My Love

All she remembered before passing out a gunshot and a shout afterwards. Now waking, she refused to open her eyes before trying to muddle together the pieces of her surroundings. There was a stinging pain in her chest somewhere above her heart and in her arm, she felt sticky, and arms were wrapped around her as she moved in a swaying sort of motion. She was being carried by someone. Moving in the least bit caused her to groan softly; her head was spinning and she felt like vomiting. Nadya slowly opened her green eyes and blinked to try and clear them of fuzz.

 

"Mm...Iva...Ivan...?" She mumbled weakly as her sight cleared."Vanya...?"

 

Ivan stared dead-set forward; he was covered in blood. He didn't seem to acknowledge her and a deadly calm swirled around his persona. His light blue eyes were now a deep, dark blue that glared at the world and his jaw was set; his lips formed into a frown. Nadya glanced down at her chest, noticing it was was merely scratched and that her arm had been hastily bandaged to keep the bullet wound from bleeding much.

 

That's when Nadya realized that the blood on Ivan was not her's.

Author's Note

Present 2 for Dizzyspells for Christmas.

Joyeux Noel!

Reviews

[Dizzyspells]

Short, sweet, and chilling. I love little vignettes in this. It could be said that such a tiny bit can't have much of an impact due to the lack of setup and buildup, but I'd disagree--this is a slice of two known characters. It feels almost like an excerpt from a larger story, which is exactly fitting.

The story itself--Ivan was chilling here, I have to say. And your description of him spot-on. My god, that man creeps me out sometimes. ._. But it's exactly something he'd do, if I'm taking your implications here correctly. Overall, again I am biased, but again I enjoy it.