heir of grief | delilah

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IVAN
slav. "god is gracious"
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a son
a brother

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ALYOSHA, MY DEAR, MY ONLY SON, I'M AFRAID OF IVAN —

He was dreaming. He dreamt of the sea, again. This time, there was something in the water. It was a slender, feminine form that rippled and changed shape as the waves saw fit. All the temptations and devils that he had personified in his mind were male, so there was something different and alluring about this, but he could not understand why. Her soft voice murmured in his ears and he gasped, taking a step closer. And, he fell.

Ivan jolted awake with a gasp. A book fell and crashed to the ground in a loud thump, startling him out of his wits. His flanks heaved and his head burned. There was a crick in his neck that wouldn't go away after he twisted his head every which way. He took a moment to commit his vision to his memory. It was around month since he last saw his mother alive. He felt hollow and empty whenever he thought of her. Crying took up too much of his strength. He tried to go back to sleep, but he could never get comfortable enough and his eyelids felt like sticky lead oppressing his eyes. He decided to leave the library.

Ivan paced around the town mindlessly, occasionally pausing and glaring at a certain point in the distance before continuing to walk. He was not at all looking as to where he was going. It was quite likely he might bump into some unfortunate Tangler.

[member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]

— I'M MORE AFRAID OF IVAN THAN THE OTHER ONE.