iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

// i love the english language and grammar. ok who cares if i make mistakes GRRRR

(Oh, he's being moved. A pleasant chill runs up his spine as that large hand presses firmly to his back, guiding him through the palace's double doors and away from the crowd. The same hand that's held him by the scruff of his neck, clamped down on his shoulder, grabbed his wrist or his arm, +

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... (Mitya writes down another note. Well, several. The situation is more grave than he initially thought... Immortality is just as much of a curse as dying early. He's read enough history on the Snowland Fae to understand this. There must be a reason why so many long-lived beings turn in on +

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(Mitya stops all of his excessive reactions when Pierro calls him out. He then clutches his notebook tightly to his side, eyes flitting between Pierro and the ground as he chews on the inside of his cheek. It's really likely he'll be kicked out when he says the truth, but he's not going to lie +

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Ah, Mr. Valeriy... (Hmm. He should still have a bit more time until he appears, if his calculations are correct. If Mitya's whisked away in the next thirty minutes or so, he reckons it'll end up being the perfect amount of time to record his observations. Mitya doesn't react when Pierro drops +

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(The smile on his lips twitches as he catches sight of Pierro's hand shaking, and he writes something else down in his notebook. Mitya then decides to hide the frown forming behind his new cup of tea, setting his notebook face down and to the side - but he takes a sip far too quickly, and yelps.) +

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(Mitya enters, his scarf waving hello for him. In his hands he carries his signature journal and a pen, and his lavender eyes are full of a gentle warmth just like the morning light spilling into the room.) Good morning. Tea sounds lovely, thank you. (He writes something down in his notebook.)

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That's the million Mora question, now isn't it. What do I want?

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(For when they kiss again?)

It's still an idea coming from you about what we can do on our time off together. That's reason enough to ask. I want to hear it.

(Mitya wanted to open his mouth to say something like - 'of course I'd make it out alive.' He has Valeriy protecting him, and he figured out a good number of Ronova's little tricks before their final fight. To be honest, he went in to all of that feeling pretty confident. +

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Why's that? Because I'm charming? (He tilts his head to mirror Valeriy, smiling oh-so-innocently.)

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// btw don't ask my mitya science questions unless you're ready for science answers. i WILL use my knowledge to ramble

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Yeah? (Mitya's eyebrows raise, and he grins.) What are you thinking, Sarge? You already know I'm down for anything that sounds fun enough. Lay it on me.

If only I could calculate something like that. Unfortunately (he shrugs his shoulders), there's no correct guess for when our bureaucracy's going to follow through on its deliverables. Oh, well. I'll look forward to it.

Oh... (There he goes, visibly deflating. A raincloud might as well form over his head right now and start its torrential downpour.) You know, I thought you would say something like - (he mimics Valeriy's low voice) 'Your charm, Mr. Mitya' - or something like that...

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Really? I anticipate you'll appear quite handsome, Mr. Valeriy. You won't hide it from me, right? (Bats his eyelashes as cutely as he can.)

Oohhh... It does, doesn't it! I can see it! (He nods affirmatively. Yes, Valeriy has a good eye!) Say, Sarge, what would you say is the most defining characteristic of my 'essence?' (He's fishing for praises. It's blatantly obvious by the way his eyes glimmer up at Valeriy.)

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There you go again, using my full name... (Pouts.) C'mooooon, Sarge, lighten up a little! 'Mitya' is fine. Just Mitya!

(Mitya stares Valeriy down for a long moment, his little grin not moving an inch.) And? Where's your photo, Sarge? (Hand on his hip. He's not the only good-looking one around here!)

Regal... Hehe, I have to admit I like the sound of that. (Grins wide. He even sticks his nose up a hair.)

Mitya @azumithal.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

My employee portrait looks pretty good, doesn't it?

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S-sarge? What are you— (Suddenly, Mitya's back is to the wall. He swallows thickly, staring up at Valeriy with wide eyes. What? What... Well, it's like, he always wanted this to happen, but... what?!) ... Oh. Hi. (He murmurs, breathless and uncharacteristically meek.)

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Mitya @azumithal.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Ahaha, ha... I see! So that's what it was. (Relief isn't the right word to use to describe Mitya's reaction. It's just - the elephant in the room will remain unaddressed for now. Yep. No need to question it further...) In that case. (Mitya sucks in a breath, calming his racing heart.) Thank you.

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Mitya @azumithal.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

I came to check on you... isn't it obvious? You've been keeping your distance ever since we fought Ronova. What, did you think I wouldn't notice? (Mitya folds his arms over his chest.) You can talk to me, Sarge. I won't bite.

Mitya @azumithal.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

// now that i'm free. who wants to write valitya

Mitya @azumithal.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Woah, woah! What's all this about?! (He tries to play it cool, but it's apparent he's embarrassed because Mitya is glancing around everywhere 𝘣𝘶𝘵 at Valeriy. A rosy red blush crawls up his neck.) Um, g-good evening... (Clears his throat.)

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// alright i've delayed sleep enough for. no reason. goodnight! i will report back after the quest!

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(His scarf pokes Valeriy's shoulder.) Whatcha lost in space about, Sarge?

(Luckily for Valeriy, Mitya is easily distracted. He's pulled along in the flow of their conversation, his earlier scheming tucked to the back of his mind for later. Mitya hums and glances off to the side, poking at his lips with an index finger.) I suppose so? I mean, it's pretty obvious +

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If I don't check now, I'll... (Mitya trails off. It's a weak protest, he knows, and his sinking suspicion that his scarf wouldn't be much help turns out true anyway. He pauses - then relents. Valeriy's right, as frustrating as it is. Maybe he should listen more.) ... Fine. +

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