There's something lonesome about you [Hope] Feb 3, 2020 18:25:07 GMT
Post by IVAN KAREV on Feb 3, 2020 18:25:07 GMT
no time for me
there's something tragic about you
Something so magic about you
Don't you agree?
|The raid on Trossachs, by all accounts, had been a fiasco. To put it lightly, the cunning werewolves had pulled the Ministry's leg, and you didn't have to be a genius to figure out that it didn't bode well for the werewolves. Their actions had caused a lot of pain and anger as it was, and this blatant mockery of the Ministry... Ivan was sure that, in the event of their capture, some people would handle them a bit rougher than the law would allow, which, in turn would elicit justified complaints from said werewolves, and, if their supporters would catch wind of this...|
He could just imagine the mountains of Howlers that would pile on his desk, even though he had virtually nothing to do with the situation. That was one of the reasons why Ivan had a scroll of parchment hidden in his desk drawer -- he was only one signature away from resigning.
Yes. He could just sign his name, hand it in and go home. He'd spend his days looking after Nikolai's dog, reading books, watching movies... And he would have Nadya lose all respect toward her own father. She expected him to be some kind of freedom fighter for the rights of all creatures.
Oh, the unquenchable flames of youth. To be so ignorant of the complexity of life...
She was one reason why he was still here, walking through the halls of the Ministry. It was her hope for a better future that Ivan didn't want to destroy.
And then there was another Hope.
Hope, who Ivan had considered a friend. He still did consider her a friend, but the feeling wasn't mutual. Not after their last encounter.
He'd expressed worry for her safety, in the process insinuating that she was less than professional when it came to dealing with werewolves for personal reasons, and with someone as headstrong as Hope...It hadn't went down well.
At first, Ivan had been upset with her. He'd thought she was acting like a child, stubbornly refusing to listen to someone who knew better. He'd mulled their brief argument over and over in his head, and it didn't let him sleep at night, he tossed and turned in frustration, talking to her in his head over and over, until...
Until he'd managed to step back from it and look at the whole situation at a different angle. A particular phrase she'd thrown out -- him being like an overbearing father -- it had hurt more than anything.
He decided to ask the people that would know the truth. His own daughters. Their verdict -- 'Yes. You are.' Of course, it wasn't as simple as that. Nadya had been very upfront about it, not even trying to soften the blow to his ego. Vera, on the other hand, denied it, saying that she knew he only wanted what was best for them. It wasn't like he would lock them in their rooms and never let them go anywhere (though those ten magical locks on the door might give a different impression). And Lyuba, his sweet not-so-little Lyuba had reminded him that his daughters weren't small children anymore and that he couldn't guard them from every difficulty in life.
It was a hard pill to swallow, no doubt about that, but it also made him reconsider his relationship with Hope. Was he latching onto someone new that he hadn't spent his entire life protecting? She was about 10 years younger than him, a full blown adult, she'd made it through hell and high water on her own, and yet Ivan felt the need to protect her from the world.
She didn't want his protection. He could understand why -- who was he to try and insert himself as a guardian figure in a place where he didn't belong? And yet, the desire to do so didn't wane.
He was convinced that she needed someone to lean on, especially now, when something she'd put so much of herself into had backfired. But first, they had to make amends. That meant apologizing.
He'd found out when Hope would be at the Ministry, and, after drinking a mug of tea with a calming draught mixed into it (work was taking a toll), he was ready to face the music.
He knocked on the door of her office and awaited to be called in. He didn't give her enough time to tell him to get out, immediately speaking up as he opened the door.
"Hope, I only want a minute of your time," he said, "I came to apologize."
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