#unfailedheart

the last time his hands were sweating this much, he was pacing inside a theater grander than anywhere he’d even been in his life, hoping that anya could convince the dowager empress that she was indeed her granddaughter, nerves frayed despite knowing she was who was being searched for. of course, that was followed by her shoving his chest and yelling at him for his dishonesty and then disrespecting her grandmother immediately after. dmitry was hoping tonight would go a little smoother than that. 

so he distracts himself from the burning sensation that radiated from the small box in his pocket by admiring anya as they strolled leisurely down her grandfather’s bridge, arm in arm. she looked radiant as always, eyes alight with wonder and hair carefully pulled from her face, oblivious to his lovesick gaze. 

they had traveled away from paris for a time, traveled and saw more of the world and what it had to offer, but had come back after a year’s time as promised to her nona ( as well as vlad and lily ). each had been overjoyed to see them, and dmitry had to admit he’d missed vlad greatly in their time apart. but now they had a quiet moment to themselves in the cooling parisian evening, the lights along the bridge being lit as stone passed under their feet, and he was soaking it in. the warm welcome they had received hadn’t thrown him, but the formality it was held with did. because while the couple had been in their own little bubble as they traveled, they were back where they started and he was reminded of her roots all over again. the feeling of inadequacy had captured his stomach and knotted it, and the thought of losing her to someone of a higher standing ( she could only go up from here, he reasons ) is almost too much to bear. so after days agonizing over it, and rambling to an amused vlad, he’d gone ahead and purchased a ring ( with lily’s help ), and planned to pop the question when he felt the time was right that night. it just-- hadn’t been the right time yet.

but he wasn’t supposed to force it,right?

if u want i can cap them and send u the caps at some point

he’s never been one people turn to for COMFORT, as he’d never been remotely good at comforting anyone, so when it finally happens dmitry is at a horrible loss. instincts had guided him through on the train, when the sound of a gunshot ricocheting through the train car had sent anya into near delusional hysterics. he’d coaxed her out of it, pressed for time and slightly shaken himself, in order to preserve their safety. not that it had really mattered for long, considering their need to escape the moving train only a handful of minutes later, but the concern that has washed over his features and stained his expression were a unfamiliar feeling on their own and he had yet to shake it.

they were camping out under a bridge ( something all three were familiar with ), their bikes parked nearby and tucked away so they wouldn’t get stolen, when a horrified SHRIEK pierced the air. dmitry, who had yet to fall asleep, not entirely comfortable sleeping somewhere he didn’t know like the back of his hand, gave a start. vlad continued to sleep-- the older man could sleep through just about anything ( despite arguing that dmitry was very much the same way if not worse ). pushing himself up in a heartbeat’s time, dmitry peered through the dark, easily tracing the anguished cry to the sleeping girl nearby. 

“--anya!”

stumbling over, he hastily put an hand on either of the young woman’s arms and shook her gently, hissing through clenched teeth. should anyone hear her, they’d be given away and could be arrested for staying the night here. they didn’t need that extra trouble. especially when the russian government could become involved and have them shipped back to become EXAMPLES of what happens when a good and loyal comrade goes rogue. 

meme    /    accepting until done.

-  war and peace    /    HÉLÈNE KURAGINA /    guessed by @classicpoise​, @raisedglass​, and @ethelo  -  hadestown    /    HERMES    /    guessed by @ethelo-  marvel-  a song of ice and fire-  hamilton    /    JOHN LAURENS    /    guessed by @raisedglass​ -  it’s always sunny in philadelphia    /    CHARLIE KELLY /    guessed by @raisedglass​ -  the pacific    /    BILL  ‘ HOOSIER ‘  SMITH    /    guessed by @punchit​ -  star wars-  check, please!    /    ‘ SHITTY ‘  KNIGHT    /    guessed by  @unfailedheart -  band of brothers    /    GEORGE LUZ    /    guessed by angie/anonymous

BONUS:

guess nicole’s fav characters !

YES AND UR LATE

r&h’s cinderella » ella ( guessed by @classicpoise )

fiddler on the roof » tzeitel ( guessed by @naaiivety )

bullets over broadway » ellen ( guessed by @unfailedheart )

house m.d »

an american in paris » adam hochberg ( guessed by @classicpoise )

side show » daisy hilton ( guessed by @classicpoise )

something rotten! » portia ( guessed by @vasilyevna )

a chorus line »

fiddler on the roof »

parks & rec » ben wyatt ( guessed by @skilledquill )

if dmitry had thought his false titanic ticket was ACTUALLY going to get him aboard the vessel the world was calling ‘the ship of dreams’, he’d have gotten a couple more made and SOLD them. but given the high possibility of being called out publicly for trying to pass a fake ticket off as real one, he hadn’t wanted to risk it. getting on the TITANIC himself was enough to satisfy. he’d be making much more money once he reached america anyways.

the ship itself was truly astounding, and even though dmitry had never been one to take time to admire architecture or anything of the sort, he was awed by its almost overwhelming air of refinement. it was classy and huge and everything the press had been buzzing about for months. granted, his third class ticket didn’t allow him access to any of the nicer features of the ship, but it gave him a place to live temporarily and passage to a better life. that was enough for him.

on his way to his room-- it was going to take him a while to navigate the maze of hallways and staircases the ship possessed to actually find his room --dmitry realized his shoelaces on his left show had loosened and fallen out of the bow he’d tied them into earlier. with a inconvenienced sigh, he bent down to fix it, his messenger bag resting on the floor beside him as he did so. he was so absorbed by the bow-making process that he had subconsciously tuned out the clamor around him. unfortunately, that resulted in bumping into someone as they attempted to pass by him when he popped up to continue navigating.

           ❝ this your first time away from home ? ❞

the other girl looked absolutely lost, and  alice felt kind of sorry for her -- partially because, even though alice looked pretty confident, she was absolutely terrified.