trying to settle his churning stomach and battling a very persistent headache. After all, there's obvious unrest at home and he can feel all of it.

As of now, he's curled up in a parka (real fur-lined, indeed) and in more nauseous moments, he seems to think a glass of absinthe can help, so he's been making return trips to the kitchen and thus, slowly draining an absinthe bottle. He's confused enough that he doesn't realize it's only making him feel worse. Hopefully, things will die down over Christmas enough for a reprieve, but there doesn't seem to be any signs of that.]

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[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

If I quit--oh, yes, maybe. [] I am sorry you have to see me in such a state. Normally, I'm a bit more...what would you call it? Mellow?

[moskva-prince.livejournal.com]

Not really; you just look like you are cold.

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head.
It ain't yer fault if there's trouble at home... Wouldn' be righ' of me ta judge ya for it.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

Though the election did take place at my home. It makes things difficult, especially with the intensity of the situation. Perhaps it is my fault for being so neutral.

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head.
No... Darlin', ain't none of this yer fault.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

Just a little bit. []

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you give me too much credit, Mr. William.

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head.
Ah don' think so...

[moskva-prince.livejournal.com]

You should get a heater in here then.
It is a terrible thing to get sick, and Christmas is right around the corner.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

I do believe you might. I have done some regrettable things in the past, politically. This is just one more problem that may be coming back to haunt me.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

Aren't heaters expensive?

And yes, it doesn't exactly do me well to have an illness during one of the happiest times of the year. Regrettable, isn't it?

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

He sighs.
We've all done regrettable things darlin'...

[moskva-prince.livejournal.com]

Not when you're me, they aren't. {He chuckles, taking a step closer.}
Yes, very...I hope you get better soon.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes, I'm sure you do. []

[moskva-prince.livejournal.com]

{Just to get a better view of one of his favorite people, at the moment anyway.}

Want some vodka, I got some as an early Christmas gift for you. {He pulls a bottle of Vodka out of his coat. A rather expensive bottle, a bow tied around it.}

[gulags.livejournal.com]

[ upon seeing mihail in his moment of weakness, a (not-so) little city shuts the door and cautiously (hesitantly, maybe?) knocks. ]

Are you alright?

[reabilituvaty.livejournal.com]

Yes, that is the... the vexing part, about being here. I feel very restless, sometimes... and a little helpless, as well.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

[]

That's very thoughtful, Dimitri. Thank you.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

[]

Oh, Yuri. Come in, please. []

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

And I am sure others forgiving me is not so difficult. I just find it is very difficult to forgive myself. But no, this isn't the time to be thinking about that. It's the holidays after all.

[moskva-prince.livejournal.com]

You're very welcome Mihail, 'tis the Season, da?
I'm giving gifts to everyone that I can...it always makes people happy.

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

He nods.
Exactly darlin'...There'll be plenty a' time fer worry an' regret after tha holidays.

[gulags.livejournal.com]

[ stock-still until finally he opens the door. he would like to pretend he didn't see a glimpse of that wounded face earlier -- the fact that his voice sounds pleading is slightly...er...worrisome? ]

Ah, Mihail. Hello.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

[] You can come in all the way. I'm not contagious. []

[gulags.livejournal.com]

That is not what I am worried about. [ it slipped. for some reason, he is very unnerved -- nevermind this is his first attempt at striking conversation with someone who is not russian. thanks, moscow, for at least giving him that freedom. ]

Do you need anything?