__________ ♔ ❛ PLEASE SAY YOUR PEACE&& leave. i do not mean to be so discourteous to one from my HOMELAND … lord knows it is so RARE we meet these days, but my grandmother&& i have gone through more than can EVER be expressed into words. we ask for privacy to GRIEVE in our own way. ❜
The bowtie that once lent him DECENCY, a facade of normalcy, now constricted his throat, made breathing practically impossible. The foolproof plan ( oh how silly they’d been, NOTHING IS FOOLPROOF) turned sour. They wouldn’t even l i s t e n to her. The real Anastasia. Dmitry may have had doubts, but the opening of the wall??T’was an escape that no one could just make up. A hasty, yes respectful, nod of his head, he wanders in closer —— DESPERATION making the man grovel. “Please, just meet her. She’s not like the others, she’s — HER. If you’d just LOOK at her you’ll know !!”
“ you’re rightthat’s better than nothing. ” replied, convinced for his answer. that was the best, still … she was afraid of going around places and places, and finding literally nothing. too many years in the dark, supposed. “ thank you. ” the orphan moved awkwardly when spoke & almost whispering , and again when Dmitry mentioned /practice/, if she had to be sincere, never liked following rules or to be told what to do. with a sigh, she moved her hands, in order to play with the necklace , as she moved her glance away. but somehow, a very small grin appared in her face. “ finei get it , i get it !! practice and all of that royalty stuff. ” it was useless to push the learnings away, soon or later she had to do them, anyway. “ time is important, i guess. ”
Oh, how her words truly set him at EASE. Like clockwork, she was f a l l i n g into their little scheme. Now, if they could keep her happy ( which, quite frankly was DOUBTFUL ), they’d all be fine. A few more hours && they’d be in Paris, impressing Vlad’s ‘ little Sophie‘ with all her knowledge. Who cares if she’s really her or not. A girl with no memories of her past ?? The mischievous duo really had luck && hopefully soon money on their side. “YOU’RE WELCOME. You should thank me more often.” A sly, cocky smirk — he moved to sit next to her, leaning in. “Tell me you know at least something about Russian history && the royal family … ??”
Rolled her eyes for last time, and put her back correctly, looking at him now. Obvserving, in silence at first, since she was scared of openup with Dmitry, somehow, Anya was interested about his thoughts. If he was going to help her to be ANASTASIA or being an GRAND DUCHESS in general, his opinion mattered, right?, even when she wasn’t agree with him, which was mostly of the time. More relaxed, and not so violently, the orphan decided to broken the silence. “ do you really … believe I can find them? ” her question, even her wasn’t sure of what she was refering to, if her family or her answers. Something, inside of her, a little voice, was constantly bring her back to reality, saying that probably, she isn’t Anastasia, that her family was gone for good. that she was destined, after all being only ‘ Anya, the orphan’. that it was useless. She swallowed and shook a little bit her head, to clear her thoughts.
Hands clasp tightly in his lap, thumbs twirling. There is a part of him that doubts, after all how could there not be ?? Yet —— he can’t simply let this go. It’s not only because he is invested ( or that he’s desperate for the money ). Dmitry WANTS to see this to the end, to know if they truly did find Anastasia … or at least someone who could be. After all, with a lack of memory —— PARIS being the only clue, she could be anybody. “I believe you’ll find something, Anya. No matter the outcome —— you’ll know more than when we left Petersburg. && that’s something right ??” A sigh, his feet uncross ( always so fidgety he is ). “As for the Dowager we definitely will be seeing her — which is why we need all the time to PRACTICE that we can get.”
She denied with her head, was unable to believe how annoying Dmitry could be. Still looking throught the window, Anya thought that it was all his fault, she wanted to get along, but the boy had to be like this. “ I don’t know how Vlad could stand someone like you. ” her tone was mesured this time but almost chewing the words, murmuring. Tooking a deep breath, the orphan wanted to arrive soon as they could to PARIS, then … the answers would just flow and —- Dmitry would dessapeard, as well. the ex-street sweeper when heard the question about her book, her look was more relaxed while her glance returned to the train wagon, especially in her parisian book. Another breath, before speaking. “ I’m just trying to get more information about Paris. Maybe I find something who makes me … remember, or whatever. ” this time, her tone was sincere and paused with a lot of caution, Anya was unsure of trust him, maybe he would laugh about it, like many did before. “ you wouldn’t understand—– anyway. ” whispered, almost hurt.
“What can I say ??SOME find me charming.” A snide smirk, a devilish gleam, he settles himself against the seat once more. Dmitry knew there was no point in getting riled up ( she just did that to him —— && CONSTANTLY SO). In the short moment of peace, Dmitry felt like he could b r e a t h e. He was still on the run, a WANTED CRIMINAL, but nonetheless he was finally somewhere new. Paris, a city for wealth, of new beginnings. Lips purse at her locutions, a slow nod. “I mean, if I had no memories aside from Paris, I’d do the same.” A shrug, he shuffles in his seat / uncomfortable. While he sometimes may have wished to forget some of his past, he certainly was glad for his memories. It wasn’t pity he felt, NEVER that, but a sense of curiosity, of seeing this through. “Your answers are here somewhere I s’pose.” && that woud start with the Dowager herself.
His nasty comment made her to stop smiling in a instance. “ Since when you care about Pooka? By the way, at least he likes me, you can’t say the same. ” replied, Pooka was the signal who made her to choose her path to St. Petersburg, Dmitry didn’t know ANYTHING to talk like that. Visibly angry & irritated, she couldn’t hold her tongue back. “ And, I was fine, reading IN SILENCE, since you came here. Probably you should be the one to learn the way to not stare a girl like creepy guy. ” stubborn as him, her tone was purely vexed. since Anya didn’t wanted to look at him anymore, her glance turned on the window’s train, looking the snow in the woods.
“I’m glad to know the opinion of a muttmeans so much to you, your highness.” A flash of white, lips curl up into a sneer ; feet crossed, Dmitry practically POUTS as his back hits the red velvet seat. Equally as STUBBORN a sly chuckle breaks from him, calloused hand d r a m a t i c a l l y clutching his chest. “You wound me, Anya. How will I ever recover ?!” A roll of his eyes, he sucks in a deep breath ; this was going to be a l o n g trip (oh, but the RUBLES, how different life will be ). Tongue darts over dry lips, the con man always quick on his feet, a master of changing the subject. “What are you reading so intently‘bout anyways ??”
she frowned, couldn’t stop smiling surprised, maybe because sounded like poor excuse for Anya. “ look —- if i’m going to be of royalty, everything has to be about me. ” replied, witty and proud, while was looking him and holding her book of PARIS. the orphan rested her back on train’s seat. “ anyway, did you enjoy your change of scenery? ”in her tone was obviously a mockering, holding her laugh but — still, she was curious about what Dmitry was thinking about.
“Typical —— you sound just like one ALREADY.” As a kitchen boy Dmitry was hardly, if ever, noticed. Royals would continue speaking as if he were not there ; a b l e s s i n g in the end, for that’s how he learned so much, all the palace’s secrets. St. Petersburg was long behind then now. A home he could never forget, even when he sometimes wanted to ( so, so many memories ). Tone just as mocking, Dmitry smirks —— eyes gleaming with pure mischief. “Oh, it could be better.” Arms cross against his lean torso, STUBBORN as his jaw sets. “Y’know, as a member of the royal family, you should probably learn the art of SILENCE. I’m sure even Pooka would agree when I say it was much more peaceful before your whiny voice broke in.”
