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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.

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"That'd be amazing. All this is amazing." He means it, too. The show is mesmerizing to someone who'd only watched educational programs via SHIELD, and it's so upbeat even the villains aren't truly awful. The whole thing is a breath of fresh air that plays into the idealistic part of Ilya, the part that used to take hope in stars and still sees ravens as omens of good fortune despite everything.

He watches the show, and feels a little like cheering at how Fluttershy learns without becoming someone else. "I can see why people like this. It's... this is the kind of thing that makes me feel better just watching it. It's a little light in the darkness."

"Well, if you want... we can watch an episode every Saturday on the tellie in the rec room. They air new episodes in the morning on that day." He offered to Ilya. "I like it because everyone has a strength and a weakness. And when that weakness shows, they all work together to help that pony. They even have these tiny little ponies called the "Cutie Mark Crusaders". They do not have their markings on their hind quarters, yet. So they spend their time wondering what it is that makes them special and will help them earn their marks. It is like how we all go through a period of self discovery to find out who we are and what we wish to do in life."

He taps on the tablet to close the video, as it had ended. On the back screen of the Tablet was a picture of Dolemeck and his older brother Dayton. His brother is rather tall and has long red hair and green eyes like Dolemeck. He is poshly dressed, and the two appear to be outside of a mansion of sorts.

"I'd like that. It's a really sweet show. And I like the way the ponies stick together." He's a little envious. But he's got Dolemeck, and people here are already so friendly to him. He could have that, that kind of group of friends, with time.

"Is that your brother? And... your house?" The latter is the mind-boggling part.

"Aye, that is Dayton, and that is me house back home." He smiled shyly. "That is where I grew up. MY parents were rarely home, so Dayton would take over with the fiances and the hiring of the help. It was a lot of responsibility, and he had Charles and myself to care for as well."

He clicked on another application that opened up a photo gallery. the first image he showed was his brother dressed in his full Crown Prosecutor uniform. White wig and all.

"That is how me brother dresses for work. It is rather traditional, and while his hair is long enough to go without the wig, he insists on practicing the age old tradition. His job is to prove the guilt of those accused of crimes against people and the government. He has to follow the laws and present his case to the judge, who will decide the guilt or innocence of a person."

He then swiped the screen to show another picture. This one of his parents. They looked like aging rock stars. Well... aging rock stars who had not aged well. His father had long black hair that went to his waist (which appeared to be dyed black), and his Mother's hair was snow white with a slight curl to it. At one point, she had red hair like his brother Dayton.

"These are me parents...."

Ilya tenses noticeably when he gets a description of what a crown prosecutor actually does. After all, the Russian equivalent of that, in Ilya's time, were responsible for putting people like Ilya and people who had done nothing but question the status quo into gulags and execution centers. Yes, it's not a fair comparison to draw, but for Ilya, those memories, those people in their dvortsom mansions while the common people starved, they were recent memories he could recall with frightening clarity.

"...you look more like your brother than your parents, I think. They have a different sort of attitude to them, if that makes sense."

"They sort of do, aye." He sighed some. "They have wealth, fame in Europe, and that feels like it is all that matters to them. They can be quite irresponsible, especially with money. That is why Dayton takes care of things. If he did not, I imagine most of our family's money would be shot up their veins or snorted up their noses. We would be destitute if that happened!"

Not that it stopped his parents. They still had access to more than enough money to do that. He swiped his finger along the tablet, showing there were no more pictures and closing the application.

"My Mum is suppose to be able to manage the band and their fiances. Well, she used to be able to. Now she just books their next concerts, while Dayton gives them an "allowance" they need to follow. He set up trust funds for himself, Charles, and me brother. So in case something were to happen to me parents, we would all be taken care of and could keep the family home. We are each allowed access once we turn twenty five years of age, and can spend the money as we wish, or keep saving it. Mine has considerably more money, due to my injuries. That is so I could pay future medical expenses or hire a nurse to care for me."

For a moment, Dolemeck shook his head.

"That money does not bring any of us any happiness, Ilya. Charles acts like a spoiled brat who never grew up, Dayton refuses to even touch his, taking pride in making his own through his job, and me? What I have mixed feelings. People saw me as just another rich brat they could use for something."

"I wish I knew what to say. I can't wrap my mind around this, I guess. Dayton seems like he was promoted to parent over your own parents and that's just so hard to picture. I don't understand how your parents can be happy like this. Family is true wealth; why walk away from that?"

Frowning, he shifted to look at Dolemeck. "You're not a rich brat. You may have money, but you're not a bad person. I've seen the difference. In Elvuney, the richest man was the head of the polar station there. He had two daughters, Marya and Gennadiya. Gennadiya was a nightmare to even be around, always using her money and position to get away with things, and her father's connections to get her off the island and into an elite school. After that she married some commissar for the power and money, and never even spoke to her family again.

Marya helped convince her father to let Chukchi people come and go in the summer months, and tried to get her father to intervene when I was marked for the gulag. He couldn't, because even he didn't have the power to overturn that. And she couldn't talk to me because the world was watching, but she left me blueberries, the first fruit I ever had and the only gift I'd ever gotten from someone not in my family.

There are two kinds of rich people in the world: the Gennadiyas, and the Maryas. And you are a Marya, Dolemeck."

"I am glad you see that. Some other people would not. They would only see me as the son of a rockstar." He grimaced a little, placing the tablet down on the blanket. "I love my brother, but I cannot love the rest of my family. They are all addicted to something, and act like Gennadiyas in some ways. It is all about themselves, and never about anyone else."

"But Dayton tells me, they were not always like that. That what I see and know are their addictions, and not how they were before them." His head moved to rest on Ilya's shoulder. "They were once good people that cared. They raised Dayton very well, taught him to be the wonderful man he is today. But by the time Charles and I came along... I do not know what happened."

"I admired my Da for many years, because I saw a man on stage making people happy. He gave to charities, did benefit concerts, and thought because he was busy making the world a better place, it was okay he was not at home with me. Then I finally met the man who came off of that stage, and he was an ugly person. He tried to strike me when I confronted him on what he was doing, but Professor Franklin stopped him. He brought me back to the mansion and I cried me-self to sleep. I vowed I would never be like that, and I would be more like Dayton, that I should have admired him more so than my Da."

"I grew up constantly being called the son of a Chukchi, being seen that way. Just because people wanted things from you and avoided me doesn't mean it's not the same thing - it's looking at us as the products of our parents and not as ourselves. How could I look at people that way when being looked at through that filter is what I hate most?"

He gives him a soft kiss to the neck, just because it seems to be a soft spot for Dolemeck and he doesn't know how to offer up comfort for this. The one fortunate and wonderful thing about Ilya's life had been his family, in spite of all the bad things that happened later in life.

"I'm sorry. But I promise, no one will ever hurt you again. I'll protect you, and I may not be the smartest or most successful person, but I'll be right here when you need me. Always." Ilya holds him closer, instinctively. "And I know you will never, ever be anything like your father."

"If you continue to kiss me like that, Ilya..." He gave off a small laugh, feeling his lips along his neck again, before being pulled closer. "We really are two sides of the same coin."

Using his mind, he lifted up the tablet and set it to camera mode, taking a picture of the two of them. Something he could print out and give to Ilya as a present. He finally started to smile again. They really would protect one and other. They bared their souls, and knew about their families, their fears, their hopes, and their dreams.

"So... wot now?"

"Now we might actually eat the food you brought. But I really like laying here like this with you, too," he confessed, not sure how to phrase that correctly. It's a strange feeling and he could get used to it, easily. "I think I'm okay with anything, so long as I'm with you."

"I feel the same way." He placed the tablet back into the picnic basket he brought, being most careful with it. "It is quite amazing, is it not? How well we adapt to one and other. How we come from such strict religious backgrounds, and yet we are okay with just kissing, holding hands, and hugging. It confuses me sometimes, but it makes me happy more often than anything else."

His cheeks then blushed, a thought crossing his mind for a moment.

"Ilya? Can I ask you something?"

"It's more of a mixed religious background for me. My grandparents tried so hard to make me Orthodox, but my mother undid most of it with her teaching me her traditions and beliefs. But religion isn't the reason I'm normally bad at touching people - I'm just not used to it. It's all really new to me." So far he seemed to be doing okay with it, all things considered. Maybe it was because they were both new to everything and had no basis for comparison.

"Of course. What is it?"

"Well... what are your views about..." He was trying to find the wording without being overly embarrassed. He had NEVER talked about this subject with anyone, never even thought of it until now. "What are your views on... you know... one day going past kissing? Do you believe in waiting for marriage or wot?"

Ilya hummed slightly and tilted his head, thinking. After a long moment's pause, he said softly, "I know that most people wanted to wait for marriage where I was from, and I'm okay with that. But I don't feel like people have to if they don't want to. I've never really thought about what I'd do, um, if that came up. It never has before. I guess... I'd like to do what comes naturally and not force anything or try to rush something, and it's really important you're okay with things. Because if you're not okay with something, then I'm not. It's as simple as that."

"I was always taught by the church to wait until marriage, to wait for that someone special to come along. I mean, when I was twelve and thirteen, girls still were still icky and I did not understand my attraction to other men. I never really gave much thought about it even after my accident, either." He shrugged his shoulders.

"It changed everything in me life and I thought I would ever find anyone to love, or that I might never be able to... show that kind of love to. I do believe, however, that it is not something that should be rushed or forced, as you said. Whatever happens, will happen at the right time."

"It's alright. We'll figure it out as we go along. I mean, this is really not about what other people or the church think. We have to be okay with things ourselves or it'll just end up being bad for both of us. So... I don't know how or when, but we'll get to that point when we're ready." He smiled, running a hand through Dolemeck's hair. "You're worth waiting for."

"So are you." He relaxed more at the feeling of Ilya's hand in his hair. "I just... I never been in a relationship before, and I wished to see how our views on important matters match up. So far, I think they match up very well!"

He gave Ilya that large smile of his, again.

"There can be instances where we are not in the same classes. If that is the case, would you like to always eat lunch together, perhaps dinner as well? Then maybe we can work on our assignments and homework in the library? And Maybbbeee you can teach me a little Russian, and more about the Chukchi culture?"

"I like the idea of eating together. You can warn me off the bad food and introduce me to the good ones. Homework might be a little rough - between how much time has passed and being kicked out, I have a lot of catching up to do, you know. Things have come a long way while I was sleeping." And that's probably more the reality of his struggle rather than him being stupid, even if he can't see that most of the time.

He pauses, slightly. "I'll try. It's hard, after spending so long hiding even a mention of it, to talk about my culture. I'm not sure where to start, either. Russian might be the easier part of that deal."

"Start where you feel comfortable." He leaned in to kiss Ilya's cheek, again. "As for how behind you are, I may be able to help. I need to study American history in order to gain citizenship to this country. I literally must start from the beginning, from how America was formed by people from my Country escaping religious persecution. However, they were still considered an English Colony."

"Eventually, America grew to thirteen colonies. They decided to rebel against England, due to unfair taxing practices on tea and other goods. It started what was known as the Revolutionary War. The Americans managed to drive away my country, and formed their own Government and rules."

"I don't know what I'm comfortable explaining. In today's age with science having become so advanced and people having left religion more than even the most bitter old Siberian could have predicted, it feels almost like having beliefs that aren't even part of the 'big' religions left is something to hide. Because some part of me just thinks that people won't understand."

He leans his forehead against Dolemeck's, drinking in his words, the way the knowledge sounds old and well-rehearsed despite it being new. Little things like this give him hope. "I'm definitely going to have you tutor me in American History. You're smarter than you give yourself credit for."

"So? It is something to believe in and a part of you, Ilya." He enjoyed the feeling of his forehead against his own. Once more, the two were holding hands and just enjoying being close. "How can I understand if I do not learn?"

At the mention of his knowledge of American history, a chuckle escaped him.

"I am not that smart. I just find it all just fascinating. After-all, America was founded because people did not agree with my own country. However, it sounds like the land was stolen from the Native Americans who lived here. From what I read, they believed the world was created on the back of a turtle, and that all parts of an animal must be used when you kill it, otherwise you do not honor it. All resources were used wisely, and they believed in animal spirits, and the spirits of ancestors."

"Native Americans are as different in their tribes as the native peoples of Siberia are - Chukchi, Koryaks, Yupik, Alyutors, Evens, Nenets, Orok are all different and from what little was explained to me at SHIELD, it's that way here. And you'd probably find many of those people I listed who would agree that white Russians have stolen their land. It puts me in a strange position, being in the middle."

He squeezes Dolemeck's hands, pausing for a long moment to try to find a starting point. Where does one begin to explain a religion that was so ingrained into his daily existence at one point and so hard to practice in an urban setting? What was the most important thing, the most odd, the most normal?

"How about you ask me what you want to know, and we'll go from there? I can't figure out how to start this conversation. But I'll try my best to give answers."

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