A/N: This somehow came to be after a rather strange conversation with my younger sister and after looking at the artwork/comments of Vanushka on Tegaki. (Her art, may I add, is amazing).
When Ivan awakens to a strange, feathery sensation on his nose, he's not exactly sure what to think.
His mind is being swamped with lingering memories and soon-to-be-forgotten dreams, and his body is still struggling to move. Ivan swipes at the tickling but his large hand comes into contact with nothing, and the feeling stops momentarily. But as soon as his hand drops to the still warm sheets beneath him, the sensation returns.
Ivan's irritated now. He wants the feeling to just go away. It doesn't. It strikes him that he should just open his eyes and see what's happening and to maybe, possibly kill whatever is bothering him. But an unusual pressure in his stomach that distracts him momentarily from the tickling on his nose – Ivan's not certain at first but then he realizes that it's fear. Unnecessary fear, Ivan figures. He waits three heartbeats before letting his eyes flicker open.
And he screams.
Hysterically.
To see his beautiful younger sister perched on the edge of his bed is one thing. To have her stroking his nose is another. Natalya smiles prettily. "Good morning brother. Have I ever told you that you've got such a wonderfully masculine nose?"
No, she never had. And no, Ivan does not want to hear it.
He wastes no time in fleeing, and he, in a desperate feat to flee, lunges out of the window. His scarf trailing after him is the only sign that he had ever been there in the first place. Natalya stands.
Let the chase begin.