Ty mne ne bezrazlichen. [Dmitri]

[venvolkov]

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[atrb=background,http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab236/AxeMar_Equals_Me/Ventablebot.jpg] Dusk had taken on the darker schemes of autumn's approach. The days were growing shorter, though not so quickly as to be noticeable. The last of the fading light tinged the sky in untidy streaks; banners of pale yellow spread thinly over the horizon, the underside a soft, bruised looking lavender. Above, the sky had turned into darker shades of navy, and the rich, blue-black of India ink. The softest of robin egg ran like a thin ribbon beneath the darkest layer, almost luminous in the last of the sunlight. The soft, rhythmic lap of the darkened water against the worn legs of the dock's support pillars was mildly disturbed by the sound of shallow splashes--and the irregular pattern of racing footsteps. A pair of eyes shone eerily in the murk; the effect slightly out-of-focus, seeming to disappear and then reappear. They were a pale blue in color, reflecting a pale silver-green light. Ven's coat was utterly soaked--waterlogged and dripping from his race along the shallows. At first, he'd delighted in leaping over the smaller waves as they approached the shore, mouth open comically as he all but attacked them, small, oval ears pressed flat against his skull. And for a while, he had been enjoying himself. Immensely, truth be told. That is, until an expected rogue swell had suddenly surged forth, towering over him for a brief second before crashing over him in a blanket of cold, cloying misery. He'd hastily made his way onto the narrow strip of sandbar shortly after, bedraggled and nothing short of ridiculous in appearance. His tail, drenched to the bone, had puffed out in irritation, spotted fur matted in some places and sticking out at wild, spiked angles in others. His fur was soaked through, and heavy with the sharp scent of brine. The brackish taste of stagnant waters coated his tongue, a sensation that the Russian, sporting his leopard shift, found disagreeable. He stalked, stiff-legged, across the sand, wincing inwardly at the gritty texture between his pads. The only source of illumination was the small bonfire, built high, sparks periodically swirling away like brilliant, furiously burning fireflies before abruptly winking out. The bonfire was the leopard's destination. More specifically, the tattered blanket spread across the sand, slightly to the right of it. It was where he'd left Dmitri. The man had stubbornly and rather sourly refused to join him in his play, citing his loathing of water. Ven had wisely decided against pushing the matter; it had been difficult enough to get Dmitri to even agree to joining him for the evening. Even so, as he slowly approached the blanket, he paused. A thought struck him then, and, with an inward smirk of satisfaction, he braced his front paws on its edge, drawing as close to Dmitri as he dared before suddenly shaking himself head to toe in a vigorous gesture. Water arched off of him in a fine spray, dousing both man and blanket thoroughly. Not that Ven gave him much time to react. Shifting quickly, he dropped into his lap, laughing as he did so. After a moment, however, when the worst of his laughter had subsided, he gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders, leaning up slightly to pull him into a soft, lingering kiss before breaking away. "You should've seen your face!" he crowed at him for a moment, before quieting slightly. Heaving a soft, contented sigh, he leaned back, then; back resting against his chest, head tucked beneath his chin. "Hey. I've missed you." This he added more quietly after a pause, before twisting slightly, lips planting a soft kiss on his throat. Ooc: I SNUCK IN RUSSIAN BECAUSE I AM LAZY AND CAN'T THINK OF A THREAD TITLE AT THIS HOUR. *Translates to 'I love you.' Yeah yeah, short and sweet.

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