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Ivan couldn’t explain his unlikely friendship with the Windurian prince beside him. He was sure it was the boy’s ability to chip under his hardened skin and find refuge in reminding Ivan of his younger siblings that did it. With their unmatched innocence and modest life struggles. Each time the boy walked into Ivan’s unofficial man cave - A well-hidden spare room Ivan claimed by decorating it to his liking with stolen furniture and art from the school gallery.- He did well enough keeping pace with Ivan’s drinking problem to convince him to sit and listen to Oliver splurge about his issues with the lollypop girl who managed to wrap him around her finger.

Noticing how Oliver tiptoed around a topic one night, Ivan finally got the man to spit out whatever had been on his mind. Initially, he hesitated at the thought of joining the two and Lollipops' friend… He wasn’t exactly the warmest companion. But then again, thinking about the brat he had recently been stuck in the training room with? He figured he wouldn’t mind throwing back a couple of drinks and finding a woman to bury into. Even if it wasn’t Lollipop's friend, he was sure he could find another woman at the establishment.

“Thanks again for doing this for me. I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t so important. But I want Ophelia to think I’m serious, you know?”

Ivan nodded absently, too busy scanning the building they approached to pay attention to what Oliver said. The sound of music thumping in the background could be heard from outside, but as they passed the threshold, the smell of alcohol and sweat wafted towards them; bodies moved about the dimly lit establishment, some collected on the dancefloor while others huddled around their tables. His eye instantly noticed his favorite liquor spotlighted comfortably on the highest shelf behind the bar, a thin layer of dust coating it. He would be putting Oliver's offered tab to good use tonight.

”It looks like there’s a table for four over there. Let’s get some drinks and go grab it.”

Following Oliver’s line of sight, he noticed the open table nestled into the corner. Sadly it looked far enough from the band that small talk was inevitable… He would need to get at least two bottles down his gullet before the girls arrived if he was going to be in a, quote, unquote,“ pleasant mood ”. It wasn’t often that Ivan cared to try and impress someone, but since the man he accompanied seemed so dead set on dragging out his ticking time bomb of a relationship, he would try his best not to aid in its detonation.

”If you’re worried at all. I am sure you are going to love her. Or she will love you. They always do, don’t they?”

A confident, crooked half-smile splintered over his lips, enjoying the praise. “Bedding them is my specialty. The troubles of love can stay.” He gestured towards Oliver and then made a shooing motion. “Far avay. ” The confusing thought of giving a woman the power to alter everything a man stood for was a foreign concept to him. “ But I vill do my best to impress Lollipops girlfriend for your sake.” Then there were the two magic words Ivan wanted to hear: Open bar. A laugh rumbled from his chest as he smacked an open hand against Oliver’s back. “ That I vill.”

Turning his attention to the bar, he caught sight of a man stumbling beside them. The two drinks in his hand sloshing about as he attempted to get past them, bumping against Ivan's shoulder in the process. Ivan didn’t budge, instead, his shoulder jerked forward to slam into the man and twist him around. ”HEY!” He yelped as Ivan’s hands moved to snatch the drinks away from him. If the drunk male planned on arguing, It only took one long chilling glare from Ivan for him to slink away, mumbling something about keeping the drinks.

Ivan turned, pleased with himself for saving the drinks, passing one chilled glass into Oliver's hands and tapping it with his own. “First drinks on him.” Smirking, he brought the glass to his lips and swallowed the amber-colored liquid in one gulp. It was sweeter than he would have liked, but it did its job of setting his stomach ablaze.

After spending a few minutes at the bar, Ivan finally made his way over to the table with two large bottles of liquor balanced in one hand and three smaller glasses in the other. He passed the smaller bottle and glasses off to his companion as he settled into his seat, trailing his free hand down the neck of his own bottle to coat the glass in intricate swirling frost. Before drinking his head dipped down to speak to Oliver “ If the girls do not make it.” He started, pointing to the crowded dance floor where three girls swayed on the outer edge. Two blonds grinding against the taller redhead sandwiched between them. “ Those girls offered to let you practice more.” As though on cue, the in the center winked before blowing Oliver a kiss.




OOC : vyperdysh - Fukn Tool , За здоровье - Cheers

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"I knew you as Ivan, don't be rude about it." Ivan's gaze narrowed on Alosa, trying to remind her how small she was, a silent threat to keep her mouth shut. Though, as per usual with the ditzy girl he remembered, his warning seemed to go completely unnoted. " And I'm not self-righteous; don't be a p***k, you vyperdysh." As she snapped the insult back, the prince was forced to swallow the urge to wrap his hands around her slim throat for daring to speak his kingdom's language as though she had any right to it. But her childish sass was enough to quell the beast within him temporarily. At least she knew how to fight back; that would make for a fun chase later when no one was around.

The punch to his arm was meant to be a friendly joke, but with his bubbling frustration and cold stomach, Ivan was forced to exchange his urge to throw his own punch back at Oliver with a deep pull of sweetened whisky into his mouth. The plummeting temperature turned the mixed liquor to slush on his tongue, forcing a grimace at how cheap the establishment Oliver picked really was. Watering down their high-priced liquor should be a death sentence.

"Speaking of, since you two don't really know each other, I was thinking we could play a drinking game from one of our kingdoms. Alosa, Jack any fun suggestions?"

Swallowing the snow, he leaned to the side and placed his empty bottle on the floor. A superstition in Hyouden to never leave open bottles on the table or bad fortune befall you. Cracking open the next, he requested a waiter leave three empty shot glasses on the table. "In my country, we must finish one bottle as a group before games start to bring good favor." he filled the shots and passed them out as he spoke. And once everyone held their drink to the sky." За здоровье" The Hyouden call was a cheer before reaching out to tap his bottle against his drinking companion's glasses and swallow it down in a long fatal gulp. Disappointment washed over his features as he watched the other three cringe beneath the friendly whisky bite. Oliver appeared to fight the liquid in his throat, struggling to keep it down. Who's idea was it to drink if these three couldn't handle one shot? "Maybe, I finish bottle." He offered, though that meant only good fortune would come to him.

Chugging what remained of the bottle, he took a moment to let the alcohol swirl in his stomach and spread into his bones. Relief from the warm friend seeped into his bloodstream as the alcohol settled, helping to lift his icy mood now that two bottles sat in his stomach.
"Ve play, Truth or Drink. It is simple game; you ask the table a question to learn more about them. If you don't wish to answer." He held up his third bottle as though it was the same as the chilled glasses in their hands. "You drink whole glass." It was the fastest way Ivan knew he could get even more plastered. Not that he cared what these people thought; he just wanted to get as drunk as possible, and all he had to do was keep his secrets.

The group only went through a few awkward rounds before the teasing and joking began, and the lightweights managed to keep pace with Ivan's bottle buzz each time they threw back their tiny half-shots. Somehow- Alosa managed to weasel her way closer to him without notice; in Ivan's drunken state, he became more apathetic, not taking as much offense as he typically would have. It wasn't like he could do anything about her forced proximity with the growing crowds in the room, much less with Oliver and Lolipop so close by. He would deal with her later; for now, he could allow himself to relax into her involuntary closeness, maybe even feed into it if he got enough bottles down.

Opting to drink instead of answering the silly question Oliver waisted during his turn, Ivan's gaze slid to the side. His eyes trailed the silk black buttons on Alosa's dress that bled seamlessly into the drunken flush coating her pale skin, not failing to notice how well she had filled out since he last dealt with her. Shaking his head, he let the bottle fall from his lips to slam it on the table. " Alright, my turn." he called, Leaning back into his chair, his free hand lazily loosened the buttons at the top of his shirt before balancing his elbow on the bow of his chair. His long arm extended to brush his chilled fingers along Alosa's exposed shoulder on its descent to grip the back of her chair. " How many people have you all slept with since coming to the Academy?." A smirk pulled at his lips as he took his hand back from behind Alosa to hold up all five fingers, wiggling them in Oliver's direction as though to tease him for his small number. "I've got five under my belt. If you don't count the dutchesses." Even though the ice giant answered, he still treated himself to another long drink.



OOC : vyperdysh - Fukn Tool , За здоровье - Cheers

♛ Location: Bar xxx ♛ Social contact:Oliver xxx ♛ Introspection: Practice is important. xxx ♛ Vestment: Pictured
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The longer this night dragged on, the more Ivan believed none of these people understood the heart-pounding blood lust that came with the chance of revenge. While he had been expecting a night of women and fun, every thread of proposed relaxation snapped the moment Alosa stepped through those doors. Beaming with her familiar bright eyes and sickeningly sweet smile.

They said war often ended up on your doorstep when you least expect it and how surprising it was to have one of the masterminds behind his sibling's murder show up tonight.

When the offer of drinking games fell into his lap, the Ice Prince quickly recommended his favored. Truth or Drink was often the most advantageous way to extract the information Ivan usually sought on undercover missions. It wasn’t even a trick, all of the enemy camps he snuck into unnoticed forfeited their most vulnerable secrets under the warm allure of alcohol and fun. There was a lot he did for the sake of fun, but betraying his country was never on the docket.

Now, with the war seemingly over and in the presence of a murderer and two innocents, Ivan was quick to slip back into that head space as he poured drink after drink for his companions. Though he didn’t need to pry information from Alosa, It was deplorable how openly she wore her emotions, whatever shield she kept around herself as opaque as glass. Each little movement was a blaring sign, from how her pink eyes lingered on the exposed flesh beneath his shirt to how quickly her skin darkened at the brush of his fingers. How cute it was for this plotter to think a diverted gaze would hide what an open book she had become, all sharp lines and stress used to disguise those open pages dripping with desire.

Ivan wasn’t too proud a man to feed into her lust if it meant luring her into the shadows. It was apparent that Lollipop and Oliver were busy satisfying theirs. While it would be easy to slip Alosa from Lolly’s limited field of vision, Oliver's moral code could cause quite a problem for him. Not that he would ever admit to caring about what the Winderian prince thought of him or his dealings.

The strange predicament had an odd story filtering across Ivan’s mind. Of a man plagued with love at first sight, but when his princess failed to meet him beyond the castle gates he fell into the deep sea of self hatred, where he followed a sirens call. No wait. That wasn’t a fairy tale story, was it? Ivan’s icy gaze slipped to Oliver as he deepened a kiss with Lolly, finally recalling the detailed venting session of the tanned man’s regrets. In the memory of Oliver's ramblings, Ivan found the apex of a snowstorm brewing between the lovers, one thick enough to shield their eyes from his dealings with Alosa. Dripping with feigned intoxication, Ivan pulled the final swig of his bottle into his mouth, letting one drop slip from his lip to trail down his jaw for added effect. Then slamming it down with thrumming force, he drew the Love Dove’s attention back to the game. Melting back into his chair, his question filtered out as a tease that failed to meet his eyes, his cold gaze directed at Oliver.

There was no escape for the wind prince now. Honest answer or not, the snowflake at his side would dissolve for her impossible standards. Some deep, frozen part of Ivan felt a semblance of guilt for his friend. But as far as he could tell, the weight of loss had never settled on the mans shoulders, so he would never understand the pitless hunger for revenge or the will to flatten anyone who stood in his path to get it.

Alosa’s answer didn’t surprise him, with her now-filled frame straightening uncomfortably as though the thought of his multiple partners was unnatural. Forcing a lazy smile onto chilled lips, he stared down at her through hooded eyes and arched a curious brow. ” Don’t tell me you do homevork after class.” The tease that slipped into his tone was well placed, meant to draw her back into their childhood where she could find comfort. Unsurprisingly she found her escape by turning her attention toward Oliver, neatly placing the spotlight directly on the frustrated prince, and setting him up for failure.

As he predicted, Lollypop diminished at Oliver's lack of response, her blinding personality fading into darkness as she slipped away from her lover. Seizing his chance, Ivan coated his fingers in an unnatural chill meant to send even more gooseflesh over Alosa’s pretty skin. His hand slipped to cup the back of her neck. Thumb pressing against the hook of her jaw, he tilted her head to the side as he bent down to whisper against her ear. ”Get another drink vith me, and I show you more zhen kiss.” It was more of a demand than an option, but his teeth purposefully grazed the shell of her ear to drive the invite home. Her saltwater smell wrapped around his senses as he leaned into her and pressed his lips behind her ear, allowing a low rumble to reverberate through him as though he hungered for her.

Setting the lure, Ivan slowly trailed his fingers beneath the color of her shirt, the slightest tease for what was to come before leaving the table. Like the starving guppy she was, Ivan knew the water princess had followed by the gentle scrape of her chair, leaving Oliver and Lolly alone to discuss their problems. Moving through the crowds that naturally parted for his massive frame, Ivan reached behind, his long reach catching Alosa's hand just as he made it to the bar and pulling her in front of him.

Snaking his hands around her waist, he pulled her back into his chest, unwilling to look at her. The girl who lured him into the 'safety' of her kingdom just so they could rise from the depths below and strike while his family was vulnerable. It was his fault as much as theirs, which made his blood boil against naturally cool veins. Successfully, he trapped his little victim between his figure and the bar, trailing a cold line down the back of her exposed arms before catching her hands and holding them to the tabletop. Leaning down, he spoke into her ear once more. " Tell me vhat you want Alosa." Her name was as thick rolling off his tongue as the poisons from Corthyr. Still, he worked to honey them, letting her believe he wanted her, no, craved her right now. "Ze liqore here is poor though. ve could have a drink back at my place." The trap was laid; if she accepted, there was no way she would make it back to her kingdom, much less the school.


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The hazy tremble in Alosa's eyes told him how incapacitated she was—making this endeavor all the easier. Getting her alone to watch the life drain from her eyes as he snapped that pretty little neck was as likely as snowfall in his kingdom. Keeping the predatory expression from his gaze, Ivan tilted his head to catch her eyes as she leaned against him. " Y'know....I might take you up on that. Besides, I'd like to know what else your hands can do..." Oh he planned on it. How cute that the princess had loosened up so much since their childhood. Why not give her a final hurrah to her pathetic existence? Before he sent her to Join her sister. If she were that lucky, Ivan fully believed with what her kingdom had done to his family- That he would be meeting her in the deepest layers of frozen hell the red god offered.

" It's funny...seeing you again. All these years and you haven't changed, not that much. I'm glad." It was hard not to scowl, the force of it sending Ivan tilting his head back so she didn't catch it. Oh, he had changed; what she had done to him had changed him. Forced him to believe there was a chance at life outside of his uncle's grasp that the emptiness of war could melt away beneath a woman who could greet him when he returned. In all honesty, he should be thanking her for extinguishing that naive idea. Everything he gained along the ride of his horrendous life led him straight to this moment.

Leaning down, he pushed humor into his tone. "And now I am looking for a change in scenery." Catching her wrist, he forcefully turned her to face him. Dropping her wrist to catch her chin while the other snaked around her waist, pulling her against him so his mouth could easily meet hers. Salt coated his lips, the flavor sending a growl rattling out of his chest. Not in pleasure, no. In disdain at the ruse he had to play to get her to follow him. Pulling back, he breathed into her ear. "Vith me princess."

Ivan led the way, putting on a show of giggles and teasing as he lured Alosa out of the bar with blinding reminiscing of their time together. Getting her to one of the random houses his uncle had planted in the city was easy enough. With no one left around to stop him. Seeing as Oliver came to his senses and abandoned his sinking ship, Lolipop. Ivan made sure to keep Alosa busy during that pathetic sight. He'd never seen someone knock into so many things in an attempt to leave. The house wasn't far, and Ivan was quick to usher the girl inside before any familiar eyes could spot them.

A smile cracked over his lips at the click of the front door locking. The small entryway of the house bowed out into a wide living space. Worn wood gave the home warmth, one that reminded Ivan of his time in Yakutsk. The perfect memory to dredge up the hatred. Looking down at his recent victim of sweet revenge. Gentle fingers lifted to up the back of Alosa's head, arcing it up to meet his gaze. He stepped towards her, backing her into the living room until the couch pressed against her calves. " Do you vant another drink?" He questioned, leaning down so that when he spoke next his lips would brush against hers. "Or should I jump straight into the presentation?"

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