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Post by berwald on Oct 4, 2010 1:23:38 GMT -5
The cold and snow shouldn’t have been so soothing. A bite was already in the air, more so of one coldest places in the world. The Swede shivered, cursing himself for leaving his jacket behind with the other’s but it had been an act of compassion and warmth. Something that was slowly starting to seem like a waste of time and effort as Nikolai grew more and more withdrawn.
He grunted to himself the sound one of an annoyance, not at the other but at himself. He had to keep trying to hold them all together and safe, and maybe one day things would sort themselves out. He continued down the path he was following the snow crunching under his feet, drowning out any other noise. Then some smashed into him, causing him to whirl around with that ‘look’ on his face.
“Tino.” he murmured, relaxing a bit, once he found what exactly had smashed into him in the first place. The look he gave the other was a bit softer, but still had that severe edge. The Fin had come out looking for him, leaving the Norwegian alone. “Go home Tino.” he said, counting on the smaller man’s mothering attitude to kick in and turn back instead of fussing over him, though likely the opposite was going to happen.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 5, 2010 21:37:57 GMT -5
Those words combined with that look made the man's frame shake. The stinging cold of the snow was nothing in comparison to that glare. "...But I'm worried about you Berwald." He bit his lip out of habit again and poked his index fingers together. "I-It's cold out here and you don't have a jacket and you look like you need someone to talk to." He had to do this, if not for Berwald, then for himself. "....At least tell me about it?" he asked softly and looked down at his boots. "Nikolai is going to bed, hopefully..."
The blonde paused and glanced upwards, and then back down. "S-So he'll be alright." 'What am I so nervous for?' He thought briefly and made himself take a breath, drawing in the cold air and coughing a little.
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Post by berwald on Oct 5, 2010 22:18:23 GMT -5
That would get a look, one that was half way between stern and trying to look composed enough. He wasn’t very gifted at verbal communication, it just wasn’t in his nature, even more so now then it had been in the past. The cough though received a look that could have been terrifying to those not use to it and the Swede turned and picked up the smaller Finnish man. “Not her’.” he mumbled, turning back with the other slung over his shoulder.
Thankfully, he not gone far from the place they kept as their home. Tino didn’t need to have a break down in cold like that, not when he was, at least to Berwald’s mind, delicate and like Nikolai needed to be looked after even if the other saw it as the other way around. Once inside the house, he moved to the room that shared and deposited the other on the bed as he went to deal with the cold building.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 5, 2010 23:08:49 GMT -5
"Ah-!" Tino's face flushed a light red color as he was picked up. "....Okay." he murmured and relaxed a bit, watching the ground pass them by. He didn't even make a sign of protest upon being put on the bed that the two shared, instead he just watched Berwald walk away again. The Finnish man drew his knees to his chest and waited, thinking. He was sincerely worried about the other, but then, when wasn't he? After all, he had watched everyone's transition into the people they were today. He'd watched Nikolai's eventual ebb away from society, he'd watched the boy draw into himself. He'd watched as Berwald grew less and less social. He'd seen the look upon the missing brother's face as he was taken away by the Danish again...
So of course he had reason to worry. But about himself? No. As long as the others were happy, the blonde had to tell himself that he would be fine. After all, he had to be the glue that held them all together. What else was a mother mother figure for?
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Post by berwald on Oct 5, 2010 23:29:21 GMT -5
The house, although small still took a bit to heat, and it would be a while before Berwald returned, the smell of wood smoke clinging to his clothing. As much as other places had developed there were still some things he had grown up with that he wasn’t ready to let go of and a wood fire was one of them. Tino, of course was the other. He moved to the bed, going to run his fingers through the other’s hair. “Tino…” he mumbled again, trying to get the other to look at him.
“Ther’s nothing t’ b’ sad about….” he said, going to sit next to the other now, and pulling him close. He nuzzled against him, “Y’ look like the one who needs t’ talk.”
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 5, 2010 23:47:44 GMT -5
The blonde's eyes widened and he clung onto Berwald's shirt with his little fingers. "M-Me?" he repeated, "But I'm...I'm fine." He forced a smile and then sighed, unable to keep it. "....Just more worry." he murmured. "I mean, we haven't found either Mathias or Egil yet." His grip tightened. "And Nikolai, it...it almost hurts me physically to see him like that."
Tino made himself take another breath. "I-I'm sorry, this must seem silly to you...B-besides, I wanted to make you feel better." This one he meant, and the Fin pulled away a little to look up at Berwald. With one hand he reached up and gently ran it down the side of his face. "So um...talk to me?" And then he smiled, a sincere one. He wouldn't cry...not anymore.
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Post by berwald on Oct 6, 2010 0:05:15 GMT -5
What was there to say? “Mathias c’n stay missing…” he growled, the sound low and a bit unnerving to hear. The anger passed though, no need to be cross and stress the other more. Not now, not with things were already becoming edgy. There had been reports of a few Danish ships in the area, and Berwald knew without a doubt one of them had there old captor aboard.
“Y’re a good wife…worrying about y’ husband like that.” he chuckled, leaning into the other’s hand, eyes closing for a moment and he sighed. He had to be strong and calm for all of them, even if it meant bottling things up a bit more.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 6, 2010 0:25:36 GMT -5
The 'wife' comment made the man's face flush even darker. "Haha..." he smiled a little and reached up, wrapping both of his arms around the taller male's neck. "I-I guess?" he mumbled and squirmed into a more comfortable position. Tino couldn't deny it, this was...nice. Something he'd missed.
Just being close to Berwald, this single moment of intimacy...was all the Fin needed to keep going every day. He too closed his eyes. Fatigue had taken over his thoughts, and luckily enough Berwald was warm enough to keep him from freezing if he did fall asleep in that embrace. Honestly, he wouldn't mind that at all. The platinum blonde opened one eye and looked up at him. After a pause, he took a breath and murmured, "Jag älskar dig, Berwald."
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Post by berwald on Oct 6, 2010 2:16:18 GMT -5
For the first time, the Swede fell quiet not because it was necessary but because he was honestly shocked. Those words were something he hadn’t expected to here considering for the longest time Tino had skirted the issue and seem to deny the fact they were any kind of a relationship. They were close sure, mostly because Berwald at times became pushy with the issue but saying anything like that was a bit beyond him. He almost fell back, a blush crossing his face.
“M-minäkin rakastan sinua.” he mumbled back, the Fin’s own language coming out a bit broken. Ducking down as best he could and nuzzling against the other’s neck, the blush spreading from his cheeks to his ears. He inhaled slowly, trying to settle himself down and not to be so damn flustered.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 7, 2010 14:00:05 GMT -5
"Yaaay~" the blonde murmured and sighed softly in content, biting back a giggle because well, he was slightly ticklish. "...aw, you're blushing." The man commented softly and held onto him. "I-It's cute." A gentle smile and a gentle touch to go along with a blush of his own. The Fin's frame was shaking ever so slightly from nerves, the appearance of the phrase in his own language had made butterflies appear in his stomach. He ignored the insane waltz they were doing and closed his eyes, just...relaxing. It was nice. "....Berwald?" Tino bit his lip and opened his violet eyes again, blushing darker.
"I can honestly s-say that..." he took a breath. "...I'm p-proud to be....your...'wife'." The warmth spread all the way across the blonde's face and he hid it with his pale hands, embarrassed and happy at the same time. "I really am." He peeked at the larger man through his fingers, wanting to see his reaction. "B-But this stays b-between us." He added, and hid again. "O-Okay? Ahah..."
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Post by berwald on Oct 8, 2010 21:06:34 GMT -5
The poor man was dying silently on the inside, mostly out of embarrassment more then anything else. He took a deep breath trying to compose himself more then anything. This was nerve wracking for them both on many different levels, even more so considering the times. Berwald made a low noise that sounded like ‘hurm’ before pulling away. That little deceleration as simple as it was, seemed to trigger something though it was quiet and likely wouldn’t be shown until something endangered Tino.
“Bedtime…” he mumbled, slipping away from the other to change. When he got back the other would be likely passed out on the bed and even if he wasn’t he was going to end up being cuddled by a very content Swede.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 9, 2010 1:20:27 GMT -5
"Ah." Tino once more drew his knees to his chest and yawned, rubbing one eye with the back of his hand. "Bedtime sounds niiice..." he murmured and stood as well, heading for his side of the closet. Even though the two were close, the Finnish man still liked to change alone. This was mostly because of Ivan, the blonde couldn't forget--he doubted he would ever forget what the Russian man had done.
Tino quickly gathered his clothes and slipped into a bathroom to change into a simple overshirt and pajama pants, brushing his teeth in the process. Soon enough he returned and flopped onto the bed, stretching a little. "...I like our bed." he giggled, "It's soft." And with that, he once more waited for Berwald to return to him, closing his eyes slowly. In no time, the platinum-blonde had fallen asleep, curled into the pillow, breathing gentle, lips slightly parted.
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