Like Breathing Was Easy. [+ivananddmitiri/Mainverse]

ivananddmitri:

inheritorofmemories:

Natasha’s had enough of the wallowing. This was not how Ivan ever operated, and he’s been indulged enough. She’s hear to deliver a verbal slap - and perhaps a physical one if the situation demands it.

Yes, she knows he’s heartbroken; the tone in his communications the past few weeks says it all. However, there is a span on how long a heart can be broken, and his allowance is up. She knocks sharply on his door, leaning against the wall as she waits for an answer.

Or none. Then, she gets to pick the lock. It’s been a while.

((This thread is set during the week before Happy Birthday To Me))

Ivan knew NIKOLAI had let her in, the A.I. informing him seconds before he heard the rapping at his chamber door. Sighing softly, he thought about ignoring it. A moment’s consideration of that tactic was all he needed to remind him that he couldn’t really bring himself to ignore Natalia. Even if he could, she’d find a way in anyway. 

With an exaggerated huff, Ivan dragged himself out of bed, wearing only a part of shorts and with unkempt hair, his beard thicker than it’d been in years, walking over to the door to his bedroom and unlocking it. He then turned back towards his bed, planning on climbing back in. As he did so, he spoke over the shoulder to her, giving a half-hearted greeting.. “Natalia…”

One look at Ivan seems to take Natasha back more years than she’d care to remember - it’s the beard, she swears. “If you get into that bed, I’ll drag you back out of it,” she warns him, walking into the room and glancing around. “And I haven’t been Natalia in years.”

She knows the air of determined practicality will irritate him, but - quite frankly - his air of woeful self-pity is grating on her nerves too. “Shower, shave, and get dressed. Then we get to have a talk.” Her tone leaves no room for argument, although if there was one person who could never avoid an argument with her, it was him.