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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 14, 2010 0:39:50 GMT -5
When morning rolled around and the first rays of the sweet sunlight shone through the flimsy fabric of the curtain, Tino's violet eyes opened slowly and he yawned. For a moment, the Fin wondered where he was. And then, he saw Berwald's arms so gently, protectively wrapped around him. This brought a blush to the man's cheeks as he gently pried the other off, sitting up and yawning once more, covering his mouth with a hand. He loved early mornings, he really did. Watching the sun rise and the snow glisten was amazing. The platinum blonde stood up and stretched a little, glancing back. Berwald would be just fine there. Slipping into his slippers, the violet-eyed young man made his way down to the kitchen to make breakfast. Upon passing the table, he spied a note.
Tino picked it up and rubbed an eye with the back of his hand.
I'll be fine.[/b]
No doubt about it, this was Nikolai's handwriting. A little hint of a frown crossed onto Tino's face. How long ago had this been written, had he slipped out while the two were asleep upstairs? And furthermore, what was he THINKING? Surely, he would have known that Tino would worry. Gnawing on his lip, the Fin wondered what to do next. Should he wake Berwald or-? No. He trusted in Nikolai's words. Setting the note back down, he went back to getting breakfast ready, a nagging doubt growing in the back of his mind.
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Post by berwald on Oct 16, 2010 17:30:48 GMT -5
Waking the Swede and telling him was a bad idea, waiting for him to get up himself and then saying something those would likely be a worse idea. Tino’s movement from the bed, received a low grunt as the other blond rolled over to occupy the now empty spot, silently protesting those first few rays of morning light that were starting to break through. It didn’t last long though as the smell of breakfast drifted from the kitchen.
He groaned, forcing himself to sit up and then move to get dressed for the day before going to look for the rest of his make shift family. “Tino?” he half mumbled,half yawned as he finally moved to the kitchen, still not looking fully awake. “Should I get Nikolai up?”
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 17, 2010 12:54:11 GMT -5
Tino stilled in place and bit his lip. "Aha, actually, um..." He took a breath, the man was nervous. "...I'm not sure if Nikolai is here." the Finnish man noted the silence as he put their breakfast onto plates, gnawing on his lower lip once more. He's going to be upset, maybe I shouldn't have--no, it was better to tell him than to let him find out the hard way. Tino thought and glanced at the Swede. "I-I'm sure he'll be back, though." He added softly, "And he did leave a note."
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Post by berwald on Nov 1, 2010 10:01:36 GMT -5
The look Tino received was downright terrifying the Swede’s body stiffen and shoulders tensing. He had told Nikolai not to go, or at least tried to make that clear least of at night. The young man was fragile, and being out on the beach at night, especially when the cold weather coming in was setting him up for a serious illness or worse.
“I ‘m go’ng to look for him.” he muttered, going to head out the door, worry gnawing at him more then it should have.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Nov 3, 2010 21:57:24 GMT -5
With that single look, Tino felt a shiver rip through his thin frame and his feet turned to ice. He stood rigid for a moment, terrified out of his mind. That look, that expression of undiluted, unaided fury…But as the Swede moved, his brain began to turn again and this time his lavender eyes filled with concern. Shaking his head he moved towards the other, quickly as he could. “B-Berwald, wait-!” He paused for a moment. “…I’m going with you.” He nodded determinedly. There was no way he was staying here in this house alone. Not after what happened the last time he was alone. Grabbing his coat off the coat rack and quickly putting on his shoes, Tino took a deep breath and then grabbed his pistol. Just in case. He didn’t intend to use it anytime soon, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
Especially with Ivan still roaming around the seas. For a moment, Tino thought of those three unfortunate brothers on the ship…once more clearing his mind, he told himself that he had to focus. They had to find Nikolai. That was his only objective to this point. Finding the Norwegian…and possibly, the Dane as well. You never knew…Maybe the two would be together. It was a possibility.
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