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[Nadezdha Ivanova]

Today was one of those long work days. Nadezdha had recently gotten the order for an upcoming wedding, and it was paying good money. With her hair up in a tightly packed bun and her flowery apron around her plain work clothes, Nadezdha hurried back and forth around her shop locating the proper flowers and wrappings. It was hard to work the small shop all on her own. She brushed a lock of her ginger hair behind her ear as she concentrated on her work.

Nadezdha snatched up the lilac flowers in front of her and made her way to the desk. Luckily, no one else had entered the shop today. It was peaceful, yet chaotic. The chaotic order was normal for the leprechaun, and she enjoyed it. The leprechaun continued to her desk and set her flowers down. She listened to any cry of a baby, but all was silent. Mikhail was asleep right now. Nadezdha let out a gentle sigh. This was supposed to be the place she and Darius remained for the remainder of their lives. A slight ache of sadness rose in her chest, but Nadezdha forced it down. There was no time for that now. She had plenty of time to move on later. For now, Nadezdha didn't mind staying single.


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Lilacs. Roses. Tulips. Carnations and daisies and daffodils and Gaia knows how many other varieties of pretty little plant. As a leprechaun, Puck couldn't help but feel drawn to them; and at the same time, his stance of total non-attachment in romance left him rather conflicted about it. Because, well. Flowers and romance went hand-in-hand these days, didn't they? These human customs were so ridiculous, and yet, they made a bizarre kind of sense.

Still, he could admire them, couldn't he? He stood outside a particularly nice little flower shop and bent down to sniff them, drawing in the pollen with a good, deep breath. His eyes flicked up to the lady in the shop, spying her through the window as she worked behind the desk. Oh well. One sniff was enough, and he didn't have any plans to buy or linger. So he straightened up, doffed his hat, and started walking off to --

Wait. Back up.

He took reverse steps and looked through the window again. For a while, Robin just stood there, conflicted about whether he was seeing this or not. No, it was absolutely impossible. No way. There was nobody from his past in this realm, he knew that for a fact, so how could he be seeing... well... what was right in front of him?

Cautiously, Robin stepped over and poked the door open, as if making sure it wasn't simply painted there like on cartoons. The little bell atop jingled as it swung inward; nope. This was real life. And he had NO idea what the hell he was looking at anymore.

"...Nadezdha?" he said, his tone wary. If this was some type of shapeshifter playing a joke on him, he was going to rip it to pieces, that much he was sure of.

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[Nadezdha Ivanova]

Nadezdha?

A striking pain hit her head; the leprechaun gasped softly and touched her forehead. That voice... she thought quietly, I know that voice...but from where? It's so oddly familiar... Her blue eyes darted to the door where she'd heard the small bell ring that alerted her of a customer. It wasn't a human standing in the doorway. Instead, there stood another of her kind--a leprechaun. He stood in the doorway and watched her with this odd expression. Nadezdha couldn't determine if it was shock or anger or both.

She blinked a few times. He looked sort of funny, but in a good way. Nadezdha searched her mind as she took in his face for a connection. His face was familiar, yes, she knew that face. From where? Her brows knitted together in a deep concentration.

"Hello...can I help you?" Nadezdha straightened herself and took a rag to wipe off her hands. Her heavy Russian accent came through. She hesitantly stepped around the desk, "I'm sorry if this seems sudden or rude, but, do I know you? You look so familiar and I just can't place a name on you..." The leprechaun smiled, "I can see you're like myself, though I've never been to Avalon as far as I know. So, I must've seen you around here, maybe? My name is Nadezdha...Nadezdha Ivanova...but...well, you seem to already know that..."

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This wasn't going well. This wasn't going well at all. Robin's expression only became more confused and jumbled-up the more she spoke. She was like him? Hadn't been to Avalon? Didn't even remember him? This was all wrong, but he was absolutely certain that he was talking to her. There was no way that this was a coincidence. Just no way.

"I... suppose you don't," he said, tilting his head. "You really don't remember me? I haven't changed form or anything. Though, apparently you have..." His eyes narrowed down a bit as he approached her, going over to the desk and leaning over it a bit to get a closer look. He was studying her like she was some bizarre new being, something completely foreign and totally familiar all at once.

Apparently satisfied with his weird once-over, Robin leaned back again and folded his arms. He was calmer, but in the remote sense, and stared at her with a puzzled frown. "I've been away for a very long time. Incident with King Oberon, I won't get into it right now. What on earth happened to you?"

For the moment, he was withholding his name. He wanted her to remember it herself -- if he could get her to do that, then he might be a bit more comfortable with all this. Meeting his childhood friend again after thousands of years was one thing, meeting her while she apparently had bloody amnesia was another entirely.

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[Nadezdha Ivanova]

He was a peculiar Fae. Nadezdha wondered if he'd had too much cream before waltzing in to her store. She knew that her flower ship would attract fairies because of all the nature; Nadezdha mused on if her green thumb came from being a leprechaun. She was a very lucky woman with the kinds of flowers she could make grow. It made her small shop something rare and valuable to those who knew what they were looking for. It was one of the reasons she could be here in Sellersburg, Indiana and still prosper from all around the United States. That, and there were surprisingly a lot of rich people in this area.

"I... suppose you don't. You really don't remember me? I haven't changed form or anything. Though, apparently you have..."

The fairy approached her, which made Nadezdha just a slight unnerved. What he was saying made absolutely no sense; it had to be cream. When he leaned closer to her she searched his familiar gaze for signs of drunkenness. Nothing. He was either really good at hiding it or it wasn't cream and he was just insane. Nadezdha hadn't seen him before in her life that she could remember.

"I've been away for a very long time. Incident with King Oberon, I won't get into it right now. What on earth happened to you?"

So now he wanted a life story? Her blue eyes blinked sympathetically at him. There was nothing wrong with humoring him she supposed. It was best to satisfy him and then he'd probably be on his merry way. For all she knew this was some joke; leprechauns were known for jokes.

"Um...what happened to me? Well, I was born in Siberia, Russia as the third daughter of what would become eight. I wasn't aware of my leprechaun heritage until the age of 9..." She mused more, "when I was 18 I left for America and got my citizenship. Then I opened a flower shop. That's what happened to me." There. That was all he needed to know. Nadezdha smiled at him, though her head was beginning to ache again. It was unfortunate that closing time wasn't even close. She supposed a nice bottle of water or warm tea could hold her over after her strange guest had gone.

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Robin listened intently to her story -- and he was sure that's what it was, too. A story. But that didn't mean she didn't believe it, because if she truly did remember him, what reason would she have to lie? Plus, it would explain her suddenly being a leprechaun now. This was going to be one of those things that tied him down for a while, he just knew it, but... well, it was little Nadiya, damn it. Just... bigger, and not quite the same.

"Right... then I suppose I've mistaken you for somebody else," he lied, extending a hand. "Sorry for the confusion. I'm Robin, but you can call me Puck if you like. Lovely shop, Miss Ivanova. I particularly like the carnations out front."

In his other hand, he slipped something onto the table and nudged it toward her -- a small bottle of a clear lavender-tinted liquid that smelled sweet and floral. He had noticed the pain her headache caused, and it just so happened that he kept around a little bit of medicine at all times, ever since he had that nasty incident with the Black Death back in 1349.

"That should help with the ache, by the way," he explained. "I know, 'don't take candy from strangers' and all, but it does look like it's rather pestering you, and I'd not poison someone who looks so much like a dear friend of mine."

Well. He would if they were imitating said friend on purpose. But that was beside the point.

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"Right... then I suppose I've mistaken you for somebody else. Sorry for the confusion. I'm Robin, but you can call me Puck if you like. Lovely shop, Miss Ivanova. I particularly like the carnations out front."

Right. Nadezdha didn't believe him for a second, yet still extended her hand and gave his a firm shake. Her lips curled into a smile and her eyes brightened at the compliment. "Robin. That's a lovely name, and thank you for the compliment. I try to keep the shop welcoming for anyone." Including strange people like him. She was curious now. Nadezdha wanted to figure out what had brought him in here, and she figured it was herself. There was something he was withholding from her, and the leprechaun was determined to figure it out.

Robin. That name...

"Hurry up, Robin!" She called over her shoulder as she raced up the hill, though she was free of a heavy water bucket. The ginger-headed child giggled as she rocked back and forth on her heels and waited for the leprechaun to catch up. "C'mon! Hurry! We have to water the big tree! Maybe it'll speak this time and grant us a wish! Come on, Robin!"

Nadezdha flinched. What had that been? She shook her head clear and noticed the lavender liquid on the table. She hadn't caught anything he'd said if he had so she just glanced up at him with a lost expression. "I-I'm sorry...I think I spaced out for a moment there. What did you say, Robin?"

"Yay! You made it, Robin! Follow me! Let's go to the grand tree!"

Her hand went back to her forehead as she cringed and squeezed it. She really wasn't feeling well.



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Robin simply nodded, not really responding to her thanks. A strange look crossed his face as he looked around the shop, giving himself a good gander at it for the first time. It seemed exactly like what it was; a perfectly boring and ordinary flower shop, if maybe one that was a tad fancier than most. He looked, and felt, utterly out of place in it.

Nice decorations, clean surfaces, a relaxing smell... this hadn't been his world for a very, very long time. The alleys and the streets were where he belonged now. Pretty places like this just didn't welcome him anymore.

His eyes snapped back onto Nadezdha when she flinched. Apparently, he had spaced out too -- but she seemed to be in pain, so he stepped forward again, with intent concern written all over his face.

"I-I'm sorry...I think I spaced out for a moment there. What did you say, Robin?"

"It's alright. Wasn't important. Are you okay...?" He leaned close and held up his hand, raising three fingers. "Can you focus for a second? How many fingers am I holding up?"

For some reason, Robin strongly felt like he was doing much more harm than good. Maybe he shouldn't have walked in after all... but it couldn't be helped now, he just had to give her what he could and fix what he caused. He swiped up the lavender bottle with his other hand and popped out the cork, holding it out to her.

"Look here. Try and drink this, should help." He was coming on a bit too strong, perhaps, but damn it, little Nadiya was in pain and he just damn well couldn't stand that.

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[Nadezdha Ivanova]

His fingers looked like they were multiplying. First she saw three, then six, and then three again...then back to six. It was making her head spin more. The fact that she was having sudden dizzy spells alarmed her. Nadezdha swore she hadn't let herself dehydrate and she had felt fine earlier today. She wondered if that was returning, and that thought terrified her. Her other hand went to the desk to keep her balance. Nadezdha knew he had three fingers up; it didn't make sense that he'd have six. What if he didn't have three and the others were a figment of her imagination? What if he was only holding one up?

"Um," She managed before another pain struck her head. The Fae winced. There were voices running around in her head--voices? Where had they come from? Am I losing my mind? she wondered.

"Look here. Try and drink this, should help."

The liquid came close to her lips and the leprechaun could smell the floral scent. The scent itself seemed to soothe her pains. Nadezdha began to relax, though, she began to relax a little too much. Her hand came out and grasped Robin's wrist--a firm, yet gentle, hold. A familiar look crossed her blue eyes and she smiled weakly at him.

"Hello Robin..." She whispered before the familiar look faded away and the leprechaun lost consciousness.

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Her lack of an answer concerned him as much as if she'd gotten it wrong. Good lord, how weak had she become? It wasn't enough that she had simply lost her memory and somehow switched species -- she had to go and get herself sick, too. Sick! Nadezdha! The girl who, as far as he was concerned, might as well have eaten iron for breakfast and spit it in the eyes of her enemies. She was made of tougher stuff than this, he knew it.

"It's three," he said, leaning over the counter again to get closer. "Three, Nadezdha, focus. Keep your eyes on me. You have to... to..."

Unfortunately, he didn't get to finish his sentence. The look on her face stopped him cold. For one of the first times in his life, Robin was speechless -- this whole encounter had been so jarring and confusing and frustrating that the brief, fleeting second she recognized him...

...Was followed immediately by her passing out. Great. All of his dreams were coming true. Not. He teleported right behind her, catching her body at the last possible second before it could slam right to the ground. "Oi! Hey, watch it, you almost..." He waved a hand in front of her face. "...You're not awake, are you?

Robin let out a sigh, turning his eyes toward the sky. With a labored breath, he muttered, "Well, fuck me."

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Because Robin was Robin, he hadn't closed her store; he could be found standing out in front of the register, looking both mind-numbingly bored and inwardly worried at the same time. He figured that she would be cross with him if she lost any business due to him just showing up and making her pass out like he did, so for old times' sake, he had tended to the shop -- as well as the child.

Ah, the child. That had been as much of a shock to him as seeing her again in the first place, but it'd involved a lot less freaking out and randomly fainting. It stood to reason that it meant she was married now, but he'd seen no such indication -- resisting the urge to snoop was harder than he thought, but somehow, he managed. After all, he'd caused quite enough trouble for one day. Any more would probably earn him a few of those bruises she was so notorious for acquiring.[/size][/blockquote]

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[Nadezdha Ivanova]

The Fae dreamed her long dream again; the one where she was an elf princess and had this jester for a friend. The dream went through the life of the elf all the way to her death day somewhere in 1945. In this span of time, Nadezdha knew who Robin was. She knew why she recognized him, and even wished to wake so she could properly greet him. She hadn’t seen her friend in a number of years. Had it been thousands of years? The elf had lost contact with him once becoming a busy young adult in learning the politics of Avalon and its structure. But I always kept him in my thoughts, she thought solemnly, as a sign that I’d not forgotten him, and that it is proper for a lady to do so for a male she wishes well. Nadezdha smiled some in her sleep. She’d had more manners back then. It was hard to be a rebel in her position, though the trait had always secretly been there. It was for that reason that maybe she had been attracted to her friend in the first place. He’d helped cultivate that side so it would not be forgotten.

Then Nadezdha woke and it was gone.

The dream became fuzzed and all major details of it were lost. She lost the faces of those in the dream, and their names. The events of the little elf’s life skewed and some of them even diminished. It was always like this when she woke from the dream; Nadezdha couldn’t figure out why she kept having the same dream over and over. It haunted her like an angry poltergeist and wouldn’t allow her to dream of anything otherwise. The leprechaun sighed, rubbed her forehead, and observed the empty, little bottle on her nightstand. It’d been the one her guest had offered her.

Speaking of which, where was that guy and had he carried her into her bedroom? She stood and made her way to the crib. Her son’s large, green eyes stared back at her and he squirmed with excitement at sensing her presence and began to make some noise. Nadezdha smiled broadly and felt warmed as she gently scooped the small child into her arms.

“Hey, Misha,” she cooed as she gave him a once-over. He looked okay. That was good, and relieved some concerns of hers. Nadezdha curled the baby close to her and headed downstairs to her shop. That was where she figured the other leprechaun would be, and so he was. Nadezdha could see him as soon as she came out of the door leading to her shop. It was handy to have an apartment right above it. “Puck…”

Nadezdha didn’t want to alarm him so she carefully made her way over with a friendly grin. “I see you survived a while with my son. I’m sorry, I passed right out on you, didn’t I? That doesn’t usually happen.” She made a mental note to check up on her health later. The last thing Nadezdha could afford was getting ill. She rounded around to where she faced him and glanced down at Mikhail, who was patiently inspecting the area, before looking back at him. “Thank you…for…well…I suppose not just leaving me there.”


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Robin spun on his heel at once, turning to see her in anticipation. Something in him fell a bit when she spoke, like he was disappointed… but he didn’t let the look show for long. For some reason, he’d been hoping that she would still remember him when she reawoke.

“Not a problem, Nadiya. How’s your head? No bumps or lumps, I’ll expect.” He had his cheeky tone right back on – in fact, everything about him seemed normal again. Yesterday’s strange, suspicious behavior had been completely wiped off, replaced with his usual oddball demeanor. Which, in retrospect, was probably unfamiliar to her. No matter. He’d damn well make it familiar if he had to, the old-fashioned way.

With an impish smirk on his face, he walked over, bouncing his step. “You didn’t even hit the floor, Miss Ivanova. And besides, how could I leave a lovely damsel in distress? Especially one with such a cute little youngling ~ ” He reached out and gave Mikhail a kind little pat on the head. “What’s the rascal’s name, by the way?”

Part of him felt a bit odd about the child. He had remembered wondering, after they drifted apart, whether she’d name her first child after him. Not that he expected her to; it was merely one of the many things about her that crossed his mind around the time he lost his former life as the court jester. Knowing her, he figured it to be something weird, like her own name. Plus… this version of her didn’t remember him at all, so how or why would she? He was just the weirdo that came in, made her faint, and then tended her shop after she did so. Nobody in their right mind would be as calm and welcoming as she was being.

But then, Nadiya was never much one for being in her right mind. She herself had taught him the value of being a little bit mad every now and then.

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[Nadezdha Ivanova]

“Not a problem, Nadiya. How’s your head? No bumps or lumps, I’ll expect.”
Nadya? So the two of them were already to informal names? Nadezdha smirked in amusement at the thought. His entire manner had changed since she’d last seen him, which was before she fainted. While he had once seemed confused and wary now he was chipper and sociable. It was an odd change of attitude. She wondered if he really had been on cream at the time.

“My name is Nadya now, hm?” She teased lightly, “No one has called me that pet name in quite a while.” She pretended to feel around her head for any bumps or lumps and simply shrugged. Nope, none of those to report.

She wasn’t as wary as she had been when he approached this time. If he had been kind enough to get her to bed, tend to her child, and watch her shop then he was either not too bad of a person or was trying to woo her. That said, doing all of that was definitely a way to accomplish it. Though, Nadezdha was going with the ‘he isn’t a bad person’ deal instead. The leprechaun didn’t come off as the other one. At least, not to her.

“You didn’t even hit the floor, Miss Ivanova. And besides, how could I leave a lovely damsel in distress? Especially one with such a cute little youngling ~ What’s the rascal’s name, by the way?”

Mikhail’s mouth opened into a large ‘O’ shape when he was patted. The expression caused Nadezdha to laugh out loud. It was so adorable! She loved her son and his quirky ways. The poor child looked so lost. He did not understand why mommy made such noises when he was confused or curious. Nadezdha knew he’d learn all in due time.

“His name is Mikhail Mazelis. His father named him… ” Her voice trailed off at that and her lips tightened. There was a sudden ache in her chest, which she hated. It was still hard to talk about him, and she hated that. Nadezdha didn’t want it to be hard. She shook her head and decided to change the subject, “You know something? Your name is oddly familiar. Not Puck…your real name. I think it’s been in a dream of mine, but it wasn’t you who was named it.”

Hinting at a possible thing in her past life? Perhaps.

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Oh, Robin wished he had been on cream. This whole day so far was like a mental bloody roller-coaster. A big bowl of it would have been so, so nice for his rattling nerves just then. But of course, he was denied that pleasure, and rightly so – he wasn’t exactly the brightest bulb in the world when he’d been, ah, “on the mammary” for a while. Still. A little nip could have soothed him, loosened up that tight coil in his stomach.

“Is that so? Well, people should say it more often. It’s a cool nickname.” He had noticed how much calmer she seemed to be; apparently, whatever stressed her out enough to make her faint had passed. Assuming that it really was stress. For all he knew, she was afflicted with some deathly illness. But that just made the coil throw a little fucking fit, so he ditched that train of thought at the station. It just… well, it felt nice to call her by her pet name again. He’d done it often as a child, except in front of her parents, for obvious reasons.

He couldn’t help grinning at them when the boy did his cute little reaction. Small children weren’t beings he had interacted with much, but he could still appreciate it when they did something cute; in fact, it had been his job quite often to amuse King Oberon’s closest youth as they grew into Lords. (Though, as they grew, he realized that they gradually became little shits; under Nadezdha’s care, he was sure little Mikhail would turn out a lovely boy.)

Her reaction to mentioning the boy’s father was obviously a sore spot. A sympathetic look crossed him for a moment, and he looked as though he wanted to curl her up in a blanket and give her a nice tea – but it passed as quick as hers did, and he considerately let the topic alone.

“Perhaps you were thinking of the bird,” he suggested, though he was fairly sure it was bullshit. This was all far too much of a coincidence. Whatever had done her memory in, he was damn well going to find it out and restore it for her, come hell or high water… but of course, telling her so at this point would just earn him a one-way ticket out the door. So, he covered it up as best he could. “Also, have you read Shakespeare? You’ve probably heard my name in his plays, if you know them. He completely stole me as a character. Not that I mind, but being played by Kenneth Brannagh… well, it’s rather irritating…”

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[Nadezdha Ivanova]

“Perhaps you were thinking of the bird,”

"Certainly not. In my dream it was definitely a person," Nadezdha responded with an air of confidence in her tone. "I have this same dream almost every night. I just fail to remember a lot of it in the morning." Not that she thought that mattered to mention. It was just a dream. There was nothing more to it than some strange fantasy tale her mind made up and enjoyed every night. Nadezdha loved dreaming, but she never found any significance in them.

Her son cooed to alarm her of his presence. She smiled down at him and nuzzled her child. He loved attention. Nadezdha thought he was such a good boy. Mikhail hardly cried at all, and not without reason. The boy was quieter than most babies, and that both stressed and relieved Nadezdha. It was nice to not have to deal with the constant screaming, but it was hard to tell when he wanted something or not. As of now he was unable to speak, and silence didn't help either.

“Also, have you read Shakespeare? You’ve probably heard my name in his plays, if you know them. He completely stole me as a character. Not that I mind, but being played by Kenneth Brannagh… well, it’s rather irritating…”

"I know of him a little. I wasn't much of a reader as a child, and I'm so busy nowadays it's hard to have a book in hand. My expertise lies in the floral department, and, sadly, that's about it." She smiled apologetically. "Which of his plays was it? I'll have to pick it up and take a peek." Nadezdha winked playfully, "I'll be the judge of if he ripped you off, eh?"



Nadezdha talking
Nadezdha thinking
Someone else is talking

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