The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Sydni and Mikhail
What: Mikhail comes back with a surprise
Where: Their apartment
When: Late evening

Mikhail had left a few hours ago to visit a friend who was visiting the US.  Sydni had spent her evening playing with Molly and cooking a few dishes for the rest of the week.  She had gotten into the habit of cooking a few casseroles at a time so she didn't have to cook.

The brunette expected her husband back any minute.  Little did she know what he'd be bringing with him.

Who: Kim and Mikhail
When: Wednesday afternoon, after Advanced Beast Control
Where: Inner Beast Control classroom
What: Kim has some questions for the elder lycan.

So much was going through Kim's mind lately that it was hard to keep focus in her classes. Add in the fact that this was the last week of class, and her mind had already gone into vacation mode. But she wouldn't quite be on vacation this summer, though. She would be taking two classes at Boston College to continue working toward her Bachelor's. It would be nice to get back on a real college campus again. She kind of missed it.

Kim didn't snap out of it until Professor Dmitriv had apparently dismissed everyone. People were getting up and gathering things around her before she realized class was over. Shaking her head at herself, she shut her notebook and put it away in her bookbag. Slinging the bag's strap over her shoulder, she walked up to the professor's desk and gave him a tentative smile. Yes, she had been in his class for months now, but she still couldn't get much of a read on his mood from his facial expressions. Maybe it was a Russian thing..

"Professor Dmitriv? I was wondering if I could ask you something.."

Who: Mikhail & Sydni
When: Mid-Morning
Where: The Apartment
What: Mikhail returns, glad to be back, not realizing more than a few days have passed. Sydni is ecstatic.
Rating: PG-13 (When the date-bomb is dropped, he WILL be pissed.)

Climbing out of the taxi that dropped him off, Mikhail actually had a smile on his face. America was his home now and the flight he had spent sleeping on from Moscow to Boston had been filled with good dreams. Honestly, the old man couldn't remember the last time he'd had a decent dream that didn't revolve around being a werewolf or just a night terror in general. This dream had Sydni and Molly. They were playing in the yard of a house--he assumed it was their married life house--while he was working on his car. It was an old fashioned desire, sure, but the man had been born in the 20s! He was going to be a little old fashioned.

That aside, he shouldered his duffel bag and hurried into the building out of the cold. Ugh, a slushy mix of rain and snow. How unpleasant. But who really cared? He was back! Walking down the halls with that smile on his face, he actually waved at a coworker. The woman looked back at him, a little shocked, then waved with a smile in return. There it was, just ahead, their door! Mikhail pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, dropping the bag with something of a throw.

"SYDNI!" he called loudly into the apartment, clearly sounding glad. "I am back!"

Who: Sydni and Mikhail
What: (almost) Wedded Bliss Interrupted
Where: Their apartment
When: 6:30

Sydni had decided that steak was a must tonight.  In fact, steak was a must every night this week.  The full moon made her crave every kind of meat she could get.  Red meat, specifically.  Maybe a roast.  Ooo, she could start that tonight...

The brunette still grew quite restless around the full, and staying up half the night with a roast cooking wouldn't faze her.  In fact, the thought of eating that roast at the end of several hours of roasting was making her mouth water.  Then she could make beef stew, and beef sandwiches, and...  What was that?

It felt like the world had just... blipped.  Like, wobbled or something.  Sydni didn't understand what had happened, and that pissed her off.  Growling slightly, she just let the anger simmer as she watched the steaks on the George Foreman grill.  Mikhail had better appreciate this.

Who: Mikhail, Sydni
When: Morning, around 10
Where: The Dmitriv-Wilson apartment kitchen
What: Surprise sex
Rating: Totally NSFW. SO NOT. Do not read. Ever.

( S is for the simple need. E is for the ecstasy. X is just to mark the spot 'cause that's stuff you really want. )

Who: Mikhail, Sydni
When: Daytime
Where: The Apartment
What: The two finally have time to themselves to relax, worry about one another, and recover
Warnings: Possible language

Since the previous Tuesday, Mikhail had taken to wearing his eye patch every day, all day, without fail. There was something about wearing it that was like a comfort blanket, or the idea of putting a Band-aid on even when there was no real wound. It was all in his head, but he feared people looking at him like he was different because his eye was, by this point, obviously blind. At least with a patch it left an air of mystery. Was he blind? Was he weird? Was it just some accessory? Or was it something else? That, and in the past he had always learned to fear people with eye patches.

He would rather have people fear him, as they always had when they did not know him personally, than be afraid of everyone else.

Finally, when the weekend rolled around, Mikhail had done absolutely nothing other than worry about Sydni's recovery and hang around the apartment. On Saturday he had caught up on reading--the one time he had taken off his patch was to wear his new reading glass that drove him totally batshit insane--and read some papers from his students. Never being big into the television, he sat in front of it with a newspaper and caught up on American and Russian events. When the morning came on Sunday, however, he went about his usual routine before approaching Sydni.

"How is feeling?" he asked, hands lightly on her waist for comfort as he stood close. "Are healing?"

Who: Lloyd, Mikhail
When: 1PM
Where: The car (on the way to Danvers)
What: Lloyd has kindly offered to take Mikhail to the optometrist to have his stupid failing eye looked at. They talk on the way.
Warning: Two teddy bears stuffed into a car? Like you need a warning for that!

Never underestimate the awkwardness that can arise when the strong-silent types are put into a car with a person who likes to ask questions. Mikhail had forgotten what it was like to be driven anywhere for he had been driving himself all his life. Aside from a taxi to and from the airport, where he sat in the back and did not have to speak with the driver at all, the Lycan could hardly remember the last time someone drove for them. When he and Sydni went out he always drove. Even if she did on the occasion, it was not strange because they talked about things they liked or said nothing and were content in the company of their lover.

Well, Lloyd was certainly not Mikhail's lover nor were they really friends. Though, Mikhail did try his best to be friendly. This man was doing him a favor, leaving the school in the middle of the day to take him to go get his eyes checked. He couldn't be rude! Still, he wasn't sure what to say as they pulled out of the parking lot. Hands settling on his lap as he sat back in his seat, he sighed and watched the cold, snowy ground pass by.

"Eh, thank for drive," he said in his thick Russian accent while turning his face toward Lloyd. He could hardly see the man because of his good eye being on the farther side. His left eye, really, was of no use. All Mikhail could make out with his left eye anymore were various colors and shades of light. People were blurred shapes and things were near impossible to see if it were smaller than your average novel if he didn't have his eyepatch on to help block everything out. He wore the patch now, to hide the faded color and scar that tore down the skin.

Who: Mikhail, Sydni
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Dmitriv-Wilson apartment
What: Mikhail has a gift to share with Sydni
Warning: Cavities. Maybe.

Today had been one of those long days where Mikhail couldn't decide by the time he got home if he was more tired or sore. His back ached, as he knew it would from having been hugging a tattooing chair all day. His skin didn't really hurt, though. He felt by now he was impervious to tattoo needles, despite the one on his back being fresh and new. There had never been ink upon that skin aside from at the base of his spine where it read "Russian Soviet Navy" in Russian. But now there was something better, something spectacular drawn upon his flesh spanning from one shoulder blade to the other and reaching halfway down his spine.

It took hours. Mikhail had sat at the studio in relative silence, only answering questions asked of him. He wasn't a big talker in general, as many knew, and it was not like him to talk to strangers. Still, the men and few women at the tattooing parlor were nice. They gave him a discount for working at the school, which was a bonus because it was an expensive piece of work. All of the labour and artistry put into such a magnificent design.

Returning back to the apartment that afternoon just before dinner, having told Sydni early that morning he'd be gone all day, he removed his jacket carefully. The ride back had been worrisome, though he knew his new portrait would not be worried from his loose shirt. He had more faith in the people who did the job than that. And he had experience himself. In addition to the new ink staining his back, he had added another yellow star to his arm earlier in the week. It fit in so well with the others it was like it had never been out of place. Fenrir may have enjoyed knowing that he had a place to belong, even if it was in memory amongst fallen comrades upon Mikhail's arm. As always, he'd done that job himself.

"Sydni," called the Russian as he hung his coat on a hanger. Between his back hurting and not wanting to stretch the skin and his failing vision, he nearly missed the rack. Fortunately, he did not. "I am back."

Who: Sydni and Mikhail

What: A proposal

When: Morning

Where: California


( When take Molly on walk? )

Who: Sydni and Mikhail, and the rents
What: Mikhail has a big question
Where: Sydni's parents home in CA
When: Wednesday

Who: Mikhail and Sydni
What: Being adorably sickening, what else
When: Evening
Where: Mikhail's apartment

Who: Sydni and Mikhail
What:  Sydni's scared and needs some cuddling
When: Evening
Where: Mikhail's room

Sydni was sometimes still surprised at what she could do as a lycan sometimes.  Namely, lifting the crate, normally at least a two person job, was near effortless.  Holding Molly's leash in one hand, her other gripped the crate securely.  She already had plenty of clothes at Mikhail's place, so she had no reason to carry another bag.  Molly was excited - she'd never stayed overnight at Mikhail's, and while she didn't quite know that that was happening, she did know her 'human' was carrying her crate, so this was a trip!

While the crate was not all that heavy, it was awkward, and she had to kick the door in place of knocking.  "Mikhail," she called softly.  As soon as the door opened, she dropped both important items and threw her arms around her lover.  Burying her head in the crook of his neck, she wanted to know everything ok.  And when she was in his arms, it always felt like that.

Who: Sydni and Mikhail
What: BEST NEWS EVER
Where: Mikhail's Room
When: Late
Rating: Adult

Sydni had started off the day badly.  Very badly.  Her father had called her at 5 am to tell her he was in town.  What?!  It had taken her a few minutes to even figure out that he meant literally, in town, at the airport waiting for her to pick him up.  It was so crazy she was certain the entire ride there that he was not actually going to be there.  She thought she was going crazy.  But he <i>was</i> there, and he looked... ecstatic?

It didn't take long for Sydni to find out why, and she burst into tears, laughing at the same time.  She had to hug her dad because her legs couldn't hold her.  The brunette was not the type to just take off for a day, but she spent the entire day with her father, in Boston.  She turned off her phone, except when she was talking to her mom.  She couldn't make it because the cost for two tickets was too much, but Sydni knew she'd go home for Christmas.  Hopefully, Mikhail would like to come, too.

Reluctantly, she returned her father to the airport late that evening.  Two 7 hour flights for a 12 hour visit?  Yeah, it was only worth it this one time.  But it was totally worth it.  Sad as she was to see her father go, the lycan couldn't stop fidgeting on the ride back.  She couldn't wait to tell Mikhail.  She'd dialed his number more than once, but this was something she had to say in person.

Finally arriving at her destination, she practically flew up to his room, knocking when she discovered the door was locked.  Geez...  It was late.  But Sydni didn't care.  She would knock until he got up.  And as soon as he opened the door, she lept into his arms, hooking her legs around his hips, and planting a <i>very</i> passionate kiss on him.  She was so overwhelmed, she could taste salty tears in the kiss.  But they were happy tears.  "I have awesome news," she murmured, when she finally took a breath.

Who: Sydni and Mikhail
What:  A revelation and a romance
Where:  Mikhail's Office
When:  Afternoon

Who: Sydni (guest appearance by Mikhail)
Where: Sydni's dreams (and past life???)
When: Late (WWII Russia)
What:  Sydni dreams about things gone by

[NOTE: This is just a dream - neither Sydni nor Mikhail can travel dreams.]

Who: Mikhail, Sydni
When: All day
Where: Boston Center
What: The two take the T into Boston to shop, have root beer floats, and enjoy some delicious pizza (best in the North End~)
Warning: May contain some fluff

( Do realize impossible not be hot if wet, yes? Warm clothes pointless. )

Who: Mikhail
When: Middle of the night
Where: His dreams
What: Mikhail has a telling dream

( That was bullshit. )

Who: Mikhail, Sydni
What: Computer issues and kind chatting
When: Mid afternoon
Where: Sydni's office

( English is. . .not so good. )