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†003 - Childcare
[Mihail has never really had much of a chance to practice his fathering skills (do suburbs even count?) so this is definitely something else. Perhaps it wouldn't be half as odd if the child he got from HQ wasn't also Norilsk's child. That isn't to say that it's a bad thing, seeing as how the newly-christened Nadezhda is not only adorable but very well-behaved. Mihail's definitely taken a shine to her.
It's just... Well, it's awkward, seeing as how her parents can easily be submerged into a very vicious cycle in their relationship, so this is certainly a questionable situation.
All backstory aside, they've decided to relocate to Mihail's room with Nadezhda for the time being, though Mihail's really stuck as to how to take care of her when he has absolutely nothing in his room that a baby could use. Fun times in parenthood, indeed.]
It's just... Well, it's awkward, seeing as how her parents can easily be submerged into a very vicious cycle in their relationship, so this is certainly a questionable situation.
All backstory aside, they've decided to relocate to Mihail's room with Nadezhda for the time being, though Mihail's really stuck as to how to take care of her when he has absolutely nothing in his room that a baby could use. Fun times in parenthood, indeed.]
;///A///; /dies with
ahdg /immolates
he doesn't know what to think of this yet, but he unwinds, responds even - not to say that mihail's coaxing suddenly filled him with bravado, no (he ain't got swagga); nevertheless, enabling is enabling and yuri's hands find themselves cupping mihail's face, bringing him forward
closer if that's even possible.
he'll worry about the consequences, the apologies, everything later. for now, it's this very moment he wants to focus on because he
really - god
doesn't want to let go, doesn't want to leave, doesn't want mihail to leave yet he knows once this is over, it's back to being cowardly, it's back to pretending nothing happened and that hurts because he
wants this too. ]
/puts back together ;;
ahdg /scream & breaks again. ;____;
and stops, out of breath, pressing his forehead against mihail's again. in this brief pause, he mumbles ("Простите") against his lip, plants a kiss on the side of his mouth and back again to close -- fill maybe? -- the gap between them. it's like he's overflowing and yuri doesn't -
can't?
- wrap his head around it all, all this raw feeling, all this desperation (?), and wanting that grips him and he'dshowmorebut. ]
D: /saves!
i hate the english language forever.
he grunts. breathes through his nostrils. and parts again, eyes closed, the tips of their noses touching, thumb stroking mihail's cheek like he would someone precious (that'sbecauseheis). ]
What - [ he chokes out in russian, unable to even translate simple words into english. "are we doing," but he stops himself because he's fully aware of what they're doing; the only thing he needs to come to to terms with is whether or not it's right or wrong for him to feel like this, to want something & have it & feel somewhat fulfilled -- at least at this moment. ]
well it loves you c;
lmao no i'm sure the feeling's mutual
to whom? to mihail, even though he's the one with the reassurances?
(i'mherei'm-) ]
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again: ]
Я тебя люблю. [ & he looks up, eyes open, a little sad? but he means it & it's awful because
it's still all too fast & he wants it & he knows it's wrong for him to want it & take it.
the tips of their noses touch again & it takes a lot to just sit there & not kiss him again. ]
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i don't think i -
but -
i don't know if -
what will -
i think i -
he tilts his head to the side silently. it just seems like the natural thing to do, even if a small part of him doesn't want this to happen because it's wrong, wrong, wrong. the hand on mihail's thigh slides upwards, its final resting place being his lower back, where yuri's fingers dig, dig, dig at the fabric of his shirt. ]
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