В тесноте́, да не в оби́де

Dedicated to @Roman Konstantin  
DATE & TIME | July the 2nd, 2022 around 15.18 PM
LOCATION | Small two bedroom apartment near the town square
ATTIRE | Link
OTHER | Timofey hex: #3366ff - Feel free to use him



“I swear to all the gods and monsters ever mentioned if you are...” Not even bothered to knock, Fleur had entered the apartment and steered straight into the roughly furnished living room. The words caught in her throat at the sight of the non-recognizable face, making her to a complete stop halfway through the door. “Well, Take your shot, Funboy. You got me dead bang.” She noted with a glint in her eyes. Openly letting her gaze run over him before turning it around, looking for a more familiar face “Timofey? Vy ne upomyanuli, chto vash drug milyy.” She called out, preceding walking towards the kitchen and dropping her bag at the foot of the couch on the way. Almost colliding with Timofey coming out of the kitchenette forcing Fleur to take a step back. “Solovyova,” Timofey saluted with a half-smile “Vstretit'sya Roman,” Lifting one beer holding-hand against Roman before taunting leaning down close to her ear “From Russia.” He added in a half-hearted whisper, “Roman, skazat' privet Fleur.” Grinning as he straightened himself and addressed the third part of the party while Fleur, back turned against Roman, mouthed a resentful "Your bastard" at Timofey.

Outfit

Roman had gotten to know Timofey after getting to Athena. He thought it was nice to be around people, who understood his native language. It got so bothersome having to translate every thought in your head before speaking. He was just hanging out with him. Timofey had talked about his friend Fleur, who also spoke the language. Roman was open for meeting her at one time, but he would just have to see what happened.
Roman looked to the girl who came in to the apartment, stopping completely when she saw him. He gathered she didn’t expect him to speak Russian, when she complimented his looks. He looked away with a slight smirk om his lips. Once the smirk hand disappeared, he looked at her again. He hard how Timofey whispered to her, that he was from Russia. He didn’t know if she was going to be embarrassed or not, but he would have some fun no matter what. He put a hand forward. ”Roman. And yes, I am good-looking.” He knew it very well and was not afraid to voice it.

Fleur had rarely been genuinely offended by some friendly banter, and even when she took her time scowling at Timofey, it didn't take long for a smile to twitch across her features. Ultimately, she didn't regret or feel embarrassed about her blandishment of Roman; she had only stated the obvious. She might not have addressed it directly towards him, but it didn't change the fact that he was easy on the eyes. Would it have been nice to know he spoke Russian? Yes. Did it bother her not to know before agreeing to meet Mr. Bright eye? No.

Turning around, she faced Roman taking his hand with a delicate but firm handshake “It's hard not to appreciate the confidence, but I sure hope you are more than your look.” She enticed, with her head slightly askew and brow raised “Coffee-talk is such a dry and unexciting way to get to know each other.” Fleur did not doubt in her mind that he could easily be trouble. Convinced that a teasing "I dare you." could easily ignite his blue eyes in the most marvellous way.
Smiling smugly, she loosened her grip and let go of his hand.

Roman would have dialed down, if she seemed to be embarrassed about what happened. But it didn’t seem to bother her one bit, which was admirable. People usually got so wrapped in their own head, they couldn’t let go of things. He was already intrigued by her, but there was still a lot to learn about her. Hopefully he would be given such a chance. Her being beautiful was a definite plus, but her speaking Russian mattered so much more. He would be able to be much more himself, when he could speak his native language.
”That depends what you intend to use me for.” He was more than just his looks, clearly. However it had been how he gotten by for a long time. He had used his looks as a shield to keep people from getting close to him. People would always expect something from you, depending on how you looked. He had lived up to those expectations, so he wouldn’t have to show his real self to most people. It was just easier that way. "Any suggestions, then?"

//Unless otherwise stated, the speech in this topic, will be done in Russian//

“Careful with what you ask for, Roman.” Timofey warned, leaning against the doorframe between the kitchen and living room “With her, the sky is the limit, and she'll match your daredevilry if given a chance.” A beer neck pointing to Fleur as he spoke of her, making her roll her eyes. “Don't mind him; he is just bitter that he had to chicken out more than once.” She shrugged elaborately “Besides, fortune favors the bold, right?” She confessed shyly, seeing no point in denying it. For years, Fleur tried to escape any boredom to keep her mind occupied all the time. She had found it the easiest way to retain bad memories from ever reaching the edge of her mind.
She raised her gaze to meet Roman's eyes “How about we leave Debbie Downer, and I'll show you around town?” Brows raised ad she awaited his answer. As the saying went, three's a crowd, and it certainly felt that way at the moment. Besides, she was genuinely interested in getting to know Roman without Timofey interfering.

Roman looked over at Timofey. He almost seemed worried, but Roman didn’t see any need to. She could not be that bad. He smirked slightly, when Fleur mentioned Timofey had chickened out. He could imagine it. He liked the guy, but he didn’t seem that adventurous and bold. ”That’s my experience,” he said and looked over at Timofey once more. He wondered why he hadn’t introduced him and Fleur right away. They seemed to be so similar. But perhaps that was why. They would likely just magnify each other, which could become a dangerous feast. But at least it would be fun. He walked over to Timofey and gave his shoulder a light pat. ”Don’t wait up,” he said with a slight teasing look in his eyes, before he moved over to Fleur. ”I’ll follow your lead.”

Timofey had had all the right reasons not to introduce the vampire to his friend. Not that she had any intentions of turning or even feasting on Roman - at least not without consent. For weeks, whenever he had been around Fleur, Timofey had purposely avoided mentioning the young Russian before by accidentally letting his name slip. After that, she kept pushing until he eventually gave in, allowing them to meet, on one condition that Fleur assured not to say anything about her being a thousand-old vampire or the actual existence of any other magical creatures.

Still not too fond of the idea of them running around together, Timofey drew his brow closely together before finally accepting fate “Fine,” He sighed inaudibly, turning his head in the direction of Fleur “But I'm not bailing you out if the police get involved.” Giving her a sharp stare.
“Don't worry. I'll bring him back.” Fleur placidly replied, with an underlying eventually. Grabbing Roman by the wrist, she carefully hauled him towards the door, catching the bag on the way.

As soon as they reached the street, ponds of aquamarine curiosity turned to look at Roman, trying to meet his eyes “So tell me, Funboy, why did you leave Russia?” Maybe he was on the run from something or someone or just in need of a place to crash. Not that it mattered if it was the first or former, they had time to kill, and Fleur was interested in getting to know him as she led him down the sidewalk.

Roman had no idea Timofey had been so hesitant to let him meet Fleur. If he had, he might not have agreed to it. Fleur seemed like fun, but Timofey was his friend first. His eyes got a mischievous glimmer, when Timofey mentioned being bailed out. ”The night isn’t fun, unless the police get’s involved,” he claimed, before he was grabbed by Fleur. He started moving with her. ”Later, Tim,” he yelled, before the door was closed behind him.

Roman gazed around the street, before finally looking at her, seeing the curiosity clearly. He was not very fond of speaking of his time in Russia. A lot had happened and some of it he didn’t even remember. He had wondered if he should try and remember, but there was probably a reason why he didn’t. ”Do you want the short or long version?” No matter what, he would not tell everything. He might tell her more than he told most, only because he felt more comfortable talking in Russian. It was easier to express things this way. But he was still a private person and talking in length of all the shit he had been through, was only going to happen to a person he trusted fully. Fleur seemed like fun, but there was a long way for trust to be established