Drawing Them Makes Me Feel Like I'm Back To 2012 When Damnation First Released.

Not all that cold

“You want anything from the sweets stand?”

Buddy looked up at Leon as if the American had just suggested to take a ride on the children’s merry-go-round – which probably was only a matter of time before he did.

“No thanks, I’m good.”

Leon shrugged and strolled off, leaving Buddy and his wheelchair next to the large Christmas tree that was the literal highlight of the small Christmas market. Buddy rubbed his cold hands together as he gazed up at the sparkling electric candles that illuminated the tree. The Slav was glad that there weren’t as many people around. Not only did he enjoy the quiet, it was also much easier to navigate the narrow aisles. And although he didn’t really need Leon pushing him, when the blond had insisted right from the very beginning, Buddy couldn’t really say anything against it – he was pretty sure Leon would have done it even if Buddy would have continued complaining. Still, deep inside he was glad for the offer; his hands were freezing enough as it was, even with gloves on – which he had also borrowed from the blond. Buddy smiled to himself. He couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed and spoiled, but most of all he felt happiness.

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Lmao fffuck it *puts him in another au once again

完全に同意します。

I want to have Alexander Kozachenko to pin me to the wall, look down at me as his eyes change from normal to that deep shade of red before forcefully kissing me.

Heh….i don’t post a lot anymore but I share this

RE: Damnation - в конце концов Part 2 Ouuguhgh what a fun ride this was @rerarepairmonth

自分がリブログしているか分かるように一言付けてリブログすることにしました。

Sasha getting adopted by a shabby tan stray kitty after the events of Damnation, that reminds him very much of that scrappy American with the gorgeous blue eyes. It sits in his lap every day as he wheels himself to the school building each morning. As if silently cheering on his efforts as he struggles up the daunting slope, it kneads against his lap and purrs affectionately. Tired and breathless, Sasha sets the brakes on his wheels and offers the scruffy little guy a gentle pet to his head. It takes a week, but after mentally calling the cat Leon in his mind, he starts beckoning to it aloud by that name. The cat seems to delight in this newfound moniker and purrs louder, almost as obnoxious as the enthusiastic declarations of his wild American.

Sasha takes great care in tending to the scrappy little feline. He discovers shortly after taking it in, while he gives it a proper bath, that it is littered in the marks of many past fights. It fears very little and clings to his arm when he indulges it's greedy demands for attention.

Weeks go by and Sasha finds this new feline friend helps ease the painful loneliness he was left in, in the aftermath of his losses. Even when that mad American had to go at the summons of his own government, Leon had looked at him with such lost eyes, reluctant to leave his bedside in the hospital. Sasha doesn't remember much of that parting except for that apologetic look and the feel of a warm hand overlapping his fingers.

Now, as he burrows those same fingers into the thick silky fur of his new little companion, he silently imagines this was what it may feel like to run his hands through the agent's hair. The comforting weight of the cat resting upon his chest as he goes to sleep each night, the threat of nightmares thwarted briefly by the steady purring presence nestled over his heart. He imagines Leon's head resting in the cat's place. He shines, and he clings tighter to the comforts the cat brings him because he knows he can never have the man he actually craves to hold in his arms again.

He tells himself this harsh truth night after agonizing night as he wakes from nightmares of the screech of lickers and the burning pain of parasites wrapped around his spine. Of the heavy thundering footfalls of super tyrants and the distant gunfire of dying resistance fighters slowly being drawn to a terrifying silence.

The cat greets him, with a fuzzy face pressed against his cheek as that steady rumble of purring and soft paws knead his chest, trying to calm the jack rabbit pulse of his heart skipping painfully against his ribcage. Sasha calls out the agent's name, with tearful eyes and a choked off voice strangling each sound. Leon the cat answers with a mrrp, and continues to comfort the war weary man.

Months go by, and Sasha's yearning for companionship has been numbed by the busy schedules of school life and the rejuvenating smiles of his students eagerly attending his classes every day. The cat has quickly become a fixture in his classroom, always seated in his lap as Sasha scratches chalk across the blackboard as he details that weekend's homework for his students. He is almost finished when the cat leaps away from his lap in a sudden surge of activity only previously seen when pouncing upon unsuspecting mice.

"Leon!" Sasha cries out, alarmed by the bolting flash of golden fur. The classroom door swung open in his peripheral as the teacher tries to redirect his chair to face the fleeing feline. His quiet curse goes silent in his tongue, knowing better than to utter such words aloud in front of the children. His eyes fix on the figure of a man who dared to disrupt his class without even bothering to have the courtesy of knocking first. The snap of a reprimand balances on his tongue only to topple over like a clumsy tightrope walker.

"Leon?" It falls from his lips in a gasp. The blue eyed agent stands before him, his lean figure filling the entrance of the classroom as agile hands hold his feline counterpart securely in his grasp.

A sideways smile greets Sasha fondly as the agent quips. "Sorry I'm late, Mr. Kozachenko. I hope you won't mark me tardy for class."

(Had this cute thought and wanted to share it with you for some extra fluff in your day.)

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I lov this so much dude and god that lil payoff at the end got me pogging out of my mind. It reminds me of this neighborhood stray cat that would visit my house often, and funnily enough I call him Sasha! Genuinely this is amazing, thank you for sharing <33

Once they're back in inside, tension Sasha didn't realize was there before skowly begins bleeding from his shoulders. He can feel exhaustion creep in bit by bit, the day taking its toll after weeks of him not doing much aside from occasional physical therapy and otherwise resting in bed. He almsot finds himself missing the naps he was able to take throughout the days in the hospital before, even though at the time he'd more often than not been frustrated by the lack of anything else to do.

The task at hand seems daunting in comparison, and thus it doesn't take much for him to convince himself to accept Leon's offer of help. Although, as it turns out, Leon isn't particularly helpful half of the time, because the moment he is done chopping his part of the vegetables he begins stealing stuff from Sasha's chopping board to munch on, giving him that cheeky grin Sasha's become irritatedly fond of as of late when he narrows his eyes at him in turn. "Would you stop that?" Sasha asks at some point and feels compelled to pinch Leon in the side when he, in fact, does not stop.

Leon also has a way of standing precisely infront of the cabinet Sasha needs to open at any given time, causing him to at some point simply put his hands on either side of Leon's hips while the other is mid sentence into telling a story and physically moving him out of the way when he doesn't get the hint of Sasha wheeling himself close in order to open a lower cabinet to find a pot to cook with.

"You are a menace." Sasha says gruffly when he gives Leon another nudge with the cabinet door as Leon still manages to be slightly in the way. He looks up at him then to find him suspiciously quiet all of the sudden, but after the day they've had and with Sasha slowly learning to navigate around Leon's way of purposely irritating him just to be contrary, it doesn't come out half as harsh as it might have on any other day. "Just go sit over there and look pretty, I can handle the rest myself."

Then he is forced to catch Leon's hand again, when he fails to swat at it in order to keep him from stealing yet another piece of vegetable. "Stop. It." He says once more, this time with more authority in his tone, the words coming out harsher without him really meaning to give them that much gravity. He is surprised when Leon actually backs down and he is able to extract the piece of carrot from his grasp. In turn, Leon seems just as confused by it as Sasha is, only to then have his other hand pick up a different piece of vegetable to put between his teeth, smiling around it.

Sasha sighs. "You're having far too much fun outmaneuvering a man in a wheelchair." He scoffs. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" He tries for a more serious tone, but he can't quite hide the upwards quirk of his lips at Leon's behavior, amusement far outweighing the annoyance of cooking with increased difficulty when Leon's eyes shine with such mischief.

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I've always thought his face was too cute, but wondered if that was just my bias.But this scene confirmed it for me. Eh... isn't he toooo pretty? This was the scene where I sensed something was

His face is so beautiful .......