Vasily Markov - Wild Thing (prestupnik) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-02-14 12:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~sinjin holt, ~vasily markov |
Who: Sin & Vasily
When: Flashback Early 2017
Where: Leisure Room
Rating: Low/language
Status: Complete
It was very tempting for Sinjin to go and hide in the kitchen after a particularly awful training session, leaving his eyes and head aching and the sunglasses perched on his nose. That alone was a dead giveaway that ‘Rogue’ had himself a bad day, wearing the sunglasses inside. But he was stubborn so instead he plopped down in the corner of a sofa Vasily occupied.
“I will owe you big time if you tell people who come too close to be quiet because I’m asleep,” Sinjin muttered as he slumped down some. Not even attempting to be all social. Nope, today Sin was grumpy.
The Russian had found a quiet place and instead of watching tv or playing a game he was reading. It was one of the few personal items he had, and not the first time he'd read it. It was a book of poetry by Valery Pereleshin, in Russian of course as it was a birthday gift from his wife. He sighed softly when he felt someone sit beside him and looked up to see the blonde man looking quite ‘beat up’. “Are you planning on sleeping?” Vasily asked, resting the book on his chest, his accent thick. “Or just seating quiet?”
Some of Sinjin’s deadpan look was lost since the sunglasses obscured part of his face. However, when he spoke, the tone clearly conveyed it. “I’m going to sit here and annoy the fuck out of you and hope you will put me out of my misery at some point.”
Sin almost rolled his eyes, but winced quickly as he began to and stopped the motion. He hated flash-bang grenades something fierce.
Vasily chuckled a little, if the other man only knew who he was really talking to. Granted He didn't kill for the hell of it, or because someone was annoying. His kills were jobs, never personal. “Even eaf I vanted to I am sure dey vould find vay to prevent eat.” He commented, turning his book up and finding the place he'd stopped. “Dey are good dat vay.”
“You’re not trying hard enough then,” Sin said with a sigh as he slumped a bit so his head could rest against the back of the sofa. He should go to the kitchen, but he didn’t want Mira or others thinking he was too fond of her. Or his room, but that would be admitting he couldn’t handle his training and what they threw at him. Just… a little longer.
“What they are, are bastards.”
“Dat I can agree to.” Vasily said with a nod. After his last and final escape attempt they finally used his family to keep in line. So, he became a ‘good agent’, just for the chance to see his kid. “You can not podstrekat… er, goad me.” He chuckled. “You vill just have to suck eat.” With a shake of his head Vasily quickly corrected himself. “Suck eat up.” He chuckled slightly. “Sorry, I am geating used to English all time still. Eat eas very annoying.”
It was so very easy to tell the guy wasn’t a native English speaker from the moment Vasily opened his mouth. Still, nothing prepared Sinjin for the little slip up. His lips parted, hand raising up as soon as he heard it. As Vasily corrected himself Sinjin just shook his head and raised a hand to slip up under his glasses and cover his eyes as he tried in vain to stifle his laughter. The laughter didn’t help his head.
“Shit, Vas, if you want head you’ll have to wait a bit.” his laughter became a chuckle as he rubbed at his now closed eyes. “Ah, shit, man…”
Eyes narrowed slightly as he shook his head. “Vat makes you think you are my type?” He asked with a smirk. Vasily didn't actually have a type- at least he didn't think he did. Then again, he hadn't really had the luxury of choice before. There were very limited options when what you wanted was illegal. “You know eaf you go to medical you can get someting to help vith dat.”
“Because even while feeling like someone took a sledgehammer to my brain, I’m still one sexy ass motherfucker. It’s ok, you can admit to how irresistible I am.” Sin smirked right back at Vasily. Good banter was always… good to have.
“It’s ok, Mother Hen. I’m no stranger to this. Just gotta wait for it to kick in.” He gave a dismissive wave of his hand.
“Mozhet byt.” ‘Maybe,’ He said softly to the comment about being irresistible. “Vat deed dey do? Or eas eat more, how bad deed you mess up?” Vasya smirked knowing sometimes the wrong mistake in a sin could knock you hard on your ass.
Sinjin let the Russian words pass by without comment. He didn’t understand, but that was likely the point. If Vasily did want him to understand he’d repeat it in English and Sin wasn’t too worried about it. The inquiries, though? That got a reply in the form of Vasily getting flipped the bird.
“They’re sadistic assholes.”
“Ty khochesh.” Vasily chuckled, ‘You wish’ to the bird. “Dey are also making sure you do not die ean field.” He said with an arched brow. “Eat could be vorse. You could have gone against me.” He'd started playing ‘capture the flag’ against Umbra and she'd commented on more than one instance that it felt like being in a slasher film sometimes. Constantly on alert and on the run from a dangerous wild animal.
Sinjin couldn't help but smirk a bit. Picturing a sparring session with the man as he stretched a bit and got more comfortable. “I don't know about that. Could have interesting consequences. I do like a good fight.”
“Oh eat eas no fight. Eat eas hunt.” He smirked, not looking up from his book. Vasily was a predator after all- not in the creepy sexual way.
Enough time had passed by then that the pills Sinjin had taken were kicking in. Making it feel less like a sledgehammer in his head. So Sinjin tested by lifting his sunglasses and was pleased there was no increased throbbing. Small favors. Shifting a bit in his slumped position he gave Vasily a cocky smirk.
“Bring it on.” As much as Sin enjoyed a good one-on-one straight up sparring match, he also rather enjoyed putting his vision and stealthy skills to the test. Any challenge was a good one.
“I can talk to da handlers and have it arranged. Eaf dat eas vat you vant.” Vasily advised, looking up from his book. “Geat dem to turn off…” he raised his wrist with his new cuff. The dark steel item had become his newest accessory. “Dis and ve are on.”
“Hell yeah. You’re on,” Sin said, holding out a hand to shake on it. “So, what’re you reading?” He indicated, not too bothered by the fact he was bothering Vasily. The man would tell him to shut up if he was too annoyed, Sin was sure.
Vasily firmly shook the man’s hand. “Eat eas book of sonnets.” The Russian replied. “Ariel by Valery Pereleshin.”
“Sonnets…” Sinjin said in a slow tone. “That’s, like, Shakespeare's plays?” Sinjin then winced at his own words. “I so just sounded ignorant., didn't I?”
Vasya chuckled, shaking his head slowly. “Shakes-pear vrote sonnets da, but dey are type uf poetry, not plays.” He clarified. “I vould offer to read, but I do not think you vould understand.”
“That’s alright. I definitely won't understand. But if you so feel the need to do so, I won’t stop ya.” Plays… sonnets… poems… Sin never considered himself much of an idiot, but did he ever feel uncultured right about now.
The Russian smiled and mentally translated as he spoke.
“When they used to say to me in childhood,
In those days when successes were big:
“Here, pick the one you like: either
The merry top, or the ball.
Which one strikes your fancy?”
I – O blest simplicity! –
Would smile at that whole enterprise,
And answer: “This one, and that one too.”
When I was a youth they offered me
The free choice: gain for yourself
This day’s happiness – or
Win honor in your studies.
With inexperience you’re in the dark,
But without happiness life is nothing,
And when I’d thought it over, I answered
As I had before: “This one, and that one too.”
In those hours when the soul was divided
More than once did I repeat:
“Choose the moment of joy at the cost of hell,
Or at the cost of grief take paradise.”
But paradise and the joys of earth
Equally entice when hunger is great,
And that is why I repudiated or
In the name of joyous and.”
He glanced up to the other man with an arched brow. “Eat sounds better ean Russian I think.” Though Vasily was a bit biased.
Sinjin didn’t honestly think that Vasily would read out the poem-sonnet… thing. So he was very surprised when he did, and then went further to translate it. Sin shifted a bit in his seat, sitting up a bit more as Vasily read, glad he wore jeans to a degree and not something else more revealing. The guy had a good voice, so sue him.
“Not too sure, but that sounded a lot like wanting to eat your cake and have it too…?” Sinjin wasn’t all that sure if he got that right. Was even a bit worried. Sin knew he wasn’t the most booksmart.
A small laugh escaped him. “Eat eas not too far off. Eat eas about choices. Thing dat you grow up vith dat shape you. And thing dat society vill tell you is vrong but bring you joy. So enjoy life now and find punishment in afterlife or give up joy and live in grief and enjoy paradise in afterlife.” Vasily said, having had the same debate himself. “And he eas question vy you need to choose.”
Close, Sinjin would take that. Better than being wrong. But then as Vasily went on to explain the deeper meaning behind the sonnet, Sin got to thinking. Yeah, he could understand that. While the whole being gay thing was an issue at one point, it had taken a backseat to the other struggles in his life. The struggle of being a Super, liking and enjoying that he is and… the need for freedom. There had been a struggle for his entire family. One that ended in punishment and where he now was.
“No one should have to choose. Yet…” He shrugged a bit, then shook his head. “Life sucks. What did you have to choose between? Or, what did others think you had to choose between?”
Absently his thumb ran over his gold wedding band. His wife knew of his preference for men. She’d known when they’d started going out. She’d been a cover for him who he did love and let him indulge in secret. Of course in Russia it was illegal and even if it wasn’t the brotherhood frowned upon it. But since coming to Limbo he was given a chance to be more open. He hadn’t quite gotten there yet, he didn’t share a lot about himself to begin with. But he was slowly learning that there were some things he didn’t need to keep secret. “I think ve all have had thing to chose between.” Vasily stated. “I chose my Annia. And to be good son and be vat eas expected.”
Sin studied the other man carefully a moment. “Did you choose Joy and Hell or Grief and Paradise?”
Vasily smiled knowingly, as if recalling something amusing. “I thought I chose Grief, but in my choice I have bean allowed a little joy.” He answered. Granted now he had other choices, serve a foreign government in a secret program, or fight back and never see his son again. Life liked to give hard choices.
“Glad you got some joy out of it then.” Sin said with a little bit of a smile. He then motioned to the book again. “Well, got any other good ones in there?”