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Getting to Know You (Ilya)
Dolemeck had just met Ilya, and they bonded quite quickly. The two just seemed to work well with one and other. Each complimenting the other, and making up for the other's faults when it came to their powers and control. It was strangely natural, and appeared to make Dolemeck less anxious, and Ilya more calm.
Today, Dolemeck asked Ilya to join him on a picnic. He wanted to talk more with him, hold hands, and just spend some time with him. A picnic was a good way to do that, and the two cold share more about their lives privately.
Using his powers, he set up a checked print cloth on the grass of the mansion grounds. He had picked a spot in which they could see the lake, and yet have some privacy. He managed to get out of his chair and sit on the cloth. the picnic basket by this side. This was going to be a wonderful day.
Today, Dolemeck asked Ilya to join him on a picnic. He wanted to talk more with him, hold hands, and just spend some time with him. A picnic was a good way to do that, and the two cold share more about their lives privately.
Using his powers, he set up a checked print cloth on the grass of the mansion grounds. He had picked a spot in which they could see the lake, and yet have some privacy. He managed to get out of his chair and sit on the cloth. the picnic basket by this side. This was going to be a wonderful day.
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"Hey," he said softly, not sure if they were at the stage where he could call him terms of endearment like 'zvezda moya' regularly yet.
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Going to sleep after this tag, sorry.
Re: Going to sleep after this tag, sorry.
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On the Way Back to the Mansion
He had used his powers to pack up the picnic basket and rest it on his lap in his wheelchair, and for the first time ever, he allowed someone to wheel him back home. That someone was Ilya of course. They were smiling in ways he doubted anyone had ever seen before. There was so much love coming off of them, and in such a small amount of time.
"So, that Raven your mother gave you is a guardian of sorts in your culture? Something to look after you?" He asked. He learned of the importance of the bird when he had asked Ilya, and it made him want to ask their headmistress to try and get it back as quickly as possible.
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