yelena and makarov
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Every second counts. Timing is everything.
The clock the wall in their room ticks along, she’s got a headpiece on. They’ve made it into the facility, should have him out by the end of the hour. He’s coming home. He’s finally coming home. He has to.
She’ll accept no other result. As if the Commander’s planning wasn’t enough to cement the fear of failure into the Konni’s bones, the fury of his wife was a secondary salve.
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or, makarov returns to his loving, doting wife
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- Part 1 of yelena and makarov
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“It’s over,” she mutters. The clock reads 7:03, it’s a few minutes after his office hours are closed. Dr. Makarov looks up at her over the rim of his reading glasses, and without adjusting his gaze, carefully pulls the chain cord of his lamp until it snaps off. It makes the room shades chillier, cold shadows start to coat the area. At this hour, it’s getting dark-- windows at the very top of the auditorium are dimming with dusklight. Their time is often spent together in evenings like this, lit only by ambient computer screen on his desk and the overhead in the supply closet behind him.
It rimlights him with hazy amber, fuzzes the edges of his form. He hasn’t turned the classroom lights off just yet, she can still see every detail of his expression.
“At last,” he replies. “A break.”
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or, Dr. Makarov indulges in his very favorite student
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- Part 2 of yelena and makarov