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Ask the residents of St. Petersburg why a particularly handsome black dog happens to be trotting by the Mariinsky Theatre carrying a bunch of flowers in its mouth, and none would ever guess the truth. Some pause to laugh and snap photographs. Others scratch their chins. A few dismiss the homeward bound canine as a spectre of Vodka-clouded imagination.
It's been a time of transition for Sirius. From the warmth of a cosy, magical Christmas to here, the icy beauty of Russian winter. Viktor welcoming him with open arms and heart into his - their apartment, making it a home.
And home is where 'Chernka' is headed right now.
The cold feels different here, compared to others he's known. Not empty and gripping but fresh. Cleansing. Still, it's a relief to get inside. Transform from four legs to two. With a ruffle of Makkachin's ears and glance at the clock (good, there's just enough time), Sirius gets to work. Candlelit dinner, prepared without one single spark of magic. A smart shirt. Roses in Viktor's favourite hue, the same dusky pink as the first lonely bloom ever gifted between them, with the number of days remaining until they'll be married written inside the card.
Viktor works a punishing schedule. This is his dream, Sirius reminds himself on those nights when happiness can't disguise the exhaustion. His fiancé is due home any moment, and deserves pampering. Bubble bath afterward, the wizard thinks, and presents himself to the poodle by his feet for inspection.
"There. What do you think, Makkachin? Should we spoil him tonight?"
That answering woof? A definite yes. Sirius might be scratching the surface of the Russian language, but he's perfectly fluent in dog!
It's been a time of transition for Sirius. From the warmth of a cosy, magical Christmas to here, the icy beauty of Russian winter. Viktor welcoming him with open arms and heart into his - their apartment, making it a home.
And home is where 'Chernka' is headed right now.
The cold feels different here, compared to others he's known. Not empty and gripping but fresh. Cleansing. Still, it's a relief to get inside. Transform from four legs to two. With a ruffle of Makkachin's ears and glance at the clock (good, there's just enough time), Sirius gets to work. Candlelit dinner, prepared without one single spark of magic. A smart shirt. Roses in Viktor's favourite hue, the same dusky pink as the first lonely bloom ever gifted between them, with the number of days remaining until they'll be married written inside the card.
Viktor works a punishing schedule. This is his dream, Sirius reminds himself on those nights when happiness can't disguise the exhaustion. His fiancé is due home any moment, and deserves pampering. Bubble bath afterward, the wizard thinks, and presents himself to the poodle by his feet for inspection.
"There. What do you think, Makkachin? Should we spoil him tonight?"
That answering woof? A definite yes. Sirius might be scratching the surface of the Russian language, but he's perfectly fluent in dog!
