#dearbewildered

pierre, simply by chance, didn’t look into ruby’s eyes, choosing instead to continue staring at the ground as she approached him and pressed her lips to his cheek. he wasn’t really ever one to look people in the eyes when approached, unless they were one of his two closest friends, and even then, he always allowed them to dominate their interactions.

he did, however, blush rather BRILLIANTLY at the contact. he’d heard about ruby, of course, and he knew he ought to stay away, and he figured she probably had no genuine interest in him, but he couldn’t help feeling like perhaps it would be nice to feel worthy of somebody’s attention for once. his wife barely even noticed him anymore, and ladies were hardly tripping over themselves to fall for the awkward and bewildered count bezukhov.

“I, um. flattered,“ he stuttered, blinking down at his embarrassingly scuffed dress shoes. “MARRIED, I mean. I’m married. I have a, ah,“ an awkward gesture toward his wife, who was flirting rather obviously with some handsome young officer, “WIFE.“

“Flattered?” she echoed, smiling sweetly. Indeed, she had no true interest, but a generous man recently come into a great fortune was an easy target in the eyes of her master. But rather than simply going up and speaking to him, Massu would rather have Ruby do the work for him. So she giggled like an ingenue, and shook her head. “This is how we greet our friends in France, don’t you know?” 

It was not, at least among the aristocracy, but it was meant to tell him exactly the sort of person she was -- affectionate, physical, and sweet. Certainly not the seductress he might have heard of up until now. A few people did speak about how she would approach under the guise of a friend, but the tales were so conflicting that it seemed impossible to figure out which one was the truth.

GLEB YOU SLUT

       ❝   pierre  -  !   ❞   she  is  almost  breathless,  taken  aback  by  his  mere  presence.   since  his  marriage,  she  hasn’t  seen  him,  and  it  has  made  her  near   HOLLOW   inside.   

      brushing  her  skirts  forward,  marya  steps  in  place,  now  wary  of  embracing  him.   (  something  she  had  no  trouble  with   BEFORE   the  wedding.  )   the  gap  between  them  stays  the  same   -   establishing  the  distance  that  has  been  formed  with  the  addition  of.  countess  bezukhova.   oh,  how  another   COVETS   that  title.   folding  her  hands,  marya  composes  herself,  addressing  him  as  a  stiff  adversary  rather  than  an  old  friend.

     ❝   look  who  crawled  out  of  the  depths  of   HELL  -  !   ❞

phone contact meme ( not accepting ) // @dearbewildered

NAME: pierre kirillovich ( he has thought about changing it to just pierre, or even to petya in the marriage verse, but andrei does not care that much about these things, and ultimately doesn’t. )RINGTONE: ( standard phone vibration )PICTURE: