PAIRING: Romania x Russia / Vincent x Ivan
PROMPT: DEPTH - Ivan had yet to find out what had happened to his lover to make him the way he was, or if he had just been created this way, because he was still stuck on the shallow surface.
RATING: T
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So this is the start of a ten word prompt I'm going to try out, using my own character, Vincent (Romania) and Ivan. I had a story up with Vincent and Ivan earlier but took it down because I didn't like it. xD This is mostly to get them out there again because I love them, and because I'm trying to get up my muse to write the story for them again. Enjoy!
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01. DEPTH
On dreary mornings, since Vincent moved in with him, Ivan would sit in the living room next to a tiny fire and watch as the Slavic nation read. It was one of the few times during the day that Vincent would be peaceful, when he wasn't prone to violent tempers. There was no lie in saying that Ivan was in love with Vincent; it was just that it was sometimes hard to love the Romanian when he was threatening to throw a vase at him.
Yes, there were, in fact, many things that Ivan adored about Vincent. He loved the way that Vincent's hair was so long now, and how he would pull it back but if Ivan asked nicely he would leave it down. He loved the color of Vincent's eyes; they were the color of blood, but when he looked at them he only saw rubies, gems. He loved the way his lips would tilt upward in a soft smile when he looked at Ivan and the way he would say, "Vanya, come here." And he especially loved the way he would have Ivan sit in front of him on the floor, and he would run his fingers through the Russian's hair affectionately while murmuring and reading his book.
There was always, always more to Vincent, and that's what Ivan loved the most. Every day he was finding out something new. There was no end to the depth that Vincent's soul, or whatever was left of it, had. Layers and layers rested beneath the Romanian's carefully manicured façade. Even though Vincent was most attentive to Ivan and himself, and extremely intelligent, he had yet to realize that Ivan could see past his violent and beautiful and horrifying exterior to find that Vincent was still a child. The Russian had yet to find out what had happened to his lover to make him the way he was, or if he had just been created this way, because he was still stuck on the shallow surface.
As Ivan watched Vincent, polite and quiet and soft, he knew he still had leagues to go. He feared that maybe, maybe Vincent's depth was so great, he might never get to the bottom.