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He had been walking through the library, books in his arms as he hummed. He was thinking about that scarf again. Strange, it was. Where did it come from? Who did it come from? Why was he out in the forest? Of course, Natalya’s question brought curiosity but-Ivan gasped, a pounding from his head. He leaned against the shelf, hearing it groan and shake as he put his weight against it. The books in his arms dropped. He didn’t know what was going on! He nearly cried out again-Wait. He did know. He clutched his heart, breathing heavily against the bookcase. His eyes watered. He did not allow himself to catch his breath as he dashed out of the library, heavy hearted, one name echoing in his mind.‘Yao.’He did not allow his lack of breath to stop him. Ivan ran. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t. Not until he felt his fist banging on a door, heavily, urgently, desperately. The moment it opened, Ivan finally said what he had been keeping in him for the longest time.“Yao!” He cried out between tears. “Yao, I’m sorry!”

She had no idea what she was expecting. Natalia twirled a strand of her hair, sighing to herself as she came into the vicinity of the house. Her visions were never wrong but... She grimaced, realizing how she had lost her brother to someone else before she could properly convey her feelings. Of course he found someone else, the way she was being aloof and- No, that wasn't the point right now. Now, she just wanted to keep him safe. Natalia came up to the front door and reached out a hand, knocking three time before retracting her hand. She crossed her arms, staring at the door in wait.

She stared at the strange doll in her hand, staring at it. Someone had dropped it in her bag when she had been passing through the muggle area and now... “This is so strange...” She thought for a moment, holding it upside down to see it from a different angle. ask-darkchina

'He looks similar to my brother… Can he be like Kiku is to me…?'

{I can see them getting together to have unobtrusive company while they work on their art. There’s something comforting about sharing a mutual interest with someone, even if they don’t practice same type of art. Plus they could develop a deeper understanding of the other. Gradually opening up but not caring enough to push, so if one of them were to push to learn more they’d be aware it was genuine interest (which can be flattering). Overall I’m imagining a relaxed sort of acquaintance where one day they’ll blink and realize they’ve become surprisingly close friends.}

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Ivan: ...Happy New Year, Yao.

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