#kcstyv

“ i almost rescheduled this catch up a second time. ”  she had said she wouldn’t do this and yet here she is. “ i’ve been caught up to speed on a few things. you’ve been busy. ”   [ @kcstyv​ ]

kostya had finished with his opening niceties, once the meeting room had filled, with nadya, impassive aside from handshakes and nods. now she will get straight to the point.  ❛   lenya and katya are safe.  ❜   green eyes pierce two pairs of ice blues, one after the other.   ❛    the french have delivered their threat, like we expected. they are garnering support.   ❜   we, meaning the two of them in the room, a natural outcome of pinning it on the french princess, but this hardly matters.  ❛   inclusive of leonid soletsky. which is admittedly, surprising,  ❜   it is not surprising, it is illuminating, and a little ironic. leonid soletsky is either a cold human being with no regard for the child of family, or levente croÿ had kept his bastard child secret from his cousins.  /.  @lcvcntc​ , @fannicroy​ , @kcstyv​

❝   i can’t believe this  !   an actual miracle has occurred.   ❞     even with the music playing in the  background, lesya’s words ring clear in the air. how unfortunate would it be if they did not — after all, they, and the click of her heels against the floor, are the only warnings her uncle receives of her arrival.     ❝   stay still. i want to cherish this moment.   ❞     is this bossy of her  ?   yes. does she care  ?   no. with a grin that reveals her perfect row of pearly whites and radiates genuine excitement, lesya steps in front of konstantin. her  assessing  gaze  observes  him, from head to toe,  before  she  lifts  her  eyes  back  up  to  meet  his.    ❝   i knew wearing heels would be worth it  !   i can finally talk to you without having to tilt my head.   ❞            // @kcstyv​.

❛  and then ! i panicked okay ? i panicked, and now fanni croÿ, knows i play the fucking harp. don’t laugh !  if she tells one SINGLE person, you’re dead. i am burning both of those chairs !  ❜  it’s what he gets for tindering girls, or whatever he was doing at the worst possible moment.  /. @kcstyv​

he is so tall,   her gaze still flutters over him appreciatively,  tongue between teeth, hiding her amusement.  “ konstantin romanov, safe and in one piece. ”  if a bullet had been aimed his way, she feels like it would bounce right off, just the same way words roll off his back so easily.  “ have a mai tai with me. ” it’s not vodka, they’re not in europe, besides in this kind of weather it’s hardly the smart choice.    [ @kcstyv​ ]

she steps up to him, busying herself with the kink in his collar and bow.  ❛  so who’s the latest target? of irina’s i mean. for you ?  ❜   //.  @kcstyv​

the villa is special in its design, it appears to be suspended over the ocean. it’s got floor to ceiling glass windows, and an infinity pool. the interior is open, and very spacious. each of their rooms has a private study which neither uses when the other one is in because they prefer to be together in the middle of organised chaos in the living room. not pictured is a very enviable bar selection, the kitchen island & nadya’s guitar which she has finally been reunited with since her arrival in oslo a year ago.

brows arch in attempt to subdue outward amusement.   ❛   were you trying to be smooth back there ? i could’ve sworn you were using that voice. kostya who knew you’d be an old habit.  ❜  it’s as much affection as he can expect from her arrival, bags still in her hands.  //.  @kcstyv