ι ѕєє α вα∂ мσση αяιѕιη' ♡

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He frowned. "What do you mean 'not feel enough'?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Not ever letting anyone close to us," Nikita shrugged, "At least, I fear that. I don't want to not experience love or anything like that."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

His eyes seemed to brighten a bit. "Have you experienced love before?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Nikita's gaze was soft, "No, little one, not romantic love. But I know love in other ways."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He blinked repeatedly. "Like what?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Well, Alexsander and I love one another. Our love is different from romantic love, obviously. And our parents loved us." Nikita smiled sadly.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He smiled. At least this was something he could help out with! "You can share my parents, ya know. If ya want." He trailed the toe of his converse along the floor, looking down with his arms behind his back.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

She grinned and ruffled his hair, "You're so cute. I'm okay. I'm a big girl now."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He gave a childish whine, one that was playful, and pushed her hands away from his hair, smiling at her. "Can we have a sleepover tonight?" He gave her puppy eyes. "Please?" Often times they did this; she was like his big sister, even though he had a crush on her brother. She took care of him, and after one time when his parents had been arguing, they had had a sleepover. Now it was tradition. They'd bake several different things, then stay up and watch movies, and gossip, mainly. About Nikita's missions, about boys, about girls.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Nikita jumped down from the counter and clapped her hands together, "Oh, yes, that's perfect. I just bought a couple new things- and buy a couple, I mean a lot- and I want your opinion on them."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"What are they for?" He grinned, appearing to light up like a decorated tree on Christmas day.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Oh, you know, clothes and makeup and jewelry, for me!" Nikita grinned, "You know I love to splurge."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He squealed and clapped happily. "I can't wait to see!" He smiled at her, the rims of his eyelids still red but he was happier than he was previously.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Nikita held her hand out to him, "Come with me, lovely.~"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Nodding, he yawned and looked around while following.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Nikita led him to her bedroom, which was relatively bare and undecorated for a girl's.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Nikolas wasn't too surprised though. Most rooms were like this; kept it from hurting too much when the time came to leave for an undetermined amount of time. Attachment was weakness. That was a lesson all horror movie characters needed to learn. And he knew this life was filled with many horrors.

Hopping on her bed and wincing at the creaking the frame made, he grinned at her a moment later once determining himself safe from concaving through the frame. "Let me see them then!"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Nikita skipped to the closet and opened the door, rifling through her many, packed in clothes.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Nikolas hummed, swaying on the bed bored and waiting.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"What would you like to see first? A dress?" Nikita asked.