hello vanabanana this is written on mobile sorry for any flopness or typos etc etc etc think mr darcy pride and prejudice 2005 on the hand mentions thanks
“You’re late,” Valeriy says dryly.
It’s the first thing he’s said since opening the door to your green room. There’s still a light dusting of snow in his hair and his nose is red from how quickly he’s rushed in to grab you.
“Mitya isn't in a rush, Sergeant,” you remind softly, giving him a sweet smile before turning back to your vanity mirror and applying a touch more glitter to your eyelids. “It’d be unbecoming for me to show up without putting in effort, wouldn't it?”
He sighs, and the floor groans with him as he shifts his weight impatiently in the doorway. His body does betray a lot more than his expression ever does. “He is also behind schedule.”
Mitya is never in a rush. You both know this. But Valeriy pretends it isn't against every instinct he has to wait and lets you swipe on a rosy red lipgloss, and adjust your earrings and strands of hair until you glimmer like you’re ready for your next promotional shoot.
When you rise, smoothing out a new, sequined blouse Vodyanitsa gifted you, he lingers in the doorway before turning—his hand flexes against the timber before he turns and nods. “Mitya will only have twenty minutes to have lunch before he returns to work.”
“Oh, relax!” You laugh sweetly, falling into step with him (a difficult task, as you hurry your strides to match his steady march and large frame). “I wouldn't do anything to compromise our dear researcher’s schedule. We both care about our work dearly.”
Valeriy snorts. “And you wouldn't delay preparations for your performances, I’m sure.”
“Obviously,” you chirp, slowing a bit so he turns to face you. “Look at these heels—Odette recommended the shoemaker to me, they’re just darling… we’re trying something new for my next show so we have to pull out all the stops to make me look pretty.”
He hums, studying you. “It doesn't seem to be a hard task.”
Valeriy turns his gaze back towards your destination, but you swear you can see the hints of a smile forming. You're not usually one to fish for compliments—fans give you plenty of support and praise as is, not to mention your colleagues enthusiastic care. But you’d like to hear it from him, with a smile across his lips and an unguarded sincerity in his tone.
“Are you saying you find me beautiful, Major Valeriy?”
There's a long silence as he guides you into Podvorye restaurant, into a plush booth. Mitya isn't there, and you both know it isn't going to be long before he has to drag him back to you. “I ought to go grab Mitya now, so you two may have even a little time to speak.” His voice softens a little when he notices your shoulders slumping, and his gaze drifts slowly towards the pout forming on your lips. “The new color suits you. I like the warm red.”
When he turns on his heel, his posture is stiffer than normal, and his hand flexes restlessly against his thigh.
nyx do you think this is funny .
