Allow me a sec to explain this random excerpt. The following take place outside of BR with a mostly separate plot line. W/o spoiling too much for future RPs and/ o article, here be the current events: after a series of events (I'm working in the whole story. Though mostly in my had only. I'm determined to finish BR before moving on!) Double Helix have discovered that Vika Vernadskaya (a.k.a. Czarina) if Alek's half sister (related through DNA of their mother). After a s-u-d-d-e-n battle, Vika finds sanctum in Mt. Justice in her brother's bedroom. And that's where this takes off. Enjoy, my pretties!
All italicized words are Russian.
Golden eyes stared at the constellations above. Not the real watchers of the galaxies, but nonetheless, the glow-in-the-dark stars brought a sort of peace to the restless girl. The precisely placed arrangements of Orion the Hunter, Canis Major, Lepus the lepre were a sweet reminder of home, but also brought the inevitable pain of homesickness.
Vika yearned for the scent of the salty ocean air, the tinkle of glass wind chimes aroused da a faint sea breeze. But here was not Rio de Janeiro, the city in which her papa and she had lived for the last 3 years.
Her cuore stuttered as the thought of the man who had raised her. His stern voice scolding Vika for a risky jump while hiking; his gentle arms around her, comforting her after being awakened da a dreadful dream. She had snuck away in the night a little più than a mese ago, leaving only a quickly scrawled note to promise to be careful and that she would return.
As the loneliness threatened to overwhelm the teenager, a soft murmur reminded her that she was not alone. Vika rolled onto her stomach for a better view of the secondo occupant of the bedroom.
Stretched out in the coverlet, a quilt pulled over his torso, the boy slept restlessly. His hair, as unnatural snowy white as her own, ruffled and Rapunzel - L'intreccio della torre as he tossed in his sleep as if fevered da a nightmare. A phrase escaped his lips, the desperate cry of a drowning man for his loved ones to save him. "Tara, moya printsessa, moya lyubov'." (Tara, my princess, my love.)
"Aleksander," she called softly, trying to pull the boy from the sea of nightmare. "Alek, awake!" She reached down her hand and brush tentative fingers over his bare arm.
"Rabotat!,"(Run!) the boy shouted; snapped awaked, jolted into a seating position, and grabbed Vika's wrist in a flash. Alek stared at the girl, who had Frozen in fear. His eyes, adopting a blue glow as he became fully awake, widened in horror and shock. He released her arm and scrambled back.
"V-Vika, I-I'm so sorry. I did not mean to-"
"Shush, moya brat (my brother),"she soothed. "You did not harm me. All is well." The words were not solely for him, for they also caused her pounding cuore to abate its effort of escaping the brief wave of panic that had swept through her chest. Alek lowered his head into his hands without responding. Vika slipped from the comforter and lowered herself onto the floor across from her brother. Having half-morphed into her secondo form in her state of fright, night-vision allowed her to make out the cold sweat slicking his skin.
"Would te like me to fetch Tara?" she asked softly.
"No!" Alek denied hastily, snapping his head up. He curled his hands into fists and lowered his voice, though not to an unkind tone, "I don't want to worry her. It was nothing but a nightmare. It would be selfish of me to concern her with an error she could not solve."
"You are not an error."
Alek ignored the remark and yawned theatrically. "I apologize for disturbing your rest, Vika. We should both get più rest before Nic and Declan request a segnala of tonight's events."
Before the girl could object -or tried one again to persuade him to take his own letto and she the floor- Alek laid back and turned away from her. With a sigh of defeat, the girl returned to the warmth of the duvet.
"Goodnight, sestrah," the boy murmured. Vika smiled in the dark as he verbally recognized her as his sister for the first time.
"Spokoynoy nochi, Aleksander."
A/N: Most translations come from Google, though I did get obtai one with the aid of MafiaYJ (thanx again for that!) I don't actually know Russian (though I do hope to learn it eventually).
All italicized words are Russian.
Golden eyes stared at the constellations above. Not the real watchers of the galaxies, but nonetheless, the glow-in-the-dark stars brought a sort of peace to the restless girl. The precisely placed arrangements of Orion the Hunter, Canis Major, Lepus the lepre were a sweet reminder of home, but also brought the inevitable pain of homesickness.
Vika yearned for the scent of the salty ocean air, the tinkle of glass wind chimes aroused da a faint sea breeze. But here was not Rio de Janeiro, the city in which her papa and she had lived for the last 3 years.
Her cuore stuttered as the thought of the man who had raised her. His stern voice scolding Vika for a risky jump while hiking; his gentle arms around her, comforting her after being awakened da a dreadful dream. She had snuck away in the night a little più than a mese ago, leaving only a quickly scrawled note to promise to be careful and that she would return.
As the loneliness threatened to overwhelm the teenager, a soft murmur reminded her that she was not alone. Vika rolled onto her stomach for a better view of the secondo occupant of the bedroom.
Stretched out in the coverlet, a quilt pulled over his torso, the boy slept restlessly. His hair, as unnatural snowy white as her own, ruffled and Rapunzel - L'intreccio della torre as he tossed in his sleep as if fevered da a nightmare. A phrase escaped his lips, the desperate cry of a drowning man for his loved ones to save him. "Tara, moya printsessa, moya lyubov'." (Tara, my princess, my love.)
"Aleksander," she called softly, trying to pull the boy from the sea of nightmare. "Alek, awake!" She reached down her hand and brush tentative fingers over his bare arm.
"Rabotat!,"(Run!) the boy shouted; snapped awaked, jolted into a seating position, and grabbed Vika's wrist in a flash. Alek stared at the girl, who had Frozen in fear. His eyes, adopting a blue glow as he became fully awake, widened in horror and shock. He released her arm and scrambled back.
"V-Vika, I-I'm so sorry. I did not mean to-"
"Shush, moya brat (my brother),"she soothed. "You did not harm me. All is well." The words were not solely for him, for they also caused her pounding cuore to abate its effort of escaping the brief wave of panic that had swept through her chest. Alek lowered his head into his hands without responding. Vika slipped from the comforter and lowered herself onto the floor across from her brother. Having half-morphed into her secondo form in her state of fright, night-vision allowed her to make out the cold sweat slicking his skin.
"Would te like me to fetch Tara?" she asked softly.
"No!" Alek denied hastily, snapping his head up. He curled his hands into fists and lowered his voice, though not to an unkind tone, "I don't want to worry her. It was nothing but a nightmare. It would be selfish of me to concern her with an error she could not solve."
"You are not an error."
Alek ignored the remark and yawned theatrically. "I apologize for disturbing your rest, Vika. We should both get più rest before Nic and Declan request a segnala of tonight's events."
Before the girl could object -or tried one again to persuade him to take his own letto and she the floor- Alek laid back and turned away from her. With a sigh of defeat, the girl returned to the warmth of the duvet.
"Goodnight, sestrah," the boy murmured. Vika smiled in the dark as he verbally recognized her as his sister for the first time.
"Spokoynoy nochi, Aleksander."
A/N: Most translations come from Google, though I did get obtai one with the aid of MafiaYJ (thanx again for that!) I don't actually know Russian (though I do hope to learn it eventually).
1. Make a really stupid joke that a 5 anno old might laugh at. Ex) knock-knock jokes, chicken crossing the road jokes.
2. Start recitazione like a little kid with her.
3. Shooting colored paintballs with a gun.
4. Falling down on purpose
5. Being afraid of an animal she turns into
6. Copying her
7. Sing Disney songs with her
8. Dance on the tavolo with her
9. Randomly start yelling about things that don’t make any sense
10. Babies
11. Bratz bambole (cause their feet are bigger than their heads)
12. Sponge Bob and Plankton Canto the F.U.N song
13. Jello (cause when te poke it, it wobbles like a hula girl)
14. GUMMY BEARS!!!!
15. Mel slapping people
16. Guys wearing Tuxedo T-shirts
17. Kittens
18. Guys striking out
19. Tom and Jerry (old not new)
20. Casper the Ghost
21. Smiling sun in cartoons
22. The word asparago, asparagi
23. Asking for frutta punch
24. Clowns
25. People saying they are going to kick another person’s butt
2. Start recitazione like a little kid with her.
3. Shooting colored paintballs with a gun.
4. Falling down on purpose
5. Being afraid of an animal she turns into
6. Copying her
7. Sing Disney songs with her
8. Dance on the tavolo with her
9. Randomly start yelling about things that don’t make any sense
10. Babies
11. Bratz bambole (cause their feet are bigger than their heads)
12. Sponge Bob and Plankton Canto the F.U.N song
13. Jello (cause when te poke it, it wobbles like a hula girl)
14. GUMMY BEARS!!!!
15. Mel slapping people
16. Guys wearing Tuxedo T-shirts
17. Kittens
18. Guys striking out
19. Tom and Jerry (old not new)
20. Casper the Ghost
21. Smiling sun in cartoons
22. The word asparago, asparagi
23. Asking for frutta punch
24. Clowns
25. People saying they are going to kick another person’s butt