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Eliot was quick when Misha came in, their clothes were already being thrown in it, the Luxembourger mindful to pick some comforting pieces for the Russian; his favorite hoodie that the smaller man liked to steal away. In truth, the blond was panicked but when the accented voice comes in, he stills and joins the other on the bed. “Everything is going to be fine Misha..” He smiles, reassurance smoothing over his pale features, “If we have to we will bring her back here and get her the best care possible. She’s my family now too.” His voice stays soft as he smoothes his pam across Misha’s back; although something about his voice shakes Eliot to the core. “What is it, Schatz?”

Misha stays quiet for a long moment, staring down at his hands as he leans against the other a little. His mind was whirling as he tried not to think about his poor sister, he knew he had to go and see her but the thought of such a happy little girl being ill.. he shook his head, forcing the thoughts away as he took a deep breath. “Before we go.. you need to understand why I left my family.. why I left the country.. it’s not safe.” he mumbled running a hand down his face. 

“It’s dangerous to be gay there.. if one is open, especially gay men.. they end up missing and found in concentration camps.. or worse are never found at all. So I never.. was open about liking men, but eventually I got caught.. and my father.. he was angry. He was going to have me sent away, so I ran.. and it was your mother who found me and rescued me..I wouldn’t have gotten very far otherwise.” he mumbled softly. “I left knowing I was never going to see my family again because it would be a risk to my life..so going back now.. it’s dangerous.” he could feel the tears pouring down his cheeks. 

“B-but I.. I have to go if s-she..” he couldn’t even finished the sentence, as he turned to bury his head in Eliot’s chest and let out a sob. “I-I understand if you want to stay here.. because it’s too dangerous..but I have to...I have to go..” 

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Eliot froze in place at the sight of his mother crying and clinging to his boyfriend, only to feel his own tears well in his eyes.. But this time it was out of fear. Soon they ushered Misha inside and sat down as the Luxembourgish woman paced and gathered her thoughts. Even in times of great chaos Charlotte managed to stay as graceful as always. “It’s.. Mila.” She began before kneeling before the Russian boy to take his hands, “Your mother called us earlier and your sister is very.. gravely sick.” She stops to embrace the brunett again. Eliot couldn’t bare to look over at the pair, knowing damn good and well that his beloved sister was the entire world to his partner. “We will leave tonight..” He finally speaks up. “I will go get our suitcases ready..” Eliot voice shook as he leapt to his feet. “Mom, get the plane tickets bought..” With that, Eliot bounds up the steps to the bedroom to find a suit case large enough for both of their things.

He let himself be dragged inside and sat down, just waiting for whatever news to be said. Though when Charlotte actually spoke the words Misha felt like he had the wind knocked out of him. There was a ringing in his ears as he tried to process the information he had been given. He stared at the his own hands as the woman held onto them, trying to find something to say but nothing would come out when he opened his mouth. 

It wasn’t long before the other two were pulling away from him, he could hear them talking but he couldn’t quite make out the words, all he could hear was muffled sounds. It took another few moments before he was able to register that the other two were planning a trip home, oh god he would have to go home. But he knew he needed to, if Mila was sick then he needed to see her. 

He managed to make his way up to the bedroom, standing in the door way as he watched Eliot pack. He felt numb, but he knew they needed to go home despite the mixed feelings he had a bout it. “E-Eliot..” he called out to the other. He moved closer, sitting down on the bed as he tried to keep himself together. “Before we go.. I need to.. I need to tell you some things..” 

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Eliot’s hand smoothes Misha’s hair back and he smiles fondly down at the brunett. “I will love you more, I promise.” It was true, there was nothing that Misha could do to change that. The Luxembourger was utterly smitten with the small dancer and was more than willing to navigate life with him by his side. “Will you love me when I am an old fat man?” His nose scrunches up before slipping away and heading back to the house.

It was an unusual sight to have his mother’s car in the drive way this early ; more often then not she was at the studio harping on freshmen by now but as they come down the drive way, she emerges on the phone with tears rolling down her cheeks.  “Misha.”  Charlotte beckons before stepping off the porch to embrace him tightly, “Come inside, you’re going to need to sit down..”

“Of course i will, how could I not? there will be more of you to love.” he hummed softly. There was literally nothing that could ever make him want to leave Eliot’s side, he knew that he could weather whatever the universe might throw at him. He was content to walk alongside the other back up to the main house, rather eager to get out of the chilly air. 

Though at the sight of Charlotte’s car in the driveway had him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. It was definitely far too early for her to be home, and he couldn’t explain why but he got a rather sick feeling in his stomach even before she emerged from the home with tears pouring down her cheeks. 

He froze, letting the woman wrap her arms around him, not entirely sure what to make of it all. Though the sinking feeling only got worse as he managed a bit of a nod. “W-what’s going on? What happened?” 

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The sight of tears that well in Misha’s eyes cause a warmth to grow in Eliot’s chest. He knew that they were tears of sadness but simply an immense happiness that couldn’t be contained. Lately Eliot knew that feeling too, it was overwhelming but he understood. “Come on.. Lets get out of here..” Eliot holds out his hand for the other to take as he leads him out of the building.  Once outside Eliot stops and dusts the Russian boy off before taking his face between his hands, sinking into a soft kiss and unable to hold back his smile. “Ok.. That settles it..” Honey eyes glance back at the building. “We will make this old thing our home and grow old together.”

Misha let’s the other lead him out of the house, grateful that the other didn’t feel the need to call him out on his tears. Then again Eliot tended to be the most understanding and caring person he had ever met, and he had known for some time that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with the other, that was if Eliot would allow him to. 

Once outside he smiled softly, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist, content on having Eliot as close as possible. He melts into the kiss, his slipping close as he let’s the world fall away and for the briefest of moments the only thing that mattered was the two of them. “Perfect.” he agrees softly, finding himself rather excited at the prospect of such a bright future. “You promise to love me when i’m old and wrinkly, my family doesn’t age well.” he teased softly, giggling a bit. 

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Eliot lets out a loud laugh. “I am terrified of this place…But..” He shrugs, “I don’t think I have to be..” Gingerly he wipes the webs off of him, smiling broadly at the other before taking him by the hand to lead him deeper into the building. In the back there was what seemed to vats of unopened wine, recipe cards, and other randoms scattered about the room. Through dusky windows, the vastness of the vineyard became clear, stretching on for at least 3 acres. “We could have a life here too.. There are bedrooms upstairs.” Even if it was foolish of the blond, he scaled the rotting staircase before the other arrived. “Enough for a whole family.. If you ever wanted to have a family with me.”

Misha had to admit it was quite endearing to see Eliot conquer his fear. He lets himself be lead through the building, making sure to watch his step so he didn’t accidentally find a loose floorboard and twist his ankle. There was a part of him that really wondered why the place had been left to rot, it almost seemed as if everyone just packed up and left one day without taking any of their things. He stared out the window, admiring all the acres of land, it really was quite a breathtaking sight. 

His attention snapped back to Eliot as he spoke, blinking a bit as he process the words. “We could definitely do that..” the idea of settling down and living in a place like this? a home that they create together.. well it sounded magical. At the mention of having a family though, Misha stared up at him, his heart pounding in his chest. “Y-yes.. I would... I would love that..” just the thought of having a family again.. one all his own, that wouldn’t cast him out? The thought alone was enough to bring him to tears, though he quickly went about wiping them away. 

“Ah.. dust in my eye..” he mumbled, bumping his glasses up a bit as he rubbed the tears away. 

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It was a personal accomplishment to come here alone. Eliot had made it no secret that the place terrified him but during the day it was less sinister and well.. more just, sad. It was empty but surely it once held memories of events passed.  

When the voice beckons, Eliot emerges from one of the back rooms covered in cob webs and looking as bright eyed as ever. “Misha!” His voice beams, “I want to get married here.” The decision was made and the blond looks more than determined as he steps over old broken tables to get to his lover. “After we buy this joint.. and renovate it.” He stops for a moment before letting out a loud sneeze from all of the dust. “ahhhh….” Sniffs, “What do you think?” 

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face when Eliot’s head came poking out from one of the back rooms. Honestly the sight of the blonde covered in cobwebs was down right adorable. Though he raised an eyebrow at the very out of nowhere statement, it had definitely caught him off guard. “Really? I thought you were terrified of this place?” 

“Are we doing the renovating ourselves or are you going to hire someone to do it?” He had done some repairs growing up, his father teaching him a number of random skills in an attempt to make him more manly, but he wasn’t entirely sure if he could manage to make a place this fare gone decent again. He glanced around before turning his attention back to Eliot. 

“It sounds perfect, I’ve always wanted to have ghosts at my wedding.” 

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[ The night as come and gone and when Misha wakes up, Eliot is gone. No, of course he is.. He's off investigating the damn *haunted* winery in broad daylight again ]

It was hardly the first time Misha had woken up and Eliot was already dressed and gone, though it always did make him sigh and pout just a little bit. He much preferred to have lazy mornings filled with kisses rather than cold sheets. He drug himself out of bed and found a pair of leggings, as well as one of Eliot’s hoodies. With a yawn he began to search for the other, half expecting to find him the kitchen. 

It was a maid who had told him that Eliot had been seen heading towards the winery, and with a groan he began to make his way out there himself. It didn’t take all that long to get there, the path much easier to walk in broad daylight. he sighed as he stood at the doorway of the place, glancing around hoping to spot the tall blond. 

“Eliot! You better not be flirting with any ghosts!” he called out figuring it would be easier than attempting to search for the man. 

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“I changed my major.” Slips him the paper, “To dance.”

“W-what? Really?!” He blinked, looking over the paper with the brightest smile as he looked back up at Eliot. “This is amazing!” 

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Misha... I did something drastic.

“Oh yeah? What kind of drastic?” 

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“I thought you would agree.” The blond huffs before scooping up the other and cradling him against his chest. “But first.. I want to know why you looked so disappointed.” Plops the brunet down on the couch before Eliot slowly starts burying him in blankets.

Misha let himself be scooped up, not minding at all that the other carried him off to the couch. At the question he let out a soft hum as he laid back and let himself be buried in blanket after blanket. “Oh, I thought you meant like actual rings.. and i just really liked the idea, so it was a little disappointing to hear you meant something else entirely is all.” 

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“It’s not really so much of a kink as much as it is just you complaining about my stamina.” There’s a whine but Eliot holds the small brunet close. His voice hikes up a few octaves in a teasing mock, “Eliiiiot already!? We barely started..” He pouts. “it’s not my fault you know what you’re doing up there.”

He couldn’t help the fit of giggles that burst forth, his grip on the other tightening just a little bit. He managed to silence the giggles and lean forward to kiss the other’s pout away. “I’m sorry, i’m a needy little thing aren’t I? I can’t help it.” he hummed softly, reaching a hand up to run it through golden locks. “We can give it a try if you like.” 

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“W-Would you wear it.. If I asked you improperly?” No.. Eliot don’t do this right now his subconscious begs as he pulls Misha close and smoothes his hand to Misha’s belt; yanking it right off. “Cock rings.” saved.

The slightest pout spread across his features as realization set in on just what kind of rings Eliot was talking about. Though after a few seconds the pout melted away to a smirk as he looked up at Eliot as he wrapped his arms around his neck. “Cock rings huh? Well aren’t you kinky.” 

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“What… What if …. We could get matching rings instead.. Misha.”

“...M-matching rings?..” he repeated softly, a smile spreading across his face in a heart beat. “Yeah! I like the sound of that.” 

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“Can earlobes even be cute? Thats up for debate.” But he will reach up and squeeze his. “You have yours done.. Does it hurt?”

“It hurts for a couple of seconds, not too bad.. it’s a lot like getting a shot.” he mused softly. “If you do decide to do it, we could get matching ones.” 

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“Maybe I should.. Change my look.. Get an earring or something edgy..”

“And risk scaring those cute little earlobes of yours?” 

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“Only twice today.” Eliot muses as he led into his little home away from home. Inside was nice and toasty , surprisingly homey considering it was so small. Perhaps it was the company or the start of their own little family. Regardless, when he enters he takes off his jacket and shoes. “what do you think for a name?”

Misha smiled softly and rolled his eyes, he didn’t care if he repeated himself a million and one times in a day, he really did have the best boyfriend. Misha moves over to the couch, carefully plopping down and humming softly as he tried to think of a name. “How about... Illya.” 

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@dovolnoroza MISHA HELP!!! [ HE’S SCREAMING FROM THE SMALL APARTMENT BEDROOM.] MISHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He had been in the kitchen attempting get a snack when he heard the other scream, and he immediately dropped what he was doing to run into the bedroom. “What?! What is it?!?” he asked standing in the doorway panting, trying to figure out what had scared Eliot so bad.