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username: WanSham |
name: Krisoffer Stroskin|
gender: Male |
nationality: Norwegian | ★
Italic is translated from Russian. Bold is Translated from Norwegian.Ivan &
Damin belong to WanSham
The alleyway was dank, and musty. The only thing keeping it out of claws of the dark was a faint streetlight. Nothing moved, except for the drifting snow. The peaceful silence of a light buzzing and snowflakes hitting the ground was drowned out by small pitter patters of feet. One step after another filled the air. Huffing and clouds rustled in the alley, hitting the walls like rocks. They where small, no more than 7. Their coat was drenched in mud, along with their scarf. If one word was used to describe them, it was desperate. Being lost was no easy task, especially when your seven. They stopped, crouching below the faint light and sitting, dragging their feet close to them. The ground was cold, but it was all they had. Tears began to stream down their face unwillingly, before they were covered. The sobs held in hurt, allow their body to shake, violently. "
Where a-am I?." They sputtered out, inhaling and exhaling quietly.
Thick and heavy boots reined from the street, along with a conversion held in Russian. "
Don't you think we should at least try to talk to the person before killing him?" one asked, their voice cheery, but yet filled with psychotic sorrow. "
Stupid idea. He crossed the line, he deserves it." another rang out, only colder, much colder than the winter surrounding Krisoffer. He jolted up, backing away slowly. He wiped his tears on his small yellow jacket, but tripping over his clumsy and weak feet. A bang followed. The boots stopped in their tracks, becoming slower and slower as they neared. The cold voice started "
Who's there?" and the warm voice followed "
Are you okay?". Krisoffer couldn't help but tear up from the stress, his gasps for air was heard by the walking couple. They jogged toward the alleyway, scaring Kris into hiding. He clumsily darted behind trashcans, but was easily seen. They were difficult to see, but he could tell the warm voice from the cold one. "
Oh my, are you okay?" the tall, and blurry figure asked. Krisoffer didn't understand Russian, and doubted they knew Norwegian, so he gently asked them in the little English that he knew. "Help?" he asked, his accent cracking under his tears.
The shorter one, what Krisoffer suspected to be the cold voice, spoke. "Are you okay? Where is parents? You are Norwegian yes?" he asked, bending down and moving the trashcans. The large purple figure reached down, and
picked up Krisoffer without hesitation. He immediately freaked out, bawling and pushing away from Ivan. "Nei! Gå vekk! Du er skumle!" he said, attempting to remove Ivan's arm. "I do not know Norwegian, stick to English yes?" Ivan said. Krisoffer was pulled into Ivan's chest, allowing Ivan to swattle him in his scarf and his arms. Krisoffer was horrified, but warm. He sat in Ivan's arms and sniffled, shaking quietly. "Parents, where?" Damin asked, standing on his tip-toes to look at Krisoffer. "I-I don't know. B-Bang." He stuttered out, gripping onto Ivan. Damin sucked in a deep breath of air after those words were let out. He walked away from the two as Ivan babied Krisoffer, bouncing him lightly while gently brushing his hair with his cold, gloved fingers. "So dead then." Damin said, rubbing his head with his hand. Krisoffer sobbed louder after Damin spoke. "Shush, it will be fine, yeah?" Ivan cooed. "We will get you warm place. It will be good." Ivan continued to whisper. He pulled Krisoffer closer to him, wiping the tears from this red face with his finger. The smooth yet rugged leather glove dragged across his face. Krisoffer pulled his hands from his grip from Ivan's scarf and he began to wipe his face.
Damin was pacing the alley, stealing glances from Krisoffer. "
What do we do? We can not leave it here" Damin said, walking towards Krisoffer and Ivan. Ivan looked down to Krisoffer then back to Damin. "
Can we keep him?" Ivan asked, opening his mouth in a smile. Damin's face grew cold and pale. "
Ivan, we have no idea how to raise a child! Not to mention it to protect what we do." Damin stated. Krisoffer was confused, but he loved the warmth of Ivan's jacket, and the cool touch of his gloves. But he was scared, he didn't want to be left alone again. He snuggled closer to Ivan, tightening his hold on Ivan's coat. "
Please Damin. It is cold, wet, and lonely. Is this not sound like a little boy, I used to know?" Ivan said, hugging Krisoffer while looking at Damin."
Fine! We can keep him. But it's your responsibility" Damin said, point at Ivan and walking towards the exit of the alley way.Ivan beamed and picked Krisoffer closer to him, trotting towards Damin. Ivan picked his head up and looked to Krisoffer. "Name? I am Ivan Banenia." He said softly. "Krisoffer." He said back. "Yes? That is Damin." Ivan said, lifting Krisoffer so he could see Damin. "Mmph" Krisoffer grumbled, his eyes slowly becoming heavier and heavier before they fell.
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Krisoffer woke up in a blur, but he could fell the warmth of the sun. The fresh hotel bed was shunned away by a large white jacket. The steady breaths of a person was felt through the sliky insides of the coat. Krisoffer lifted up his head to see where he was. But was stopped when he looked at the face of the sleeping giant. A large, metal muzzle hanged on his face. Krisoffer jolted, but was swooped up by Damin. "Do not talk. Don't wake him." He said coolly. Krisoffer nodded his head, looking around him. "You stay with us now." Damin said, setting Krisoffer down on the bed. "We do not do good things. We are not the good guys." Damin said, sitting next to him. "But we will still love you." Krisoffer looked to Damin then at the ground. "Okay."
X, X, X by me
X by Chicaa
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