Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
"Pah, I can make you all the vodka you could want, you old drunk," He made no comment on Paris growing on him- the only reason he really bothered to spend time in the city, was so he could be close to his lover.
Once they came up on the old poster the functioned as the city's portkey, he took a firmer grip on the man's shoulder, reaching out to brush the picture with his hand. He cried out a little as he felt the by now familiar tug in his midsection, but it was only for the second, before the were stumbling against a wall in the little Russian town they had once called home.
"I will never quite enjoy that, I think," Coupled with the alcohol in his system, he was feeling a little dizzy, and turned to rest his upper back more fully against the wall, to stop the ground from lurching under him.