[ With Tehroun, and keep them both out of her hair for a night.
As they walk down the corridor, Anahid smiles politely a couple passing by in the opposite direction. Their glances in reply are curiously quizzical; she chalks it up to the same sort of unfriendliness that Radomir had so wilfully exhibited.
The next door, she opens herself, and gestures for him to step out ahead of her. It's quite a bit darker out now than it had been when they were finishing up their dinner. The moon hangs low and bright, overpowering what little candlelight shines out from glossy windows, and Anahid finds herself noticing that his eyes are even brighter now.
Which is a totally normal thing for one friend to notice about another, of course. ]
Who is a completely kind man, if a little intense at times. Nikolai's not quite sure what to make of him other than he's the sort that probably takes things said a little too literally and has very little time for games.
Perhaps that's why he likes Anahid's company best. She encourages his mischief more than he thinks her husband would. He seems so serious, so literal.
Now outside, Nikolai finds his sight hasn't changed one bit. He doesn't think about why he can see through the darkness as though Alina Starkov stands beside him, brightening the world around them. ]
How is he finding Os Alta? And you can be honest. It can be a dreadful place at times.
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He's uninterested in anything beyond your Materialki's — [ a quick glance his way; is she saying that right? ] — laboratories. And he finds the food too spicy.
[ She doesn't mean to sound so bitingly bored.
It's just quite hard to avoid, with him. ]
If you have any recommendations on what might interest him, I'd be pleased to pass it along.
[ If David talks. Nikolai thinks about the whole scenario fondly. The only person David talks to, as in willingly engages with, is Genya Safin. He thinks he should invite her along to watch how Joddani and David get along. ]
If he's anything like David, spending time with David is my only recommendation. He's our best. Dry as dirt, but exceptionally brilliant and quietly witty.
[ And someone Nikolai's fond of, even if he often stares at him, unamused by Nikolai's antics, never quite laughing at his incredible jokes. ]
I think you'd enjoy spending time with Genya, if you haven't already crossed paths with her.
I think Lady Safin has her hands full trying to administer twenty extra bodies in the Little Palace.
[ It isn't like the alchemists add anything in terms of martial expertise, so Nikolai's general hadn't been especially interested. Anahid hasn't hosted twenty visitors, no; but she has hosted Siyon, which was stressful in and of itself.
A sidelong glance for Nikolai. Are you so eager to foist me off on one of your generals? It's a silly thought, and a sillier question. He's the king. He's busy. And she's no one. ]
I'll see if she wants to take tea. [ A breath, and a smile. ] It was nice having someone to spend the day with, today. I hope you gained somewhat from it.
A muddied backside. [ He twists to look down at his muddied, now dried, pants. ] One can never have a good day if left clean.
[ The Little Palace is lit softly as they approach. Perhaps he should ask David to consider creating a path with soft lights to connect the Grand Palace and the Little Palace, but that often leaves the Inferni upset they can't use their flames to light the way and impress those around them. Sometimes, it's hard being king. It's impossible to juggle everyone's happiness.
But he thinks he managed to give Anahid a nice day, perhaps one she'll talk about and describe as "utterly exhausting, but at least the King of Ravka is an excellent conversationalist and an even better joker". ]
Feel free to tell your friend Siyon about the balloon. [ With a smile, he furrows his brows together as he jokes, ] I have a feeling someone like him would be jealous of you.
I'm sure his response to my boasting will be heard all the way in the grand palace.
[ Yes, she absolutely will drag her bestie out of bed to talk about her hours-long not-a-date with the king. At the step of the little palace, she lingers for a moment; it's hard not to be very aware how the distant candlelight flickers across his skin.
She reaches out to take her borrowed books from him. ]
[ Just in case she happens to remember it one of these days.
He lets her take those books, although he keeps his on mechanical engineering. Flicking his wrist as he holds it, he takes a step back and glances up at the Little Palace.
He should turn around and walk away. It's a very simple action. Yet, he lingers. ]
Enjoy the books. [ He takes a step back and then another… ] Oh, I look forward to hearing your Kerch. I bet you'll be better than me.
[ And then he turns around, head held high, stupid smile on his face, as he walks back to the nicely lit Grand Palace to be chained to his bed.
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[ With Tehroun, and keep them both out of her hair for a night.
As they walk down the corridor, Anahid smiles politely a couple passing by in the opposite direction. Their glances in reply are curiously quizzical; she chalks it up to the same sort of unfriendliness that Radomir had so wilfully exhibited.
The next door, she opens herself, and gestures for him to step out ahead of her. It's quite a bit darker out now than it had been when they were finishing up their dinner. The moon hangs low and bright, overpowering what little candlelight shines out from glossy windows, and Anahid finds herself noticing that his eyes are even brighter now.
Which is a totally normal thing for one friend to notice about another, of course. ]
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Who is a completely kind man, if a little intense at times. Nikolai's not quite sure what to make of him other than he's the sort that probably takes things said a little too literally and has very little time for games.
Perhaps that's why he likes Anahid's company best. She encourages his mischief more than he thinks her husband would. He seems so serious, so literal.
Now outside, Nikolai finds his sight hasn't changed one bit. He doesn't think about why he can see through the darkness as though Alina Starkov stands beside him, brightening the world around them. ]
How is he finding Os Alta? And you can be honest. It can be a dreadful place at times.
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[ She doesn't mean to sound so bitingly bored.
It's just quite hard to avoid, with him. ]
If you have any recommendations on what might interest him, I'd be pleased to pass it along.
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[ If David talks. Nikolai thinks about the whole scenario fondly. The only person David talks to, as in willingly engages with, is Genya Safin. He thinks he should invite her along to watch how Joddani and David get along. ]
If he's anything like David, spending time with David is my only recommendation. He's our best. Dry as dirt, but exceptionally brilliant and quietly witty.
[ And someone Nikolai's fond of, even if he often stares at him, unamused by Nikolai's antics, never quite laughing at his incredible jokes. ]
I think you'd enjoy spending time with Genya, if you haven't already crossed paths with her.
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[ It isn't like the alchemists add anything in terms of martial expertise, so Nikolai's general hadn't been especially interested. Anahid hasn't hosted twenty visitors, no; but she has hosted Siyon, which was stressful in and of itself.
A sidelong glance for Nikolai. Are you so eager to foist me off on one of your generals? It's a silly thought, and a sillier question. He's the king. He's busy. And she's no one. ]
I'll see if she wants to take tea. [ A breath, and a smile. ] It was nice having someone to spend the day with, today. I hope you gained somewhat from it.
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[ The Little Palace is lit softly as they approach. Perhaps he should ask David to consider creating a path with soft lights to connect the Grand Palace and the Little Palace, but that often leaves the Inferni upset they can't use their flames to light the way and impress those around them. Sometimes, it's hard being king. It's impossible to juggle everyone's happiness.
But he thinks he managed to give Anahid a nice day, perhaps one she'll talk about and describe as "utterly exhausting, but at least the King of Ravka is an excellent conversationalist and an even better joker". ]
Feel free to tell your friend Siyon about the balloon. [ With a smile, he furrows his brows together as he jokes, ] I have a feeling someone like him would be jealous of you.
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[ Yes, she absolutely will drag her bestie out of bed to talk about her hours-long not-a-date with the king. At the step of the little palace, she lingers for a moment; it's hard not to be very aware how the distant candlelight flickers across his skin.
She reaches out to take her borrowed books from him. ]
Good night, your Majesty.
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[ Just in case she happens to remember it one of these days.
He lets her take those books, although he keeps his on mechanical engineering. Flicking his wrist as he holds it, he takes a step back and glances up at the Little Palace.
He should turn around and walk away. It's a very simple action. Yet, he lingers. ]
Enjoy the books. [ He takes a step back and then another… ] Oh, I look forward to hearing your Kerch. I bet you'll be better than me.
[ And then he turns around, head held high, stupid smile on his face, as he walks back to the nicely lit Grand Palace to be chained to his bed.
Seriously, this shit is a fairytale. ]