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Nikolai Lantsov, 24

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[rezni]

Would you tell me why you're asking first?

[princess_of_ida]

You're a smart man. You'll probably figure it out soon enough.

[rezni]

[ In the beat of quiet, Nikolai perhaps makes a shrewd guess. Or a calculation of how much he can trust Ianthe, how much he understands of her attachment to Alina and how that impacts the fledgling connection they've built between themselves.

Or both. All of the above. ]

Our partnership has it's complications.

[ A nondescript understatement. ]

There are those in Ravka who seek to control and use her as a pawn. It's made her wary and rightly so. And because of it, there's a chance any profession of feeling would be received by her as a kind of pressure, or a manipulation.

[princess_of_ida]

[And now, Ianthe incidentally gave away that she was intoxicated.]

Blah, blah, blah, blah, that's not a fucking answer. I know all that.

Yes or no.

[rezni]

No.

You've been talking Ravkan politics with her.

[ And drinking, Nikolai doesn't point out. ]

[princess_of_ida]

[She wasn't sure how she felt about Nikolai so easily telling her that he loved Alina and yet not saying a fucking thing to the woman herself. It also didn't quell her thoughts.]

This isn't about politics.

[rezni]

What is it about?

[princess_of_ida]

[There was a long pause before Ianthe responded.]

Does she frustrate the ever living fuck out of you, too?

[rezni]

We take it in turns.

[ Nikolai carried around a spectacular bruise over his jaw for some time as a token of just how he irritated the Sun Summoner.

But irritation is only one form of frustration. The answer is unchanged, even if Nikolai offers— ]

Frustrate in which way?

[princess_of_ida]

Like you can't ever say the right thing. Like she hears something different than you actually said. Like she doesn't know what the fuck she does to us.

All the fucking projection.

[rezni]

Like she doesn't believe what she does to us

[ is a minor readjustment. Not denial of the rest, but a measuring, quiet assessment of it. Laying this out against the pieces he has of Alina, how they have come together. ]

Do you love her?

[princess_of_ida]

I didn't say that.

[rezni]

I'm asking, Ianthe.

[princess_of_ida]

I don't want to answer.

[rezni]

Does it feel like handing me a knife to say it aloud?

[ Ianthe had come from a kind of court too. ]

[princess_of_ida]

Yes. No. Mostly I feel like I'm going to explode.
I don't like it.

[rezni]

Would you change it?

[princess_of_ida]

You ever find yourself seriously wondering if she's worth it? Worth the cost, like you're fucking Icarus flying too close to the fucking sun.

Cause I ask myself that a lot.

[rezni]

No.

[ Some self-deprecation in the tone that bleeds through; yes, he knows this is a fool's answer, and yet— ]

But I've always made a habit of gambling on ill-advised enthusiasm.

[ Enthusiasm. Love. Nearly the same, aren't they? ]

[princess_of_ida]

Those habits are going to get you killed one day.

Every fucking time I ask myself if she's worth it, I have the same fucking answer.

[rezni]

Yes.

[ Like the answer to the question, not a prompt. ]

[princess_of_ida]

I told her I liked her. Guess that puts me a foot ahead.

[rezni]

Did she believe you?

[princess_of_ida]

I've never had my feelings so invalidated in an instant before.

[rezni]

[ An expected answer. ]

I thought I was fairly good at convincing people of things, at one point in my life. Before I met Alina.
She is stubborn in her convinctions.