houseofmysteries:
iamthefirechild:
She nodded again, then put her fingers to her throat and shook her head. Mostly, she didn’t try to communicate with people, so trying to explain to him that she was mute was a bit difficult.
“Oh,” he nodded his head. “Juhst yas or noh ahnswers, yas?” he asked and smiled down at her. “Ohkay, doh yoh neehd a placce toh stahy?” he asked, putting his hands into his pockets, the picture of ease and comfort, but he was still on high alert. This girl had been running from something.
She blinked at him, confused. Why was this Dimitri so concerned about her? She considered him, head to one side, and brushed him with her power before nodding judiciously.
houseofmysteries:
iamthefirechild:
She nodded, in answer to the first. It wasn’t true, but he didn’t need to know that. Didn’t need to be in any danger. The tension slowly slid out of her body; she couldn’t sense the hunter, and this man was a puzzle. A slight frown creased her brow, and she lifted a hand toward him, like she would touch his face.
“My nahme is Dimitri Baranovsky. I wohrk here,” he gestured to the store before looking at her. “Doh yoh have ah nahme?” he asked and when he saw her hand reaching for his face; he leaned down a little bit to let her touch him. He had younger sisters that when they were younger, they had been interested in his scruff.
She nodded again, then put her fingers to her throat and shook her head. Mostly, she didn’t try to communicate with people, so trying to explain to him that she was mute was a bit difficult.
houseofmysteries:
iamthefirechild:
Summer tried to press herself through the wall, gazing up at the man. His heavy accent took her a moment to decipher, since half her brain was caught up with the strangeness of the sense of him. He tasted … wild. Not like caveman wild, but like a wild animal, a little shy, a little dangerous. She let out a slow breath, and shook her head.
“Ahre yoh ahlright?” he asked, his eyes moving up to scope out the area. When Dimitri was in human form, his sense of smell is always dimmed than it would be in wolf form. He didn’t smell anything except dirty alleyway, “Yoh seem scahred,” he said softly, watching her. His entire body was relaxed, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t spring into a fight or move to defend within seconds.
She nodded, in answer to the first. It wasn’t true, but he didn’t need to know that. Didn’t need to be in any danger. The tension slowly slid out of her body; she couldn’t sense the hunter, and this man was a puzzle. A slight frown creased her brow, and she lifted a hand toward him, like she would touch his face.
houseofmysteries:
iamthefirechild:
She huddled the cloak closer around her and hurried her steps, feeling the hunter ease his way nearer to her. It was like a blank space in the mass of people she had hoped to lose herself in. Sweat rolled down her back under the cloth, but if she so much as pushed the hood back he would spot her. She couldn’t take that risk.
She couldn’t remember how long she’d been running. There were a lot of things she couldn’t remember. Who she was, for starters. She knew her own name — part of it, anyway. She knew why the hunter wanted her, too.
She didn’t know how she’d lost her memory, or why she couldn’t speak.
She dodged sideways into a little alley running between two stores and leaned against the wall, panting. A shadow fell over her, and she jumped, staring up wide-eyed at the dark figure in front of her.
Dimitri was working in the store that night. He was pretty irritated with rude Americans, but he supposed he was intimidating enough to make men angry and women envious. He didn’t speak much, always listening and then reporting them to what they wanted.
The teenagers that frequented the store liked to do things in hopes to get a reaction from the tall dark and brooding Russian. They really got him worked up today. He felt like he needed to punch something.
As he left the store through the back entrance he found a girl, cowering in his shadow. He looked down, she looked so scared. “Hallo,” he said gently. “Ahre yoh lohst?” he asked, blinking at her. He may look imposing and scary, but he had a good disposition, he was always gentle with women, girls especially and even more so with ones that look like her.
Summer tried to press herself through the wall, gazing up at the man. His heavy accent took her a moment to decipher, since half her brain was caught up with the strangeness of the sense of him. He tasted … wild. Not like caveman wild, but like a wild animal, a little shy, a little dangerous. She let out a slow breath, and shook her head.
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