@klcusvonbulow

“Please don’t do this.”

Solveig’d been fairly well ignoring Klaus, but the please caught her attention. Match that with the genuine tone of his voice and her actions immediately paused as she turned to face him. He actually looked concerned, though it was hard to say if it was for her mental state or physical. Perhaps both. 

The punching bag in the gym hadn’t been cutting it for her. She’d need something more solid to hit, more concrete. So her attention had turned to the gym wall. Half a way to hurt herself, self inflicted punishment for her actions, and half because she was so numb to the world that physical pain was the only thing she could feel anymore.

She didn’t move or protest as he reached out, taking her hands to examine the knuckles. Everything he’d done the few days prior to care for the wounded skin she seemed to have undone in only a few punches. Bloodied and bruised, feeling was returning to her hands; sharp jabs of pain when he moved her fingers to check for serious damage. 

Wincing, she was quick to turn her face away from him. “I do not need a lecture or a scolding,” she snapped softly, cutting him off before he could do either. “They will heal and I will be fine, and you are neither my father nor my lover and therefore have no say in how I live my life, Klaus!” She was escalating now, more venom dripping into her tone as she spoke faster and louder; apparently having an argument with him in her imagination. “I will do what I please when I- Oh!”

She was cut off as Klaus used the hands he was still holding to pull her into him, arms wrapping firmly around her as he rested his head against hers. She didn’t fight him as he repeated himself in a soft whisper into her hair, “Please don’t do this”. For the second time in a week, she let Klaus see her cry.

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It was late, well past midnight. Halloween was over and it was officially November now, which meant that technically her fight with Matthias had been last month. Solveig grimaced at the thought, it made it sound like the eternity it had felt like. Lifting the bottle of whiskey she took a long swig. Still in the green velvet dress she’d word to the party she was curled into an alcove of the hallway staring out the window. Even after a night of pretending it hadn’t gotten easier and she doubted it ever would. Was this her life from now on? Doomed to spending her days with Katrien while her best friend couldn’t even stomach the sight of her. 

Taking another swig she was pulled back to reality by a voice she hadn’t heard in a while. Vaguely she remembered the princess as one of Matthias’ friends, though she didn’t seem to be in much better shape than Solveig was. Without a word she held the bottle out to the other, who took it and the seat beside the blonde. 

After passing the bottle back and forth silently for a few moments, Solveig finally spoke up. “That offer still stand?” she asked, not much stock put into the question. “The one about the meaningless sex,” she clarified. 

@klcusvonbulow

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

Cas couldn’t help the shit eating grin that spread over his features. After actually meeting Klaus, he’d found he wasn’t so bad. The prince would have been more into him if he was into men, but even that aside, he didn’t find he was bothered by the German trailing his sister constantly. There were certainly worse men in Russia for her to be spending so much time with. 

“Sorry, is the water going to melt you?” he joked back with a chuckle before jogging backwards to catch up with his sister in their stroll through the gardens. He couldn’t get a read on how she’d been feeling recently, but being out in the early snow of the season seemed to have her in a good mood. Opening his mouth he was about to say something when he felt a snowball connect with the back of his own head. 

Looking back he saw a very unassuming Klaus glancing to the side with the shade of a smirk on his lips. If anyone else had been around the three of them he might have been able to pull off the act. “So it’s on then?” he asked with a laugh, leaning down to pick up and compact some more snow. “Just remember, your people didn’t win either of the first two wars, and this one won’t be any different.” 

@sarikavari

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“Oh, clam down. It’s fine. Everything is fine,” Cas muttered back, though the waver in his voice betrayed some of his own lack of assurance. “It’s just...the polar bear challenge. ...in the Russian mountains...in November.” With nothing more than a swimsuit, boots, and a jacket, Cas glance wearily again at the lake in front of them. Was that ice starting to form around the edges? Without a doubt this had to be in the top ten of his most stupid decisions. 

Pulling the flask out of his jacket pocket he took a couple long swigs of the cinnamon whiskey before passing it to his cousin with a comment about how it’ll help keep her warm. It was a moment later that they both lost the shoes and jacket and she was handing the flask back. Tossing it to the side his hand suddenly darted out, grabbing her arm and tossing her into the water. She’d managed to grab him too though, and into the frigid water they tumbled together. 

Resurfacing with a gasp and shaking slightly Cas looked to his cousin. “Bad idea! Very fucking bad idea!”

@matthias-meijer

“I thought you were dead.”

“Not yet,” Sahir replied with a groan, eyes blinking open. He tried to look around, figure out where he was and what had happened, but a pain shot through his neck. Vaguely he thought he heard Matthias say something about lying still, but the woozy feeling and lack of mobility was quickly sending Sahir into a panic attack. Why the fuck was he in pain laying on his back outside?

Pressing his eyes closed he groaned again, but reminded himself to take deep breaths, recover his faculties, and regain what control he could over the situation. After a few moments he reopened his eyes, meeting a panicked look on his friend’s face once more. “Still not dead,” he muttered, though it did quite sound like the joke it was meant to be. 

With another few breaths the pain was subsiding and the prince was starting to remember what had lead him here. Something about a trip to the town, a mis-step on an icy patch, and a tumble into a ravine that had ended in his head colliding with a rock. Grimacing Sahir slowly pushed himself into a seated position with Matthias’ help. “Fuck me... Should probably think about some shoes with better traction..”

Touching the back of his head his hand came away clean. No blood, that was probably a good sign. Still, he was definitely going to need a hell of a lot of Motrin and a hot bath if he wanted any hope of recovering. 

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Solveig never allowed herself to get drunk in public, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t get very, very tipsy. Besides, with the way her life was going wrong these days, how could it possibly get any worse? Matthias wanted nothing to do with her and she was too spineless to look Katrien in the eye after putting the young princess in the middle of everything. So really, there was no one left in Russia she cared about so deeply, and no reason to continue giving a rat’s ass about any of it. 

Very cute, very tight, very short dress donned she’d basically drug Violet to The Lilac without so much as an explanation. Several hours later and a very crass Solveig had basically rubbed up against every attractive man in the building. She was trying to decide which one to take home, laughing about the merits of each with her friend, when a familiar face in a dimly lit booth caught her eye. 

Large booths with low lighting, perfect for comfort and privacy. That was one of the blonde’s favorite parts about the club. Striding over, and glad to see he was alone, Solveig pushed herself into the booth and onto his lap. He actually seemed surprised at the act, she noted, before quickly veiling his features. “What is a man like you doing in a place like this all by yourself?” she asked with a grin and a wink, sure he could smell the alcohol on her breath. “And what are you drinking?” 

He seemed amused by her, but he usually did, and Solveig was too far gone to care right now. One arm around his shoulders her hand played with his hair at the top of his neck. “You have such nice hair, Klaus. Ik wil er gewoon mijn vingers doorheen halen,” she cooed, the finger tips of her free hand dancing through the facial hair along his jaw. It only took another half a second though before she was distracted by the bowl of candy sitting in the middle of the table. 

Picking up a single M&M from the dish she set it on her tongue with a soft moan. “Neuk me, papa,” she muttered, she’d been too busy drinking to remember to put solids in her stomach and chocolate had been a major craving over the last couple days. “You want one?” she asked Klaus with a devilish grin,, having momentarily forgotten he was there. Picking out another, she placed it delicately on the end of her tongue. 

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Harvest festivals were one of Ausra’s favorite events to attend. They were always casual and full of people out and about enjoying themselves. Donning her favorite bagging sweater she’d been deeply engrossed in craving a cute cat face into a small pumpkin. Was it the best idea to plan to keep a rotting pumpkin in her bedroom? Probably not, but that wasn’t about to stop the Lithuanian princess. 

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Making her way around the scattered blankets on the ground Ausra was looking for somewhere to sit or someone to sit with. She was there early enough to to watch the spooky, but not terribly frightening, movies. She was easily startled  and had plans to not stay too late into the evening for the movies that would make falling asleep difficult. 

Spotting a somewhat familiar face sitting alone she made her way over before plopping down next to Vidar. “Hey,” she said brightly, not having spoken to him much since she’d heard he was in Russia. “Long time no see.” A few more words were exchanged before the movie started up and she settled in.