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The decay of angels recently figured that space was limited. After being unable to find anywhere to go, Fyodor decided to just put them together with the rats in the house of the dead. He didn't think it would matter that much, they were all out for missions most of the time usually anyways. A mansion was where they all settled. The first chaos started when it came to picking rooms.
Fyodor of course got the biggest bedroom, right down the hallway. Nikolai and Ivan both insisted on being in the room next to Fyodor. Ivan basically begged Fyodor to let him have the room. Nikolai only wanted it so he could do better pranks on him. Well, none of them won. Nikolai got the room on the complete other side of the mansion while Ivan got the room next to the kitchen.
It’s safe to say, one sided rivalry started there. Nikolai could not care less about Ivan, he was fun to mess with. Due to whatever Fyodor did to him, he had way longer to process things, falling into his traps all the time. Ivan tho, he despised Nikolai. It upset him that he did, because Fyodor seemed to like him. Yet, it made him sick to see someone be this close to the person he adored. He was supposed to be his only one.
Right now, it was Sunday afternoon. Fyodor spent his time outside, in the Garden. He was praying earlier and now took a walk. Ivan held a cup of tea, making his way outside. His master told him to bring him tea and then they would sit down together. Just like they did right after Ivan got freed. Carefully, he walked over to the door of the kitchen, pushing it open. He made sure everything was perfect. This is what his master deserved.
The moment his foot stepped outside the kitchen, it started snowing! “Snow in April? This must be a sign!”. Ivan was in pure bliss, he always was, but now it was more intense. Kneeling on the floor, he felt the white powder drop down on him. A voice made Ivan look to the side, it was his master! Quickly, he stood up and ran over to Fyodor. “Master! Look! It's snowing!”, he cheered.
Fyodor couldn't help but sigh. Sometimes he hated himself for the lobotomy. Well, there was flour spilled over the entire floor. “Ivan”, he said firmly, “look at the floor and mention everything you see.”. “Snow, a flour package and a broken tea cup”, he stopped talking. “You realized? Good. Clean up the mess and go to your room. I had enough of your childishness today”, so he left.
Ivan tensed, not being able to say anything the moment his master turned away. Ivan only felt few emotions, and those were the strongest. Fear and joy. When he was scared, it was for his master or because he was unable to say what he was feeling. Yet, whenever Master left, no one was able to tell him what those feelings were.