[ the face nikolai makes is one he needs not see again to know it is present; the first time it'd surprised him, gloved hands cradling his own fearlessly— that unfiltered emotion, as if he's pleased to see fyodor, truly pleased. the eyes give him away, it's difficult to stomach, how to be free is such a complicated matter for his dear friend when he's already soaring close to his goal.
but fyodor is not here to school or scold nikolai for his foolishness back in meursault. to keep up with him is no easy feat but nikolai makes it look easy with the way he catches up and they both weave in and out of the crowd until it thins a little and they are not alone but less likely to be interrupted.
it is only then that fyodor stops abruptly and turns on his heel, beloved ushanka on his head. ] Would you expect me to know you any less despite being in prison for months?
[ from his bag of purchases a brooch is pulled out, the feathers made of incrusted white stones, the body a deep-jade tone, the eyes purple. he has the audacity of pining this trinket to his white shirt as if his dear friend has not been looking for this. ]
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but fyodor is not here to school or scold nikolai for his foolishness back in meursault. to keep up with him is no easy feat but nikolai makes it look easy with the way he catches up and they both weave in and out of the crowd until it thins a little and they are not alone but less likely to be interrupted.
it is only then that fyodor stops abruptly and turns on his heel, beloved ushanka on his head. ] Would you expect me to know you any less despite being in prison for months?
[ from his bag of purchases a brooch is pulled out, the feathers made of incrusted white stones, the body a deep-jade tone, the eyes purple. he has the audacity of pining this trinket to his white shirt as if his dear friend has not been looking for this. ]