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Papers please characters morning and bedtime routines headcannons

Calensk: 

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- Early to rise, between 4-5am. Doesn't linger in bed too much.

- Half of the time, kisses his wife on the head, before stepping out of bed.

- Spends little time to refresh himself in the bathroom. Running a comb through his hair and beard. Splashing some water on face. Brushing teeth.

- Makes himself and his wife a quick breakfast.

- Takes out lunch of the fridge, for work. His wife made it for him the day before.

- And he is off to work.

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- Early to bed too. He has a pretty strict routine due to his time in the army (however short it was). After 8pm, if he hits the pillow, he immediately falls asleep. 

- Rarely dreams.

- Before bed, he always showers. The nature of his jobs usually leaves him sweaty, so it's a must. Showers with cold water for the sake of his wife (and his kids, in the past). When his wife is out of the house though, he also enjoys some boiling level hot water.

- Overall both his routines come down to essentials, no fancy stuff. He'd rather spend that time on something more important.

Sergiu: 

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- Life as a soldier screwed up his internal clock badly.

- Wakes up at 5am sharp. Tries to linger in bed sometimes, to try to tell his brain that it's ok,  to sleep in longer now. Doesn't really work that well…

- Also basic essentials in the bathroom. Showers in the morning, as well as in the evening. Doesn't mind whether the water is warm or cold.

- He doesn't eat breakfast in the morning. Used to eating the first meal of the day, only around 10-11am, so he just packs himself some lunch to work.

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- Writes letters to Elisa, in the evenings. He isn't much of a romantic poet, but he tries his best to put down on paper, how much he loves and misses her. Also writes about his week and includes some cash to help her out a bit.

- Rarely, he will include a dry, compressed in a book flower, to the letter.

- Then he is off to have a quick meal, before bed.

- Shower, brushing teeth, nothing special.

- And he is off to bed. Hopefully to fall asleep quickly and not spend a few hours, laying in bed anxious, with a big hole in his chest, unable to sleep.

- His dreams are a mixed bag, usually filled with nightmares.

Sergiu and Elisa: 

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- Sergiu still wakes up early, but this time he has an excellent excuse to stay longer in bed. Cuddling with Elisa really helps his sleeping problems.

- Long showers together. Maybe a bit shorter in the morning, but in the evening… (..ofgjgj the water bill…)

- Sometimes Sergiu will brush Elisa's hair and vice versa.

- They make their breakfasts together. Lovey lovey, casually flirting while doing so. Sergiu slowly starts adjusting his eating times, so he can spend more time with her.

- Kiss goodbye before going to work. 

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- Making a quick meal before bed is just as fun for these two, as in the morning.

- Showering together part 2.

- Elisa likes reading books before bed, so she just lays in bed and uses Sergiu's chest as her pillow. He loves it, finally having filled the hole in chest. He just looks at her and combs her hair with his fingers, satisfied.

- Sometimes instead of reading, they will talk about anything and everything.

- And after that, it's just all cuddles and kisses. They end up falling asleep tangled together.

- They help each other ease their nightmares. Elisa's soft kisses taking away Sergiu's tears. Sergiu's tight hugs, and soft whispered reassurances, calming Elisa.

Inspector: 

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- He wakes up pretty easily with the sun, but he needs his alarm clock to ring, to drag him out

-Alarm rings.

- Wakes up.

- Groggy.

- Kiss wife good morning.

- Cuddle wife, go back to sleep…

- 2nd alarm

- There is no arguing with that.

- Mostly also just essentials in the morning. Though he prefers to shower before the day starts. Also spends some time washing his beard, he hates when it's dirty or uncombed.

- When walking out, passes his wife, who already made breakfast.

- Kiss wife thanks.

- Eats breakfast with the rest of the family, grabs lunch for work and he is out.

- Sometimes when he has time, will walk his kids to school.

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- Before going to bed, hugs kids goodnight. Maybe read or make up some bedtime story for them, if not too tired.

- Bathroom routine shorter than in the morning. Brush teeth, splash water in face and that's all.

- Rarely, he will read one of his books before bed.

- Cuddle wife, cuddle wife, cuddle wife. Kiss her goodnight.

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Papers please characters love languages

Inspector:

Gift-Giving. No matter his financial situation, he can't help it. Loves the joy of others getting gifts from him, loves searching for a good present or the process of making it. Even after their wedding the Inspector still gives lil gifts to his wife, without an occasion. Also gives little gifts to his friends. He doesn't want to spare any expense, when it comes to birthday gifts.

Physical touch. Just really loves all kinds of touch - hugs, kisses, holding hands, cuddling, sitting close together... No matter if it's platonic or romantic. When he feels comfortable (and others do too), he likes to hug his friends. Loves big family hugs. Isn’t big on pda, but when home he just showers his wife in affection.

Sergiu:

Words of affirmation. Loves to say sweet nothings to Elisa, to compliment her openly or quietly in bed when they are cuddled up together, always and whenever. If he didn't say “I love you” to Elisa at least 20 times a day, it's an impostor. Is also very open to compliment and praise his friends or kids.

Physical touch. If he didn't hug Elisa at least 20 times a day, it's an impostor. Hugs mean so much to this man, he will hold long and tight. And loves to leave lil kisses throughout the day on his lover. If Elisa puts her head on his lap, this man is melting. Sometimes he gives gentle massages to her, especially during her pregnancy.

Calensk:

Acts of service and Quality time. Will get out of his way to run errands and help around people he loves. Loves to just spend time with people, whether it's a walk in a park, a talk over coffee, a smoke break with a co-worker or helping with dinner. Sometimes people find it hard to notice his love, since it's not so obvious, like with physical touch or gift giving, but if you notice it, it's so special. If he spends time out of work with someone willingly, it's a big sign that he likes and values that person. He is just a simple man, showing affection in a simple way.

Elisa:

Quality time. Loves to spend time with people she loves. Likes to put her head on Sergiu's lap or cuddle up to him and listen to him, or talk herself. They can easily spend hours like that. Likes long walks and coffee/tea talks. (She befriended the Inspector, by long talks about life and books, over coffee and tea.)

Physical touch. Get this woman with Sergiu and they are glued to each other for the next few hours. Loves to take warm showers/baths with him. Likes when he fixes her hair in little ways. They both love to put their faces in their lover's hands and stay like that. Absolutely loves it when it's cold and Sergiu embraces her or lets her snuggle into his coat.

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Kissing hc:

Inspector - He is up for anything - tame, deep, passionate, soft. He can be quite experimental, if his partner lets him. He wants to know what fits them best. As for himself, it depends on his mood. When he was younger he liked deep, passionate and needy, aching for touch and affection. Nowadays he is more tame, soft kisses are the usual. Though every now and again, he likes to turn them quite sensual.

Calensk - A very soft kisser. He tastes bitter, like a fine coffee. And he should be treated as such. Soft, every now and again pecks. His taste is to be savored. Though if you need a fine swig of coffee to down your worries, he got you covered too.

Sergiu - A needy kisser. This man needs some love fr. He aches for affection. He will start by quick and sweet pecks on neck, or jawline and move up. Start nibbling at the bottom lip asking for access. Then he will explore the mouth slowly, making sure to savor the moment. He likes soft kisses too, but its when he is able to connect with his lover that he feels the happiest. Also loves to kiss all over the body.

Elisa - She likes soft kisses, but it's the dominant and passionate kisses where she feels the best. Sucking and soft biting. Grabbing the hair and tilting her partner's head for better access. Her kisses leave breathless, but you wouldn't know that unless you were deep, in the embrace of privacy.

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Sergiu and Elisa cuddling hc:

Sergiu's cuddles are so soft. He's very clingy, likes to sometimes just pull Elisa into a hug randomly and then pull her toward the bed or couch. She usually starts giggling at the sensation and it infects Sergiu, so they end up in a giggling fit, tangled together.

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How Sergiu's friends help him through panic attacks

Elisa:

She herself, had many panic attacks before, of similar nature. Sergiu was always there for her, to helping her through them. It's only natural that she helps him through his.

So whenever he's down, on his knees, clutching his chest, breathing hard. She is right by him.

He tries to play it off, put on a smile. But his eyes are unfocused and hands are clutching his chest, trembling. Always trying to be strong, for himself and her.

But this is not how their relationship ever worked.

She kneels down to his level. Holds his head and sets her forehead against his. She gently hushes him and hums a tune, for him to hold onto.

Carefully wipes the tears away from his eyes. Whispers to him and kisses on the forehead.

She unravels his arms and hugs him tight, slowly petting his back and letting him cry it all out.

After the attack, they spend a good amount of time just cuddling or Elisa reads him one of her books, so he has something to hold onto mentally too.

Calensk:

Isn't unfamiliar with other comrades around him falling to panic. The war did his fellow soldiers, now fellow guards, truly dirty.

As for himself. Well, he never lets it show.

So when he finds Sergiu one day in a familiar position, his heart is touched.

He squats next to him, puts his hand on Sergiu's back, rubbing circles. With his other hand, slowly takes one of Sergiu's hands and squeezes it in a rhythm.

“In one two, in two three…” he lets Sergiu ground himself in his voice.

If he has some, he shares some of his tea or coffee.

After the first attack, he becomes more observant of Sergiu's body language and tries to catch the signs before the attack happens. He does his best to then take him to a quieter place, to calm down.

Inspector:

Panic attacks are not something he is very familiar with, but he is quite observant of people around him. He is able to pick up on Sergiu's distress fast and take him somewhere isolated.

He waits to see how it develops. When tears start streaming down his face and hands uncontrollably shaking, he panics a bit.

He takes his hands and starts to caress them. He tries to talk him down in a soft tone.

When Sergiu starts distressing more, he digs with his fingernails into Inspector's hands. Inspector doesn't mind and continues.

It's awkward, but little by little Sergiu calms down. They sit and stay like that for a while.

Sergiu gets hit with a wave of guilt about hurting the Inspector.

And the Inspector feels bad, about not being able to help better. After that he goes to Elisa and Calensk, to get guidance on how to help Segiu,  through his attacks.

After that he gets better and is able to improve in helping his friend.

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Sergiu/Elisa headcanons

The day they got reunited, neither of them could stop smiling, for the rest of the day (except for a brief terrorist attack).

Most lovey dovey plp in East Grestin, if not the whole Ariztocka.

They can't get officially married. There is a possibility, with Elisa not having all her papers and being illegally let in the country, that if they tried, she could get deported.

They would love to have a wedding, though.

Didn't stop them from consuming their love. Both of them felt the fear, anxiety of war and the separation, and now they have you live once to the fullest, mindset. 

They borrow each other's clothes a lot. It makes them feel better and safer, when separate at work.

Good morning and goodbye before work kisses are a must with these two. On the nose, cheek, forehead, top of the head…

Sergiu is protective of Elisa, but that doesn't mean anything, when she is fully capable of throwing a punch herself and it's Sergiu that ends up having to take her off of someone.

Segiu loves whispering sweet nothings to Elisa and combing her hair with his fingers.

Lots of hugs and cuddling with these two. At home, outside, they are too in love with each other to care if other people are watching.

Sergiu is ticklish and Elisa is ready to fully exploit that :3

For a long while after Elisa gets into Arstotzka, Sergiu gives her the tightest and longest hugs any chance he can get.

He just missed, and longed, and worried and feared for her for so long. He just can't believe she is in his arms again and needs a long while to be satisfied.

Sergiu loves to listen to Elisa's voice. Whenever he hears her, it helps to cure any bad mood he might have.

Sergiu's favorite places to kiss Elisa: back of the neck, lips, cheek, hand, hair.

Elisa's favorite places to kiss Sergiu: cheeks, forehead, chest, lips.

Sergiu once made Elisa a flower crown, with the flowers he grew in the pots in their apartment.

Sergiu likes to bring random gifts for Elisa, under “this reminded me of you”.

When Elisa gets pregnant, Sergiu is just all over the place from happiness.

He might have almost passed out when he heard the news. Then tackled Elisa into the longest hug they ever had.

After their first child is born, he cries so much from happiness.

Probably also passed out during birth.

Elisa was 10x times more headstrong and much more composed during the whole ordeal, while her partner was all over the place. (It's ok he is just so excited.)

Their whole relationship is kinda like that - Elisa composed, very matter of fact, while Sergiu gets carried so easily by emotions.

Though Sergiu still had to make sure,  she didn't strain herself after labor and helped with everything, so that she could safely recover.

They balance each other.

The newborn would be all Segiu can think and talk about, to anyone and everyone.

Inspector and Calensk are happy to hear it and are happy to give advice

Sergiu was so proud to present his kid to them, like “look I made this, isn't it the most perfect thing in the world <3”.

First one is a boy and Elisa was very adamant about naming him the same as the Inspector. The Inspector was in absolute dismay, pleading with them, but Sergiu was like “can't help you mate, next time though for sure it's gonna be different”. Elisa just really liked the name. Before coming to Ariztocka she was unsure for the longest time, but after hearing Inspector's name, this one surprisingly grew on her.

Sergiu would be so involved as a father, but not possessive and glady gives Elisa their child when she wants. Elisa doesnt mind and is glad for the help and having such a doting father for her kid.

Sergiu at first is a bit of a helicopter parent being so worried for the child's wellbeing, but after a while and persuasion from Elisa and his friends, he lets the kid breathe a little.

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Sergiu making breakfast for Elisa:

It was their 2nd day together. She just came from Kolechia yesterday and now she was sleeping soundly, in Sergiu's arms. He couldn't sleep for most of the night. Just wanting to hold her tight, being scared that if he would let go, if he closed his eyes, it would turn out to be all a dream and he will be alone again.

Elisa was curled up on Sergiu's chest. He was just laying there, softly petting her hair, deep in his thoughts. A though emerges in his mind and he decides that it would be nice, to surprise her with a breakfast.

He carefully pulled her to the side. He made sure she was still sound asleep, put a small kiss on her forehead and covered her up with a blanket. He quietly got out of the bedroom and made his way into the kitchen.

There wasn't much to make breakfast with. Sergiu sighed resigned. He took some bread, margarine, lard and started to make some sandwiches.

He thought that with this scanty dish, it's not tas much of a romantic gesture, as he might have thought. It's better than they have it in Kolechia for sure, but its not the bourgeoisie, she probably hoped for. He started to doubt himself. Whether he will be able to satisfy and provide for Elisa. Whether she will be truly happy here with him. Whether their love-

He felt a pair of arms, lazily wrapping around his torso. A faint hint of lips on the back of his neck.

Elisa nested her head in the crook of his neck. “Making breakfast so early and all by yourself? Why so early and no morning cuddles…?”

Sergiu puts his work down and turns around to embrace her. “I was just so excited you are here. I couldn't rest. Wanted to make some breakfast for both of us.” He kisses her lightly on the head. “Well then…” She spins around, takes the bread and puts it in her mouth. “We can sit down and cuddle together, and you can tell me more about living here. And maybe after that, I could get you to sleep some more.” She says with a sigh and looks at the clock. It was nearing 4am. Sergiu's face gets a little red. Elisa tugs at his arms and leads them to the bedroom.

They spend the next hour just chatting about everything, until Elisa gets sleepy enough and falls asleep on Sergiu again. He embraces and spoons her. He focuses his mind on her. Doesn't let his thoughts wander. And he eventually drifts to sleep, with a small smile on his face.

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Elisa headcanons:

Headstrong and composed.

Loves to read books and working in a garden.

Likes to read murder mystery novels. She likes to talk about them with the Inspector. Surprisingly, even tho they like completely different genres, they find a lot in common to talk about and sometimes are able to convince each other to read their favorite books.

Would also like to have an intelligent dog or a stray, at some point.

Has some knowledge and experience in medicine and healthcare.

Likes the rain a lot, whether to listen to it in the apartment or to take a walk in.

Inspector & Calensk & Sergiu hanging out headcanons:

They rarely go out drinking. Everyone has too much trauma, for alcohol, to just blow around. Though they might sometimes try it on special occasions. They prefer to drink in their own/family company, better than in a bar.

Calensk is usually the one to have to take care of the others, by the end of it. He has a pretty high alcohol tolerance.

Sergiu is giggling, hiccuping and talking a lot. Bruh is wasted after like 4 glasses, gets so red in the face. If Elisa is anywhere close when that happens, he glues himself to her. Slurred love confessions and compliments.

After alcohol Inspector gets very clingy, slurring over his words. Silly pickup lines and complaints at his friends.

Inspector is always the one with the worst hangover in the morning.

They sometimes play sports together, when it's warm enough. Sometimes it's just them three, and sometimes their kids join to play.

They like to talk about their kids with each other. Calensk was someone who the Inspector turned to, from time to time, for parenting advice. Though for Calensk, the topic of his sons is a bit sore for him, he still wants to help. When Sergiu entered the game, he just listened to them and listened, absorbed information. Once he gets his own, he takes up all of the conversation. Others don't mind, though the Inspector doesn't really feel good enough to give parenting advice. 

Inspector and Sergiu let their kids play together and it makes them so happy to see them get along.

A few years after the events of the game, they all decide to take a big family photo together.

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It was a late evening in East Grestin. The local couple, sleepy, laid in their shared bed. Elisa was reading a book, her eyes lazily moved across the pages, bearly registering what was on them. Sergiu made as her pillow.

A tap against the window glass. It was dark outside. A soft warm light, illuminated the bed, from a small bedside lamp. It gave both lovers a soft glow that danced along their skin and clothes. Only the sounds of calm breathing were there to break, a quite pleasant silence. Sergiu was hypnotized by the movement of Elisa's rising and falling chest. He watched her through half lidded eyes.

Tap tap tap lazily against the window. It was time to go to sleep. Elisa stretched her arms, book still in hand. Then she rolled on Sergiu to put the book on the bed stand and turn off the light. Sergiu snuggled her into being the small spoon. A quick exchange of kisses and off to sleep…

The tapping of rain on the window turned heavy and rapid. Gallons of water started pouring down on the city. The couple was unfazed, every sound in their minds now blurry and mixing, until-

A loud bang and a tremble rolls through the nearby apartments. It shakes them wide awake. Sergiu could feel Elisa jump a little and curl up, in his arms. Flashes of light illuminated the room, turning shadows into crooked shapes, moving quickly across the walls. Water droplets, like bullets, banged rapidly against the window and walls.

Sergiu closed his eyes and tightened his grip on Elisa. Elisa turned to him and nested her head, in the crook of his neck.

And they laid there like that for hours, unable to sleep. Counting in their minds the time between each lightning strike. Holding each other close, finding comfort in others arms.

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It’s gonna get worse, before it gets better (Papers Please fanfic)

Rated: T

Sergiu Volda & Calensk, Sergiu Volda & Calensk & Inspector (in bg)

A terrorist attack happens at the Grestin border checkpoint, Sergiu gets hurt and Calensk takes it upon himself to help his friend.

Warnings: Discriptions of blood and injury

Hurt/Comfort, Sick Fic (kinda), No Beta - We die like Sergiu when a terrorist attack, Developing Friendship

A03 link if you want to read it there

The cold barrel of the rifle is being held steadily, in Calensk's big hands. It's another slow winter day, at the border checkpoint. Line of immigration is moving lazily. The hollow voice of the Inspector, methodically breaks up the silence. A few detains here and there, nobody is putting up much of a fight today. The air is cold and clear. The sunlight is harsh, but not warm. It's starting to get late, ⅔ into his shift, soon they will be able to all go home. Calensk closes his eyes, lets them rest and tries to welcome, in his own way, the cold embrace of Arstotzkan winter.

After a few minutes, there is a stir in the line, uneasy steps and voices fill the air. Then quick and frantic taps of boots, against the concrete. Some gasps from the crowd. The terrorist speeds past Calensk, creating a small breeze and scales the border wall with ease.

Dammit, his pay. He hopes the detainment bonus will be enough to cover for it. Uneasy steps turn into panicked running. Calensk  opens his eyes. The line of immigrants is evacuating. His fellow guard is already retreating - not their side of the wall anymore. But he chooses to stay a little longer. He listens to the sounds of the commotion on the other side. Nothing, but frantic running and shots from the other guards. He waits for the Inspector to do his usual. “For Kolechia!” resounded against the concrete walls. A gunshot echoes in turn, from the Inspector's booth and a pained moan follows.

Explosion rumbles through the air on the ground. Pained moans multiply and Calensk can hear quick shuffling, mixed with swears from the booth, followed by a shrap door swing and sounds of running. Calensk starts to make his way toward it, an uneasy feeling creeping in. He steps through the still open checkpoint and starts running.

The tranq dart was accurate and made its way deep, in between the ribs of the terrorist. Effectively neutralizing the target in seconds, while not killing or doing any major damage. The guards weren't so lucky. The late shot didn't stop the grenade that was already flying through the air. Red stains decorate the post. A medium sized hole has been blown, before the guards and large rock chunks were sprinkled all around. 

All of the guards managed to back off far enough from the grenade, to still be clinging to life. The first one had pieces of debris lodged all over his leg. The middle one had been pushed back by the explosion, now he is lying on the ground, treated to grenade parts and sharp stones all over his body. And the last one - Sergiu, kneeling on the ground, clutching his right arm in pain. The Inspector is already tending to him.

Calensk runs up to them. “Calensk! Friend, don't worry, I didn't get hit hard. Pyotr is already helping me out.” Sergiu looks up at Calensk with a weak smile. His painfully trembling arm and panic in the Inspector's movement, contradict his words. Pyotr is muttering apologies for his slow reaction and gently wraps Sergiu's arm in his shawl. It's blood soaked by now. He turns to Calensk. “It's not good. He will have to be escorted to the hospital, with the rest of the guards.”

Sergiu objects at the idea. “What! No, it's fine, it's barely anything. I've lived through worse during the war.” Sergiu turns white, his voice weaker than before. “Sergiu, this is serious. Rocks and grenade parts are deep enough in your arm, to be piercing through your veins. If you were to remove them on your own, you might bleed out. And if you leave it like that, your whole arm can die. I also wouldn't be surprised if it got infected and after that, it'll be just a matter of time before it reaches your bloodstream.” Inspector tries his best to sound stern and commanding, but the mix of guilt and fear in his voice are unmistakable. Calensk can tell that he is exaggerating a little, but the amount of blood coming from Sergiu's arm, his pained expression and the injuries of the other guards, are enough of a sign that he needs immediate medical help.

But all this, does little to change Sergiu's mind. “I won't… I can't go. If I do… they will get me off this checkpoint. I will be assigned a new job, or in the best case, I'll be moved to a less busy checkpoint.” Sergiu's words are broken up by painful gasps for air. “I will be fine… I can take care of myself. I can take care of this wound, on my own. Nothing, some bandages, water and sleep won't fix.” He tries to stand up, but his legs quickly start wobbling and he almost falls to the ground. Inspector and Calensk quickly catch him, before he reaches the ground. Sergiu lets out a painful groan, but does his best to stand upright, with their help. He clings to Calensk's side.

“You can't be left alone, like this, to deal with it on your own. You can't address your wound properly, in this state. It won't heal right.” Calensk shifts a bit, to get a better grip on Sergiu. It causes his friend to slightly hiss in pain. “You need to get your wound cleaned by a doctor. You need to go to the hospital, Sergiu.” Sergiu is visibly in pain, but that doesn't stop his protests. “It's impossible, Calensk.” He's weak, but seems to get ready to put up a fight, if need be. If this argument goes for longer, he will inevitably tire himself and pass out. Calensk sighs, knowing his stubborn friend enough to tell that trying to argue more, will be futile. "Someone should go with you, to help. Do you have any bandages at your place?” Sergiu shifts a little and avoids eye contact with Calensk. “No… I hoped to get some, on my way home...”

The Inspector chimes in. “He can't go to his apartment. The Ministry of Information agent, will visit him in his apartment, for an interview about the attack today, if he doesn't go to the hospital with the others.” He looks over at the other guards.

“Won't that make him suspicious?” Calensk raises an eyebrow. At the same time, he almost never gets interviewed for terrorist attacks. Most of them happen on the other side of the wall. So he's not accustomed to after attack procedures.

“Not necessarily. The agents are used to those situations and if there is no one at home to open the door, they schedule the audit for the next day at work. Only after you don't show up to it either, do they start an investigation. The rules are stricter than this, but no agent wants to spend the rest of their day searching for someone, who - is, most likely, just at some bar getting too wasted to be answering any questions, when found.” The commotion on the other side starts to shift, they seem to be starting to get on with the transport of the guards. The supervisors start to take notice of the three.

“I see. Sergiu, you will go with me.” Calensk looks at Sergiu. “My apartment is close by and empty. My wife and kids went to visit my mother-in-law. I should have something at my place, to patch you up.” He said in a commanding tone. Sergiu was getting worse and worse, there was no point in drawing this out. Calensk trusted that his friend had a good reason to be so desperate. To stay at this checkpoint, wounded and sick.

The Inspector shoves 5 credits into Calensk's hand. “Should help cover the rent today. I might come around later, in the evening. My wife is sick, so I won't stay long, but I might be able to drop off something useful. I will try to get your supervisors off your back for now. And hey-” The Inspector lowers his voice. “take good care of him, ok?” Calensk takes the money, he will need it with today's cut pay. He could use an extra set of hands to help, but he nods along understandably. Sergiu stays silent, looking like he is going to pass out at any moment.

They split, Calensk and Sergiu go towards Calensk's apartment and the Inspector walks to the rest of the guards. The two friends slowly make their way to the apartment. It's close by, mere 2 streets from the checkpoint. But with Sergiu's dwindling health, it took a while. Calensk also lived on the 6th floor, so getting through the stairs was another hurdle on their way. Sergiu needed to catch a breath every two floors. Slowly, but surely they made their way up and got into Calensk's apartment.

It's small. No hall. You almost immediately walk into a room that's a fusion, between a living room and a kitchen. It's humble, just a sofa, table big enough for a family to eat together, and a bookshelf. On the kitchen side, a counter fused with a sink, some cabinets and a fridge. Deeper in, there are 3 doors leading presumably to a bathroom, bedroom and the kids bedroom.

Calensk helps Sergiu take off his rifle and the uniform, then does the same. He pulls two chairs from the table and puts them opposite to each other, next to the sink. He sits Sergiu down on one of them and takes a seat himself.

He gently, but decisively unwinds the flimsy, applied layer of shawl that substitutes for bandages. Finally getting to have a look at his friend's wound.

“Jesus Christ…” Calensk mumbles. He has definitely seen worse, in the years he served under the Arstotzkan government. But that doesn't compare. If the wound gets any worse, the consequences will be gruesome. Pieces of debris and the grenade are sticking out of Sergiu's mottled skin, inserted in deep. Blood was slowly dripping out of some tears, mixing with the dirt, creating smudges of brownish paint all over the arm. Some of it managed to dry into dark reddish-brown clumps of unnatural shapes. The whole gash was covered in dirt and pieces of concrete, after the fall. There wasn't any water on hand to clean it at the border. But now there was.

Calensk puts the bloodied arm under the tap and turns it on. Lukewarm water starts to swiftly make its way down the uneven path, taking chunks of blood and dirt with it. Sergiu hisses lightly at the sensation, but keeps his arm steadily under the flow. Water eventually brings some relief, but there is still a lot of work to be done. Sharp stone fragments still firmly in their place and some dirt, still stubbornly clings to his skin.

Calensk looks down at his hands, big and bulky, but most importantly incredibly dirty. Chunks of dirt and grime on the palms, some of Sergiu's blood and some cigarette residue under all of it. He feels that he is the last person that should carry out such a procedure…

But there is Sergiu, looking up at him. With trust and hope in his eyes. Calensk can see the fear and pain hidden deep within, but Sergiu puts his hopes in him and he was not going to leave him like that. He knows that the younger man, if left untreated, will probably end up trying to treat himself and end up infecting and opening his wounds even more.

So, he gingerly pushes his friend's arm to the side, to wash his hands. He does it with as much care and attention as he can, while also trying to not take too much time. He knows it’s not perfect, probably not even good. That it would take way more, to clean the cigarette traces off of his fingers. He wishes he had some clean gloves, but no luck. He puts Sergiu's arm back under the stream, goes to the nearest cabinet and grabs a bottle of ethyl alcohol. He pours it onto a kitchen cloth and wipes his hands clean. Then he goes to get a clean cloth and a pair of tweezers, runs them under the water and alcohol, lays them beside him and turns to his friend.

Calensk starts to work. He gently puts his hands on Sergiu's arm and slowly and methodically, scrubs any dirt the water didn't take care of yet. Even the slightest touch of Calensk fingers sends hot waves of pain through Sergiu's arm, but he does his best to keep it to himself. Once the skin is cleared, Calensk turns off the tap and lays Sergiu's arm on the counter. He wipes the wound with alcohol. To Sergiu, it feels like he is getting his arm, gradually roasted by a fire. To add to that, the sharp stones in his arm, no matter how delicate Calensk tries to be, dig deeper  and tear his skin. Calensk puts down the cloth and gets out the tweezers, but then immediately notices that half of the stone chunks are too big for them and he will have to use his hands again. He puts them aside and patiently, with as much care as he can, pulls out bits and pieces of debris and the grenade.

Sergiu bites his right fist to muffle the sounds of pain, he can't keep inside anymore. His vision starts going white, tears show themselves at the ends of his eyes and nausea starts to wreak his guts. His war deteriorated body and mind, are not what they used to be. He desperately tries to keep his clam and starts breathing heavily, desperately trying to stabilize himself.

Calensk stops and looks at Sergiu. He wants to say something, but he stops himself and immediately softens. “...Listen to me.” He puts his hand on the shoulder of his friend's healthy arm. “Focus on my voice. In one, in one two, in two three.” Calensk looks at him, patiently waiting. Sergiu's unfocused eyes and mind fail to catch his friend’s movement, but he manages to ground himself in his unusually soft voice. “...In one, in one two, in two three…” Voice weak and trembling like he was about to break into pieces. Slowly his vision comes back and the pain gives out a little. Calensk decided to pour him a cold glass of water, Sergiu slowly drank half of it. It helped with the nausea.

“Thank you my friend, I… my endurance is not the same as before.” Sergiu's eyes drift to the side, unable to face the judgmental look Calensk is probably giving him right now. Instead he gets a short response and an empathetic look. “I don't mind. War and Arstotzkan lifestyle took a toll on all of us. ..The thanks we get… .. Stupid terrorist. Just tell me when you need a break again.” Calensk's voice is back to normal. He's looking at his friend searching for any more signs of distress. “...I will keep that in mind. Thank you again, not everyone has as much patience when dealing with wounds and...” Sergiu gains a little courage to look at Calensk. His face is the same stone cold expression, he always carries and yet it feels a little softer now, a little more understanding. It gives Sergiu the courage and ease he needs. He releases a shaky breath.

Calensk resumes cleaning the wound. Picking out sharp, uneven rocks and grenade parts. Slow and tedious work, of digging out every speck of dirt from under the debris. Calensk, careful as before, does his best to not drag out the process. Sergiu lets himself catch a break, every few minutes. Calensk is always there, patiently waiting. Sergiu tries his best to break out the uncomfortable - in his mind - silence,  in those moments. But he gets more and more tired as time goes on and finds it harder and harder to speak. Calensk doesn't mind and always just silently listens or answers the best he can.

Time passes, the sun has hidden under the horizon a some time ago, but neither of the two men noticed. Finally, after a few hours of tireless work, it's done and Calensk is only left with going over Sergiu's wound, with alcohol, to make sure it won't get infected. Sergiu is too tired at this point to react to the burning sensation. His eyelids heavy, he still tries his best to stay conscious and help Calensk with what he can. 

Calensk after clearing the wound, stands up and looks around, searching for something to wrap the arm in. Unable to find a bandage and realizing it's far too late for any medicine shop to be open, he settles on tearing up a new shawl he bought recently for clean cloth.

“What… what, no don't use it on me…” Sergiu's weak protest, didn't even manage to register in Calensk mind, before he teared up the shawl and applied it to his wound. “Nonsense. It's cheap cloth that can't even retain heat properly.” He swiftly wraps Sergiu's arm and puts a firm knot at the end of it. “Besides, I can't let all this work to now go to waste.” He says in a no nonsense tone and shoots Sergiu a look. Sergiu relaxes a little. “I'm in debt to you friend.” Sergiu smiles at Calensk and looks around for a clock. “It's late, I should be going home. I'll find a way to make this up to you. Thank you for everything again…” He tries to get up, but his legs almost immediately give out. Thankfully Calensk managed to catch him in time, before he reached the floor. “You are all fired up. You are not going to go through Arstotzkan winter night, in this state. Especially if you hope to stand guard at the checkpoint tomorrow.”

Sergiu, overcome with dizziness, didn't protest much and gave in to the support of his friend. Calensk carefully held his friend upright and started to guide him to bed. Slow, ginger steps. Tired, but strong arms supporting the wounded. Sergiu broke out into fever shivers every few minutes, but Calensk managed, to safely, get him to lay down under a blanket. He wondered if he had any medicine left, that he could use to lower the fever. He searches through the cabinets and finds some leftover pills, from the time his wife fell ill. He also remembers an old blanket he had stashed in the closet and took it with him too.

Sergiu was already sweating bullets under the current blanket, but he appreciated the second layer. Calensk wondered if he had any clothes for tomorrow morning that would fit Sergiu. For now, he helps him to take the medication and brings him a glass of water. Sergiu downs it almost instantly.

He goes to refill it and comes back to Sergiu. He notices fresh tear stains, decorating his cheeks. “Are you in pain, my friend? Did I knot the bandage too tightly or is the sickness getting worse?” He isn't sure if Sergiu is even capable of answering him in this state, but he managed to mutter a few words. “No… no.. it's just..” He takes a few painful, desperate breaths. “I.. I think… I'm dying, Calensk …” Sergiu tries to muffle a wet sob that tumbles through him.

Calensk takes a close look at his friend - fever shivers still not giving out, sweat running down his face, the way he curls in pain and the way Segiu's eyes dart around the room. Calensk takes out a clean tissue cloth and wipes Sergiu's face. “Bullshit, you are not dying. You are strong enough to get through this fine.”

These words hit Sergiu deep, they act like a firm punch to his guts and everything unravels. “...I don't want to die.. not now.. not now.. when we are so close.. ..I can’t.. I need to see you again.. ..I can't now… ..I don't.. I can't…” Sergiu now fully breaks into muffled, ugly sobbing, mixed with incoherent mumbling.

Calensk, taken aback a little, tries to soften his approach. “Don't say that. Fever messes up your senses. You are going to be fine, I promise. Now deep breaths. Remember?” He tries to help Sergiu stabilize himself.  Slowly, uneven and deep breathing is the only sound breaking up the silence, with an exception for occasional sobs and shivers from Sergiu. Little by little, Sergiu calms himself.

Calensk stands up to find some clothes, he hopes will fit his smaller friend, for him to change into. He searches through the closet and the dresser. Not much luck, everything is at least two sizes too large. He wonders whether to use some of the clothes his wife left behind. But ends up settling for his for now, concluding that Sergiu's sleeping clothes can be a bit too big and decides to possibly use the other ones in the morning.

He takes the clothes, uncovers Sergiu and helps him to dress himself. Not the most grateful job. He would gladly leave up to Sergiu, but he knows that he can't when he is in this state. He goes from down to up. It goes semi smoothly with Calensk's help and Sergiu's collaboration. Sergiu is too weak to do much at this point, so Calensk gently removes Sergiu's two shirts himself and-

“Blyat! What happened?! When did this happen?” Calensk uncovered Sergiu's torso, to reveal a bandaged up stomach, blood staining his left side, mottled skin spreading from it. “Please, don't shout….” Sergiu takes a long pause to compose himself. “.I.. During the war.. near the end, I was shot.. they sent me away back into Arstotzka … to a hospital to get treated. I was unable to get help … There were many more like me ..and the civilians..  …and I wanted to quickly come back to Kolechia to finish some business… so I used the money they gave me for the hospital stay… to buy some supplies and I cleaned and patched myself up. It wasn’t much.” Sergiu with great effort strings together sentences. Calensk gives him a sign to stop talking and straining himself.

He carefully starts pulling back bandages. Thankfully they weren't that old. But what was under them... Calensk can't shout, no matter how much he wants to and just mutters: “Suka blyat. Here is the dog buried... When was the last time you cleaned this?” Sergiu squirms at the sensation, hot waves of pain overtaking him again. “It's fine, it's healing ok, it's just flaring up because of the arm and the stress-”

“It's not healing ok. I can still see parts of the bullet inside it. It's infected.” Calensk interrupts Sergiu, keeping his voice low, but stern. He remembers Inspector's words ‘I also wouldn't be surprised, if you got it infected and after that, it's just a matter of time before it reaches your bloodstream.’ They keep ringing through his mind. Where is he either way, he said he was going to be here, at some point.

The infected wound before him, Inspector and Sergiu's words mix in Calensk's mind. He is at the verge of passing out. He doesn't know if he has the strength to do this, nor what he would even use to clean it. He used up most of his supplies, for the arm. He lets out a big sigh. “Stay here. Rest and gather up energy. I'll be in the kitchen trying to figure out how to tackle this.” He takes one of his shirts out of the drawer and uses it to cover the wound for now. “Calensk…-” Sergiu tries to say something, but a stern look from Calensk is enough to stop him. Sergiu gets hit with a new wave of pain and nausea, so he tries to focus on that for now.

Calensk leaves his bedroom and goes to the kitchen, to brew himself a coffee. He will need it. Ramped thoughts course through his mind. As he is finishing boiling the water, he hears a knocking on the door. ‘About time…’ Calensk opens the door to a tired Inspector, holding a material bag in one of his hands. His eyes are bloodshot and the expression tired. “Apologies for the hour, she got worse...” His eyes darted to the side in shame. “But I managed to get some supplies. Though I'm not sure if they will be of any use now, you probably already took care of the wound. Well I hope it can at least compensate-” Calensk steps aside, in a clear sign for the Inspector to come in. “No, no… Come in. He… also just got worse and I was wondering what to do. My supplies had run dry.”

The Inspector came in and they went to the kitchen. Calensk poured more water into the now, lukewarm kettle and started to heat it up again. The Inspector sat down by the table, while Calensk tended to the coffee. “So what happened? Was the wound that serious?” Pyotr started to pull out his supplies on the table. “No, there wasn't much trouble with his arm. He will probably come out of it with some scarring. If he cleans it regularly, it shouldn’t get infected.” Kettle starts to boil, Calensk takes it off the fire, before it starts to wheeze. “It's just that… he got shot during the war. Never got treated for it and well you can imagine the rest yourself.”

Calensk turns toward the Inspector. On the table lined up neatly, were a roll of gauze and bandage, a pair of gloves, a safety pin, a medi pad and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. “Did… Did you rob a United Federation hospital, when you were gone?” Calensk raises an eyebrow at the lineup. He struggled to get a few cough pills out of the medicine shop, Arstotzkan stores being notoriously understocked. “Heh, no. I went to the hospital with the guards and the agents, was close to my apartment anyway. They keep the local hospital pretty well supplied, with all the attacks going on the border. It's not much, but I wouldn't be able to get half of it, if not for the fact that I work at the border and that some of the staff seems to know Sergiu and was willing to lend a hand.” 

Calensk finished brewing the coffee, handed one cup to the Inspector and sat beside him. “I'm impressed. This will surely come in handy. But I'm not sure if he will be able to come to work tomorrow, even if the wound gets cleaned.” Calensk takes a sip of the coffee, it's not much, being mostly water, but it's exactly what he needs right now. “Well you at least got time until 2pm. The Investigator will be out of town, with our Supervisor until then.” The Inspector sipped the coffee, his 4th cup today. He isn't sure if it will do anything at this point.

“Could use some extra hours. Thank you for the news and the supplies. …About the debt from the det-” Calensk starts, but gets interrupted by the Inspector. “Don't even mention it. You needed the money, I get it. Now I need time to be with my wife, rather than helping here… and you understand that. That being said” He stands up, having already finished the cup. “I'm afraid I need to go. Can I take a look at him before I go?”

“Sure. He's weak and resting now, so try to not wake him up, if he's sleeping.” Inspector nods and as quietly as possible, goes to see Sergiu.

Calensk finishes up the coffee, while he meditates over how he will tackle this whole thing. Inspector doesn't stay by Sergiu for long and quietly makes his exit. Calensk gives himself a few minutes, after the door closes to gather himself. He takes all the supplies from the table, grabs a pair of tweezers, a bottle of ethyl alcohol with whatever is still left in it, a new cloth for wiping, a bowl and a pair of scissors.

He comes into his bedroom. Sergiu is laying down, but clearly not sleeping. His eyes have a distant fog to them, not too unfamiliar for Sergiu to have. Calensk wonders what thoughts cloud his vision now. Is it the war, the terrorist attack, the image of his wounds, or is it simply clouded by pain and nausea. Calensk goes to grab another shirt, in case the bleeding gets worse. He puts down the supplies on the bed and floor, next to the bed. They lack the precise organization of the Inspector, but it will suffice. He kneels next to the wound.

Calensk looks at Sergiu, sweat and tear stains cover his face, his expression remains unchanged. He takes the cloth on the stand and wipes Sergiu's face. His face changes expression slightly, Calensk isn't sure what it exactly means, he just hopes it's a little of a relief.

“I'm sorry, I was too harsh to you before. I was tired …and worried.” Calensk takes a slight pause before saying the last part. His voice wobbles a little. “Don't worry, I've heard worse. At least you scream and swear, because you are worried about me. It's a nice change of pace.” Sergiu smiles weakly, but his eyes remain unchanged, still distant. “Don't say that. You deserve better.” Calensk eyes land on the floor, unable to look at Sergiu's face anymore. “Do I, though? I got my arm blown up, then refused to get professional help, becoming your burden. You already helped me so much, but I've taken up even more than you could give, or I could ever repay. You have the right to be upset.”

Calensk looks straight into Sergiu's eyes. “No, I do not. It’s not your fault that the terrorist attack happened,” Sergiu tries to interrupt Calensk, but he doesn't let him. “It's not your fault you are wounded. It's ok to get help from your friends. You didn't want to get to the hospital, for an unknown reason, I get it. But what is not ok and what I don't get, is why did you have to hide this from us too.” Calensk puts emphasis on certain words to hammer the point home. “You don't want to take more than you can give back, but… if we lost you, how do you imagine you could make up for that?”

Sergiu averts his eyes from Calensk's gaze. His expression changes, giving to a mix of sadness and distant grief. Calensk puts his hand gently on his friend's shoulder. “You don't need to hide anymore, you are among friends. You don't need to handle everything on your own. You are always ready to give a helpful hand to us, why not extend this kindness to yourself?” Sergiu's glances back at Calensk. His usually sharp features are softened, his face wearing the same sadness and grief to it as Sergiu. Except his grief feels closer and more tangible right now, than his.”You are right. Though I will find a way to repay you friend, it's only fair.” His voice gets quieter. “Trust me there is no need. So… ready for a round two? And don't you worry about the state of my medicine cabinet. When Pyotr came by, he made up for his absence by robbing a hospital.” A small smile graces both men's faces. Sergiu seems to be more at ease now. 

Before Calensk takes care of the wound. He unravels the shirt protecting the wound. It didn't get any better during all this time, maybe except for the bleeding slowing down. Sergiu winces at the sensation.

Calensk looks into Sergiu eyes. “It's gonna get a lot worse. It’s gonna get worse, before it gets better. Are you ready?” Sergiu takes in a shaky, deep breath. “I am ready.” Calensk gives him a small reassuring smile and the tissue cloth to wipe his face, if he needs to and to bite down on, instead of his hand. 

Calensk puts on the gloves and starts to dig out the dirt and grime out of the wound. He puts it in the bowl. Slowly and methodically, already familiarized himself with the rhythm. Segiu does his best to keep his pained moans and whimpers to a minimum. It feels like he is on fire again, but somehow it's even worse. Waves of nausea hit harder than before. His vision goes blank several times.

Calensk grabs the pair of tweezers every now and again to pull out a rock or a bullet fragment. He does his best to be gentle, but most of em had grown into the skin and had to be pushed and pulled out the flesh. Sergiu needs a moment, every time this happens. Calensk doesn't mind the countless trips to refill Sergiu glass, it's a neat break from the look and smell of the blood that starts to cling to him more and more.

It's been like that for hours. Digging dirt out, break, back to digging, break. It weighs on both of their minds and bodies. When it feels like it's almost over, Calensk takes off his gloves and Sergiu feels some relief. Before he hears a soft “I'm sorry.” from Calensk. He pours alcohol down into his wound, to disinfect the gash. Sergiu instinctively thrashes and Calensk gently and carefully holds him down, with his second hand. He breathes heavily, eyes hazy, alcohol digs deep into his flesh, scorching everything in its wake. Sergiu passes out from pain.

An unknown amount of time passes. When Sergiu gets dragged back to consciousness, his wound is bandaged up and the room cleaned from the medical supplies. Calensk is sitting on the floor by the bed, looking over him. When Sergiu opens his eyes, a relief washes over him. His cold hand brushes his face and stays on his forehead. “You are a strong horse, you will live through this. You already went through the worst, now you can only go up from there.” Sergiu enjoys the cold sensation of Calensk's hand on his face. “Your fever rises again, you need to take this.” He hands Sergiu some pills and water. He struggles to take them, but eventually manages to swallow them down. His eyelids are getting heavy and soon enough he lets himself drift off to sleep, tired and restless.

Calensk waits a few minutes, looking over his friend, checking if he is truly sleeping. When he confirms that Sergiu is deep in sleep, he takes the tissue again and wipes new sweat off of Sergiu's face. He puts his hand on his forehead and checks the temperature again. The medication should be slowly kicking in. He stands up, to go to sleep himself.

In the small living room, he opens his convertible sofa and thanks his grandfather for passing it onto him. With Sergiu occupying the only spare blanket, he makes due with his winter coat and an old sleeping bag, he hoped he would never have to use again. He changes his clothes into something more light, tosses the dirty and bloody ones in the laundry basket and settles on the sofa. Imagines of lines of immigrants, the terrorist's neutralized body, Sergiu's wounds, his distraught face, sounds of explosions, gunshots and soft sobbing fill Calensk mind as he drifts off. He knows full well that he is not the only one, with such things occupying his mind and that it will be a tough night, before Sergiu gets any better.

Sergiu's fever rises and falls throughout the night. Cold shivers break up his tired dreams. Sometimes he wakes up, nightmares, memories and reality meshing together into an unholy abomination that Calensk has to pull him out of. In the flurry of visions, seeing Calensk and his soft expression, his hand on his forehead, is like a lighthouse guiding him back to reality. Fever fights within him, slowly giving in to the medication, but never fully stops. Calensk is at least able to quickly fall back into calm, dreamless, but restless sleep every time. To be just as quickly, pulled from it by Sergiu. He doesn't mind it much. Be it his experience, with his sick kids, wife, or in service to Arstotzka. It's not his first night like this and it's not going to be his last.

Night quickly turns into a cold morning. Calensk wakes up, sun up above the horizon and gets himself ready. He finds some fresh spare clothes for Sergiu, for when he wakes up. Makes a light breakfast for both of them. Gets ready the last few remaining medicine pills and carries everything to his still sleeping friend. Sergiu sleeps deep,  drenched in sweat. Calensk checks Sergiu's temperature with the back of his hand. Still warm, but he doesn't shiver so much. He puts breakfast and the medicine on a small bedside stand, next to an empty glass. He goes to refill it and thinks what a shame it will be to wake Sergiu up like that. He could really use a day off and stay in bed, but from his yesterday's reaction, there was no convincing him to stay. Calensk understands.

What is left now is to hope - that the weather is better and that there are no terrorist attacks happening in the near future. But with the sharpshooting guardian angel, he has in the Inspector, Calensk's patient helping hand and his undying hope to live another day on that post, he just might make it out alive, long enough to see his lover.

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I got the Elisa and Sergiu reuniting gifs post, crossing my dash again. It made me think…

Sergiu steps out of line, recognizes Elisa and Elisa recognizes him. But do you wonder what was going through Elisa's mind before she recognized him? She walks out of the booth, relieved that she managed to cross the border with no problems. But then this guard steps out of line,  blocking her path. Cold shivers of anxiety as to why. Did others know she didn't have the right papers and now gonna take her away?

But then it turns out to be Sergiu ◜ᵕ◝

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imma post it on here, it's bound to be my papers please side acc anyway

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Sergiu headcannons

He moves a lot in his sleep. Usually it's because of the nightmares, making him restless. But after Elisa comes around, he moves a lot to cuddle and be as close as he can, with her. No matter what, she will wake up with him glued to her, come winter or summer…

Likes to be the big spoon.

Gives vibes like he sleeps shirtless.

Would love to have a dog, one of those intelligent breeds that he'd love to train.

Big on family, he wants 3 kids. At least one daughter and he will not stop until he has one.

A sweet tooth.

Likes cooking and gardening.

He used to play a guitar when he was young and wants to pick it up again, to play for Elisa. 

He used to have freckles as a kid and  teenager, but they faded away as he got older.

He can't grow a beard.

He wears Elisa's locket under his  clothes - on his chest, where his heart is.

He instinctively touches it, whenever he feels anxious or worried, to calm himself.

The day he gives it to the Inspector, so he can recognize Elisa. During the terrorist attack, he tries to instinctively touch it. When he doesn't feel it, it shakes him up so hard, he freezes, he can't shoot or do anything. Having nothing short of a panic attack.

Has the sweetest puppy eyes.

Sergiu felt very lonely during and after the war. Except for Elisa, he struggled to connect with people. When he did befriend someone, it was very likely that the other person would die or change their position. After the war, he worked as a guard, trying to get a position at the border, in hopes of smuggling Elisa through. He stayed kind and talkative due to his nature, but he didn't expect any lasting friendships to ever develop again. Only after the Inspector and Calensk warmed up to him and treated him so kindly, did he felt at more ease and regained some of his hope.

Before she came to Arstotzka, he would have dreams about Elisa. They weren't as bad as ptsd induced nightmares, but those dreams always left a deep empty hole in his chest. Often leading him to quietly sob for the rest of the night, from longing after her and anxiety that they might never see each other again.

He is tall and lanky.

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Elisa/Sergiu headcannons pt2:

Elisa loves using Sergiu as a pillow, when she reads a book. Sergiu usually takes this opportunity to show little affections, like brushing her hair with his fingers or small kisses here and there.

Sergiu's pet names for Elisa: love, precious, beautiful.

Elisa's pet names for Sergiu: sweetheart, darling, sweety, cutie.

Inspector helps Sergiu to pick out flowers for his girl. He teaches him the flower language and he is very eager to learn.

He thinks so much about the way Elisa smiles and laughs at work.

When they are out together, they hold hands all the time. There is no force separating them.

They are both distressed by thunder. But now, they at least find comfort in each other's company.

When Elisa was pregnant, at one point, she was reading a book on Sergiu:

“Sergiu.” She looks up at her lover and he looks at her, with his full attention. She gently grabs his hand and guides it to her stomach, as the baby kicks.

Sergiu lets out a squeal of joy and amazement.

He wouldn't recover after this for a while, he is just so amazed. Kept his hands on her stomach for a few hours after that, to feel that life they created.

Sergiu talks to Elisa's belly in the evenings, mumbling sweet things.

He was worrying the whole pregnancy. It's something he always wanted, but he worries if they are going to be good parents, if he will be able to provide.

He goes so much to Calensk and Inspector, for reassurance.

Elisa is worried too, but tries to swallow it and help Sergiu with his worries:

“You worry too much. We've got it good here.” Elisa comes up from behind, wrapping her arms around Sergiu.

“Eli… What if I don't worry enough, there is so much to take into account. What if we are not good enough? What if the unemployment rate gets worse? What if we won't be able to feed and provide? What if we are bringing it to the world with no future? What if the war starts ag-”

“Shhhh You are spiraling again. It's going to be okay.” She kisses his neck. “You are the sweetest and kindest person, I know. And if the world ends, we will protect the kid, just like we protected ourselves. We lived through hell, we can rise it - together.”

Sergiu turns around to embrace Elisa too. These words do little to calm his worries, but they are enough for now.

Elisa sometimes goes to his coworkers for advice, too.

She doesn't really get weird cravings during her pregnancy, but two months in, she can't stand the smell of bread.

When the pregnancy was in the most advanced stages, Sergiu was all around the place, preparing the kids room, to get Elisa to the hospital, the works.

He worries so much that she will go into labor, when he is at work.

(thankfully it just happens in the middle of the night)

Labour is quite long, around 18 hours. He was forced to go to work in the middle of it. He thankfully managed to ask Inspector's wife and uncle to please watch over her,  when he can't.

So unfocused and restless at work.

When he is done, he runs so fast back.

He invited Calensk and Inspector to come over. They barely kept up with him.

When Sergiu's first kid smiles at him for the first time, he almost dies.

He regularly falls asleep with the newborn in his arms, on the couch.

When they eventually have a girl, Sergiu lets her do make-up on him, paint nails, everything. Sometimes he doesn't have time to clean it all out before work. It always causes some small giggles from Calensk and Inspector, but he doesn't mind, it's all in good fun.

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Bath time Elisa/Sergiu imagine:

not nsfw per say, but there are like plp showering - naked, not graphic but yeah

It's been a long day for Sergiu. He just came back from his long shift, at the border. Hours spent standing in unusually harsh sunlight, only to get cut short by a terrorist attack. Thankfully the threat was swiftly neutralized, but the stress combined, with the unusually warm day, left him tired and sweaty.

He made his way to his shared apartment and closed the door with a sigh of relief. His exhaustion more apparent to him than before. He slides out of his guard uniform immediately and starts heading straight for the bathroom. But then a slim figure blocks his way.

“Sergiu! You are back early, come I made some-” Before Sergiu can stop Elisa, she embraces him tightly. “Dooon't I'm sweaty!” he says, while cracking a smile. He tries to push her away, but she only tightens her grip and kisses him on the nose. “Tough day at work?” Elisa asks softly. “Mhhhmmm…” Sergiu mumbles something incoherent and averts his eyes. She takes him by the arms and tugs him toward the bathroom. Sergiu almost trips on her, but they manage to get there safely.

The moment the bathroom door closes, they start undressing each other. Elisa finds the act unreasonably funny and starts giggling, quickly infecting Sergiu with laughter. They end up naked and folding from laughter. When they calm down, they look at each other, admiring the other body. Elisa takes Sergiu's hand and he takes hers. They walk into the shower together, Elisa leading him by the hand. She turns on the warm water that slowly makes its way down, on them.

They each take some soap and take their  time cleaning one another. Both take their time, to run their hands all over their partner's body. To appreciate all the curves. To sneak some kisses here and there. It's nice, being so close, taking care of each other. Sergiu's scars have healed nicely. Elisa could freely trace them with her fingers, sighing at the memories, but still being so proud and happy, because of how far they have grown.

Once they were done with scrubbing each other and all was left was for the water to do its job, they finished with a big mouth open kiss. Few additional pecks and kisses here and there and they were out. Towel in hand and the whole dance starts again. Wrapped together in a big burrito towel, they keep each other warm. They keep each other safe in their arms. They keep each other happy…

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Sergiu's and Elisa first bigger fight

It happened late into Elisa's first pregnancy. Emotions ran high for both of them. Sergiu had been working especially hard to provide for them and anything would easily trigger his trauma. Elisa had to be there as his emotional support, most of the time. But she was stressed out too. And the baby took plenty of a toll on her body and mind already.

One day, the dam finally broke, she couldn't bear being the sole cornerstone of his well being. Seeing him curled up on their bed again, pushing her away, leaving her to wonder what was going on this time. She finally snapped.

It was… rough. She wanted to scream, to cry. She was tired - emotionally, mentally and physically. Deep inside she knew it wasn't entirely fair on him, he went through a lot. But she did too. And now she needed him so much, for him to be there for her.

So she screamed, begged for him to let her in, that she was there for him. And that he should be there for her too. That it's rough on them both, but for the past few months it seems like it's all about him. That she has to take the weight for the two of them. That she can't manage it all herself. Her yelling was eventually stopped, by violent sobbing overtaking her body.

Sergiu was looking up at her silently, with so many conflicting emotions in his eyes. When she broke down, he sprung from the bed and embraced her tightly. An avalanche of apologies flew down from his mouth. Soft pleas for forgiveness. He never meant for this. He was too worried, too anxious about everything that he failed to be the partner Elisa needed. And now she was hurting because of him. He vowed to be better, to be there for her, to help her through her struggles too, to be more observant… He starts to slowly cry too.

Elisa makes him promise that he'd take better care of himself too, that he will be more open to people around him, that he never forgets about her. He swears on his life.

They lay like that for a while, embracing each other, crying it all out. Sobs slow down and tears start running dry. They are both so tired. None of them wanted to let go of another. They slowly sway in each other's arms, for the rest of the evening.