Mikhail Nikoli Dmitriv (mister_ink) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-03-08 22:16:00 |
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Wednesday 3/10/07
Who: Mikhail
When: Middle of the night
Where: His dreams
What: Mikhail has a telling dream
Sleep was a tired man's best friend. Sleep was something most people could grab hold of and keep close to them until the morning rays of sun shone on them through a window. Mikhail slept on his back on his bed, arms thrown above his head as he lay comfortably. He was dreaming, the only signal the way his eyes flicked back and forth in R.E.M. The dream started out like nothing, just a blank mind until the real story started. . .
Standing outside in the courtyard, Mikhail was speaking with Heather. What they were saying would not be remembered later, if ever heard in the first place. Their mouths were moving, as were hands and nodding heads. Probably discussing the ethics of teaching beast control. Mikhail always had conversations in his mind about what he would say to Heather when he sat down to speak with her, but in the end he decided that it wasn't his place to tell her how to teach her class. When they paused in their conversation, Mikhail looked up to see Sydni walking around the side of a building.
She wasn't alone.
She was with Fenrir.
Kissing Fenrir.
Even in his sleep, Mikhail could feel a certain jealousy and rage rise up in him as he saw the two talking. Sydni was laughing. Was she happy? If so, why? That man had caused her nothing but pain, even with his apology. Why were they together? This didn't make any sense and Mikhail tore forward without a rational thought in his dream-self's mind. A hand reached out and grabbed Fenrir by the throat, pushing him back and sending him onto the cement. Anger then rose up in that man as well, he diving at his assailant. They tumbled for a moment before Mikhail got to his feet, a howl ripping from his throat as he shifted from man to wolf. He bi-passed the usual state he took, half man and half wolf, to stand before Fenrir on all fours.
They were on equal footing.
He charged, a snarl coming from him as Fenrir shifted quickly into a wolf and met him head on. Neither of the women watching did anything as the two bit and clawed at one another. Fur flew, blood dripped to the ground, and whimpers were released at particularly painful intervals. Most of the dream then came in a blur, Fenrir taking a last snap at Mikhail before the man woke up in his bed.
The dream felt as though it had lasted hours, despite the fact it could have been mere minutes or seconds in the mind's reality. Sweat had begun to form on Mikhail's brow in his sleep. He wiped it away with the back of a hand, leaning forward to put his arms upon his raised knees. In Russian his mind whirled, trying to figure out what in the world had brought about that curious dream. He was not any sort of doctor, he didn't understand the brain. But he did know one thing that made him terribly uncomfortable; he was jealous. It concerned him because he felt he had no reason to be jealous of Fenrir. Sure, the man could shift into a full wolf, but that didn't mean anything.
Except that everything that werewolf said was right. If he stuck around during a full moon, he could have any female he wanted. Mikhail didn't like the idea of that, either. Sydni was. . .his.
But she wasn't.
The Russian stared out the nearest window at the tired moon that was slowly being dimmed by the rising sun. He wasn't about to get back to sleep now. Getting up, he walked into the small kitchenette and made himself some coffee, a hand rubbing over his bare, flat stomach. "что фигня."*
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Rough Russian translation of "That was bullshit."