Adrian Ivashkov

(anOTP): for margot

iwalkindreams — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 20:13:55 GMT

It's not like he's actually bored.

Adrian did sign up for nothing else but university! That's a lot of academic dedication for him, who's been through college without necessarily remembering anything, though his intelligence and sensibility are way over average. He just -- didn't care.

Now he does, apparently? He's certainly changing.

Yet he doesn't feel that life at the Mansion is really challenging, as life back home (mostly after meeting Rose) used to be.

So he's awake, and it's early evening. He's slowly descending to the kitchen to have his early shot of whatever he may find.

(anotp: for effy) you and me, we're meant to be.

iwalkindreams — Fri, 16 Jul 2010 17:29:28 GMT

Time and time again, depression hits him hard and doesn't look back while running, and he doesn't know what to do: to run after it, catch it, and ask it why, or to simply lay there and wait for -- what for? So he goes downstairs, to the kitchen, and looks in the cupboard. Sometimes it's vodka, other times it's gin or whiskey, and sometimes he simply mixes them all. It's just like being back at the academy, only without Lissa -- without Rose.

Guess what?

It's one of those days.

Adrian can be found in the kitchen, around 2-3 a.m. -- let's say, an early afternoon for him. He's mixing drinks gloomly and humms a song.

(anOTP: for pandora): the doors... to heaven.

iwalkindreams — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 16:16:51 GMT

People are strange when you're a stranger...

There are times when The Doors' lyrics seem very appropriate to Adrian.

Yes, the inhabitants of the Mansion are mostly friendly, and he can say he has a number of close friends whom he can count on; anytime. He can also claim that he's happy with his girlfriend: Natalie is sweet, and caring, and has bursts of personality that remind him of Rose.

Yet... yet he's restless, betimes. His thoughts fly back to the Academy, back to where everyone was more or less a bloodsucker, and not ashamed of it. They weren't killers; they simply fed.

Adrian is thinking of this presently - smoking his cigarette, sipping his Jack, leaning against the balcony and watching the stars that offer him no answer.

(open) it's my partyyy and i drink if i want to ^^!

iwalkindreams — Fri, 25 Jun 2010 19:17:54 GMT

When he first met 11-12, Adrian promised him a boys' night out... or a boys' night in.

He still remembers -- albeit in a blur -- the last boys' night in he had; yes, that one. The one with Robin. And Khary. And the Grave Diggers.

(not that it wasn't fun, mind you)

So he decides they should go out, for a change. But where? He has no clue that, rather sooner than later, the Mansion will benefit from the perfect services of a full bar. Oh, if he only knew. But he doesn't. And as the lakeside is his favorite place to have romantic encounters with Natalie (with whom he can romantically "encounter" daily since they moved in together), he wouldn't like to use it either.

Such a little world, such limited possibilities. Damn it. He'll have the party on the porch -- or starting there.

It's early evening. Warm and pleasant. The birds are not chirping, and the sun is slowly agonizing away. There's some food (not his field of interest), a stock of cigarettes with various flavors, and a large assortment of alcoholic (and a few non-alcoholic) drinks. Robin is welcome to play the mix expert anytime!

Open to 11-12, Iggy, Tsuzuki, Robin, Khary, the E&E twins, Asato (Lamento) and basically any other male character who knows (or doesn't know) Adrian or any of the aforementioned fellows. It's a small party for 11-12 to stop feeling depressed. Interact randomly or in an organized way, but have fun ^^! And also, posted here because it's male only -- we're apologizing to the lovely ladies for the inconvenience.

(for natalie): there be food, and there be love.

iwalkindreams — Wed, 26 May 2010 19:06:47 GMT

The day is quickly dwindling into twilight, so it's a good time for Adrian to be out and about.

This time, he's sent Natalie a quick note beforehand, scribbling that she should come to the lake at seven p.m. to meet him, for there would be a surprise waiting for her there.

He actually put some efforts into it: he brought out a blanket, a bottle of wine, crackers and cheese, and arranged them estethically in a picnic attempt. It actually does look quite artistic, cut him some slack.

And now he waits for her, very much willing to resume the conversation they once started.

(closed) for jaenelle: i predict a riot.

iwalkindreams — Tue, 11 May 2010 15:36:42 GMT

He hasn't been feeling this useless for a long, long time. Perhaps since others were fighting the battles that should have been partly his.

In fact, Adrian feels pretty much a failure on the magical plan right now: no one to teach him more than he's already mastered about healing (which is quite little); no one to understand how he's channeling his magic. Of course, people like Tsuzuki can feel for him, and see what he is, and then there's Tony who might give him hope.

Still, after the Muraki episode, Adrian feels very weak, and he'd like to finally learn if he can or cannot keep using his Spirit wielding to heal.

If a certain blond female kickass presence happens to be on the porch anytime at evening/early night, she'll come across a young man she hasn't met yet. He'll be smoking his signature cigarettes, lost in thought.

[for tony] trial and error

iwalkindreams — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 16:36:51 GMT

It's been a while since their first talk and their mutual discovery of each other's powers, at least in theory. In the light of recent events (i.e. things going amiss with Muraki), Adrian would absolutely need a kindred spirit to talk to, and perhaps to practice just a bit.

He can be found on his way out to have his usual twilight stroll, and Tony can tackle him anywhere, indoors or outdoors.

[open] life is good while it lasts

iwalkindreams — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 16:11:45 GMT

Since his arrival at the Mansion, quite a great deal of things happened. Adrian Ivashkov, prince of the blood and heir extraordinaire -- both titles being subject to wide interpretation -- has made friends, picked up some enemies, and found love.

Truth be told, he's living it good. Among other things, he feels useful. He's helping: there's Tsuzuki and his feud, and there's Asato and his thirst for knowledge. He's being helped: there are such lovely ladies as Pandora and Scheherezade who offered him their help, understanding and advice; there's Iggy, who was the first one to declare himself his friend.

And then there's Natalie, whom he told he loved her. Ah well, certain things surprise him still.

It's a late evening (the equivalent of a good morning for Adrian) and the door of his room is wide open -- perhaps in a need of more air, perhaps in an open invite. Adrian will be happy to be bothered by anyone, really, although Natalie, Iggy, Asato, Schery and any other of his friends (yes, Robin, he's looking at you too!) would make him burst with joy.

* Retconned before the Tsuzuki vs. Muraki dream, just because typist has no idea how that will end.

** ETA: No need to retcon - the Tsuzuki vs. Muraki thread ended well (which means, nobody died, although Adrian was quite shaken), so this can happen after the said interaction. However Adrian will tell about it to the people he holds dearest and trusts the most (looking at you, Natalie!)

[journal entry] not in denial.

iwalkindreams — Mon, 05 Apr 2010 21:59:12 GMT

Hi dad.

No, I'm not writing this diary -- is this what it is? -- for you.

I just feed off the illusion that there's someone familiar around me while I confide thoughts to this worn-out notebook. Such a romantic I am, you'd be ashamed.

I'm making friends. This is almost difficult to believe, but moreover, I -- I think I told Natalie I loved her? And meant it.

Which confuses the hell out of me and makes me three sorts of happy at the same time. ~~I'm such a dooolllttt, I swear.~~

[for natalie] la cita eterna; dreamwalking

iwalkindreams — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 15:28:30 GMT

Set sometime after Natalie and Adrian's first dates, typist willing. Time is flexible at the Mansion, but typist would like to assume the two got quite comfortable with being in each other's presence-- hell, they should *zips up mouth*. In any case, delivering the promised dream!

Since their schedules don't really... match (understatement of the century, given that his day is her night and viceversa), Adrian has moments when he truly misses Natalie's company. And so, he makes appeal to his gift of sending dreams to people; dreams featuring him, of course, and any setting he might think of. On a self-explanatory note, anything is allowed in these dreams (>.>), and the other person involved can act perfectly natural.

And so, if Natalie were sound asleep, she could suddenly find herself in the middle of an unknown city, typist willing. There would be a huge round square surrounded by insane traffic, and on one side, a gigantic set of monumental stairs going up to a dedicated monument (Piazza Venezia). The time would be late afternoon (another bonus for dreams-- Adrian can enjoy sunlight!), and a sharp wind blowing around them.

They're just a few hundreds of feet away from the Colosseum. Adrian's wearing sunglasses, a plane white shirt open at the collar, its sleeves rolled above his elbows, and a pair of fashionably worn out jeans.

"Good afternoon, love. I thought you might like this."

* Typist would have used her own pictures of Rome, but she can't find them right now >.>

[journal entry] From Russia with love

iwalkindreams — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 19:16:28 GMT

~~Hi dad. Just in case this notepad is yours.~~

So -- she said yes. She's staying.

I am somewhere in between two states of deliberate happiness; quite uncommon.

(Vodka. To celebrate. Though I'm looking at her sleeping, and I find myself willing for her never to leave.)

[for natalie] 'we'll always have paris'

iwalkindreams — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 20:03:27 GMT

The room is indeed a bit stuffy, but not excessively so. Adrian steps in gingerly and goes straight to the French door, opening it widely.

"I'd ask you to come out on the balcony, but whereas it's not too cold for vampiric me, it might be a touch too cold for you."

He thinks for a second while he looks for his pack of cigarettes. "I know. We could do this."

Leaving the balcony door open, he simply sits on the floor -- the carpet is thick enough, and quite comfortable.

"Come here," he says, a wicked smile on his handsome face.

[WARNING -- Adult content in threads!]

[journal entry] 'this' has a name

iwalkindreams — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 22:43:50 GMT

This, I had to write.

(Papa, if this is your notepad, avert your gaze.)

Natalie happened.

And it's so so so much something, and I bit of something else.

~~Might be falling in l --~~

[for natalie] 'what does this mean?'

iwalkindreams — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 00:39:43 GMT

Adrian would open the door of his room for Natalie, switching on the dim lights.

"You'll have to excuse the lack of -- er, better lighting," he says, partly bitter, partly amused. "My eyes couldn't really stand more."

[Taking over from here.]

[journal entry] first week

iwalkindreams — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 13:50:05 GMT

I found this old battered notepad on the bottom of my second suitcase -- the navy blue one. It looks odd. Several pages are missing; they've certainly been pulled out. I don't know to whom does it belong, though. By its look, it might have been my father's, but what is it doing in my luggage, I have no clue of. But since I'm here, at this 'Mansion', I thought I might as well occupy my spare time with something.

Writing my memoirs has always been a secret wish of mine, a wish I never share with anyone. It would be slightly embarassing for my reputation to have a coda added, saying that my secret wish is to be a published author. It would make me look sissy.

It's been a short while since I arrived here, yet there are already people who make me feel comfortable. There's Iggy, of course. This kid. My, my. He basically saved my life, offering himself as a temporary (one-time, I should hope!) feeder just when I was feeling completely drained. I feel drawn to him, I feel like he's been the odd one out for all his life -- just like me. Maybe this 'Mansion' will be a home for me as much as it might be for him. He promised to teach me how to cook. Me. Adrian Ivashkov. Cooking. Mother is probably turning in her grave.

Oh, he also took me flying.

That was even cooler, I might add. My name is Adrian and I can fly. Kudos to me.

Then there's that guy Tsuzuki (oops, I made a spelling error; no wonder; look, it's rectified!). He's -- something. He explained everything to me, but it's like I'd explain the principles of Spirit wielding to a five-year-old. I'm trying to understand the complex connections in his brain (and quite a brain he has!), but he's making me feel dense.

I almost got into a fight. Jeez. Reminded me of my confrontation with Christian back at the Academy, what with his suspicions concerning me and Lissa. Idiot. ~~I miss him~~.

Surprisingly, I don't miss Rose. She was part of my life -- she took a huge chunk of it, actually -- but she isn't anymore. I am slowly adjusting to this. And then, there's Natalie. Natalie who's sweet and young and all kinds of adorable, and who makes me think of that song from 'Dirty Dancing' -- She's Like The Wind, do you know it? We, er, went on a date. We... we kissed. It was -- it was. It just was. I feel too hotheaded now to think straight about that. I think... I think I might like her. I have no idea what she thinks of me. Thankfully, this time my reputation didn't precede me. I can live freely here.

(As long as I find a regular feeder. I wonder if Nat...)

Oh, and then there's Niko. He's somewhat like that kickass Belikov, but this time we don't like the same girl. He knew what I was -- or nearly -- so I had to spill out part of my story. I hope he doesn't think I'd go on a killing spree and suck all the blood in this house. Because I won't. I never kill. We never do.

~~Natalie?~~

[for iggy] a friend in need's a friend indeed

iwalkindreams — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 22:43:39 GMT

Things have been happening too quickly, and Adrian was tired already without having so many new faces around, and without hearing so many new voices, and mostly, mostly, without feeling, smelling, sensing so many different natures in his vicinity.

His sleep is fitful.

He'd look for Rose in her dreams, but he knows it would be meaningless.

When he wakes up, it's almost twilight. Good. He can actually go out on his balcony without being afraid he'd be fried. Moroi have a certain resistance to sunlight, but it's no excessive -- exposing himself to direct, full sunlight would mean torture and, most probably, death.

If a certain young friend with wings and an inclination for cooking (and food in general) wandered at any time out of wherever he is, he'd find Adrian sitting on a rocking chair, his sunglasses on, smoking one of his cigarettes and being miserable.

[For Tsuzuki] Come, come, wherever you are!

iwalkindreams — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 18:41:25 GMT

Once Iggy was gone, Adrian felt oddly empty.

Perhaps what had just happened bore a deeper meaning than that he could grasp.

Again borrowing the Scarlett O'Hara fashion, he goes I'll think of it tomorrow. Taking a shower - the first in two or three days (he lost count) - really helps. He plays with the taps, alternating scalding hot with icy cold water, profiting of the Moroi's ability to adjust their senses.

A few hours of sleep and he feels rejuvenated. It's almost ten o'clock in the evening now, and that calls for a whiskey fix. Adrian feels it would be odd to do it alone, anyway, so he puts the bottle he picked from the kitchen on a small coffee table, adds two glasses from a cabinet, and thinks he'd be alright if someone happens to knock at his door.

(The room is still a mess, but Adrian was never a man of conveniences).