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In a laboratory, and there’s this knot slowly forming in the back of his throat Slightly tilted to the side as she studies him. She’s staring at him and there’s the shadow of a frown on her face, her head Silently as he takes his boots off, the only sound that of Buran drinking water Grandparents’ death, and she doesn’t tell. He doesn’t ask how she’s been holding up after her She says when she lets go of the dog’s collar, “but he’s never hurt anybody.ĭiscussion ends there. Nose, and then turns back toward his owner. Moment of contemplation, Buran takes a step forward, boops his thigh with his Wrinkled in preparation to snarl, but the aggression never comes. Y/N trying to drag him at least a step to the side, and stares at him, muzzle
He doesn’t move he simply stands there, with Great pride in her voice-barely moving from the spot he seems to have rooted I’m so happy you’re here, Shuhrat! It’s been forever! Come in, you’re soakingĪpartment proves to be quite the feat, with the dog- Buran, she says with Grinning, and the happiness so clear on her face makes her eyes squint. I couldn’t find a taxi, so I had to take a bus.”
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Run freely down his cheeks, but he knows how to keep himself in check now. If it wereĪnother time in his life, probably twenty years or so ago, he’d let the tears Gives her is just half there, and he’s painfully aware of it. To keep him from jumping through the threshold. “Sorry, thisīig baby just came back covered in mud from his walk and I was giving him aĮyes the big hound dog and for a moment, he wonders how on earth she’s managing Panting, trying to hold back a white and brown dog by its collar. Grumbling at an order it doesn’t want to take. However, right as he’sĪbout to truly turn around and start his descent, there’s commotion coming from And if it weren’t for the fact that theĪnniversary of his brother’s disappearance is coming up, he would crashĪt his parents’ place he’s missed them, after all. The doorbell for the third time now and he thinks that fuck it, maybe I Holding onto it but some part of him buried deep inside his brain makes himīelieve that everything’s going to shatter if he lets it drop. And truly, he doesn’t know why he’s still Has his duffel bag in one hand and an umbrella that decided to break at the Moscow five hours later than anticipated.Įnough, he’s almost considering turning on his heels and hopping down the fiveįlights of stairs that separate him from the chaos of the city out there. Then, problems with his flight, which have led to him landing in Has by now labeled as dickheads, thus turning them into people he won’tīe looking forward to hanging out with-not now, and surely not even any time Then, a fight with a couple of operators he doesn’t know that well but that he Probably be the best term, but Shuhrat doesn’t like to complain too much. First, a missionĪlmost gone wrong and that has left him battered and sore. More reason to sulk about the past shitty forty-eight hours. The fact that she picked up the call right before the third ring, he’d have one Thought he could love her was when everything else felt cold and distant. ✏️ Warnings: just what I hope is fluff (+ it’s almost midnight, I proofread this as best as I could, forgive any mistake pls) Alice, I hope your day will be better than yesterday, thank you for all the help 💛 I hope you’ll enjoy this as well :’) ✏️ A/N: I’m rusty af but there you go, someone please bring back the X times they thought they loved their person and the time they told them trope, thank you very much. (Inspired by the lovely who also provided prompts since I lack in the fluff department lol) ✏️ Summary: The five times he thought he loved her, and the one time he told her.
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