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Fyodor locked himself in his room once again.
They had just moved into their new place, and it was obvious that Fyodor was not enjoying the change all too much.
They had just finished moving all their things indoors, and now Fyodor wasn’t coming out of his room. Nikolai has been trying for three hours to get the Russian man out and make him check the area out.
“Fedyaaaaaaa!”
“Go away.” Fyodors voice came through the door quiet and tired.
Nikolay knew the man was anemic. So he guessed that maybe that was the reason. He was just and wanted to get some sleep.
But…It still hurt.
Fyodor always shared everything with Nikolai, so now that he was hiding instead, Nikolai had no idea what to do with himself.
He still vividly remembered the day Fyodor had first found him.
Nikolai had always been an outgoing person, but the place he grew up in wasn’t the best place for a kid like him. He always felt trapped. Like a bird with its wings bound by chains main of led, and then places in a cage so small that the bird can’t even stand, locked in a dark room with no contact with the outside world.
His family was strict, and most of the time he couldn’t even stand seeing them.
They weren’t always like this though. It only happened after a family wide accident, and that just so happened to be around the same time that Nikolai was born.
Fyodor on the other hand, seemed to have no family or home of his own. He was just wandering aimlessly. His soul like a small scared child that was lost in the dark. The only light in this darkness was him, yet he was still unable to see the light he himself was.
Nikolai could see it though. It was as blinding as the sun. It drew him in like the gravitational pull that kept the planets in their orbit.
Nikolai was ready and willing to burn the whole world down just to keep that fire from being put out. Even if one day it was nothing more than a small spark, he would give his own soul to keep it burning.
And now, Fyodor was shutting Nikolai out, and Nikolai doesn’t know how to handle it.
He tried to convince himself that everything was okay.
It had been a two day trip to their knew place, and neither of them had slept very much.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shale this looming fear that he would lose Fyodor when ever the Russian shut him out like this.
It wasn’t until late that night that Fyodor finally came out of his room, and the concern he felt when seeing a severely sleep deprived Nikolai slumped on the couch was quite evident on his face.
There were dark circles under the white-haired man’s two toned eyes.
Nikolai on the other hand was quite pleased to see those familiar sharp purple eyes.
“Fedya!”
“Nikolai what are you doing? It’s late and you haven’t slept in the past almost three days now.”
“I was worried. You locked yourself in your room and wouldn’t come back out, and you wouldn’t respond when I called for you.”
“…Sorry, I was sleeping.”
“Meany!”
Fyodor came over to sit on the couch next to his companion.
“Please tell me you at least ate something.”
“Nope.”
“Nikolai.”
“I was waiting for you.”
Fyodor sighed in defeat.
“Well will you eat something now that I’m awake?”
“Yup.”
Nikolai got up and stumbled over to the kitchen in his half-asleep state.
Fyodor followed; worried Nikolai might do something stupid in his current condition.
It was late, and neither of then felt like actually cooking anything(more like Fydor was the only one of the two who could cook and he didn’t feel like it right now) so Nikolai pulled out some cup noodles and stuck them in the microwave.
Three minutes later he pulled the cups back out, and on his way back to the couch he tripped on air – proving Fyodors concerns – and so Fyodor took the noodles from him and guided the slightly younger man to the couch.
Half way through the food, Nikolai started to catch his second wave of energy, and Fyodor knew trying to get the man to sleep was futile, so he allowed him self to be cuddled to death on their couch.
Luckily for the Russians sanity, Nikolais newfound energy was not long lived, and he managed to get his companion to his room before the white haired man began to drift off.
“Sleep well.”
“…mm.”
Fyodor chuckled a little before shutting the door on his way out.
Nikolai started basking in how warmly Fyodor has been treating him.
He knew that in many ways he was still just a trapped little bird.
However, this form of ensnarement was different. It was freeing in its own way. He was still in a cage, but it was much larger. He had plenty of room to learn how to fly, and the cage was placed outdoors, where he could see the sunset each and every day.
He knew that on the days he was too tired to fly to the top of his cage to see the sunset, Fyodor would be there, describing to him.
Painting a picture of the red sky in Nikolais’ mind.
And Nikolai would do the same for Fyodor when the man was too tired to keep his eyes open.
He would fly to the top of his cage and paint a beautiful image of the fiery sky for his friend.
His light.
His beloved.
It was artistic really...
An eye for an eye.