[ Small thing in the shadows. Nikolai's eyes flickers towards the eyes that are on him. He's been doing what he's doing for far too long. Even months in Abax can't dull his instincts. He'd say that they have been sharpened, actually, for no reason but for the plain fact that there are more monsters there.
He recognises the eyes first. Bright blue they are, like colours out from paintings. Or balloons. Or Kirill's nieces' highlighters. He quirks his lips up. He recognises that face. It's a small face, on a small body, and there aren't many around that are that tiny. ]
Frodo.
[ He drawls out the name, pollutes it with his Russian accent, thick on his tongue. He looks at Frodo and he knows immediately that Frodo doesn't know him, because there's a peculiar look a person has, when they look at someone and sees another person's face.
But he doesn't say it. Just stands there, the name hovering in the air, smiling his small little smile. Nikolai takes a drag of his cigarette. Blows it towards Frodo's direction. ]
ohohohoho perfect. will be slow btw!
He recognises the eyes first. Bright blue they are, like colours out from paintings. Or balloons. Or Kirill's nieces' highlighters. He quirks his lips up. He recognises that face. It's a small face, on a small body, and there aren't many around that are that tiny. ]
Frodo.
[ He drawls out the name, pollutes it with his Russian accent, thick on his tongue. He looks at Frodo and he knows immediately that Frodo doesn't know him, because there's a peculiar look a person has, when they look at someone and sees another person's face.
But he doesn't say it. Just stands there, the name hovering in the air, smiling his small little smile. Nikolai takes a drag of his cigarette. Blows it towards Frodo's direction. ]