#velementov

[fairweathermyth]

THE GREAT 3.08 Peter and the Wolf

#thegreatedit #tvedit #perioddramaedit #the great #velementov #grigory petrov #made by carolyn #petrov was such a great new character #incredible energy

[nadezhda-wexler]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 3𝐱02 Choose Your Weapon

#the great #thegreatdaily #huzzahthegreat #userzaynab #userdanahscott #underbetelgeuse #tusercat #natahjikio #velementov #tvarchive #tvcentric #perioddramasource #perioddramacentral #mine

[ladystrallan]

What the characters of The Great would dress up as for Halloween

I thought this would be fun to do. Happy Halloween!

Peter: Mojo Dojo Casa House Ken

I just know Peter would dress up as Ken! He picked Mojo Dojo Casa House Ken because he wants to look cool and not wear a shirt.

Catherine: Barbie or clever pun costume

I could see Catherine doing one of two things; either she dresses up as Barbie because she's coordinating with Peter (and she probably likes the movie since it's feminist) or she's doing a pun costume that she came up with herself and thinks is really clever.

Grigor and George: Bonnie and Clyde

Couple's costume but well executed. George probably started putting together the costume months in advance. They've got super cool gunshot makeup and Grigor is stoked that he gets to carry a prop gun (that he'll probably pretend to shoot Peter, Arkady, and Velementov with). They win best costume.

Tatyana: Sexy badger

She's totally the kind of girl to wear lingerie and animal ears Mean Girls style. We saw her put ink on her nose to look like a badger in the printing press episode, so I think she would be a sexy badger.

Arkady: Han Solo

I definitely think Arkady would dress up as someone cool and suave like Han Solo (he would also pretend to shoot the guys with his blaster). He wanted to be Ken, but then he found out Peter was dressing up as Ken and he had to switch.

Orlo: Some obscure philosopher

He would spend the whole evening trying to explain his costume and get progressively more frustrated that nobody knows who he is.

Archie: Nothing

Of course Archie thinks that Halloween is the devil's holiday, but he still shows up at the party to stare at everyone in sexy costumes. People keep telling him "nice costume" even though he's wearing his normal clothes.

Elizabeth: Floor show Frank-N-Furter

Elizabeth definitely goes to midnight screenings of Rocky Horror every year. She's dressing up as floor show Frank because (like real life Elizabeth) she wants to show off her legs.

Agnes and Hugo: Misunderstood couple's costume

Agnes would be like "we should do Grease". Hugo would be like "got it" and show up in a toga.

Velementov: One of those pairs of glasses with a nose and moustache

Velementov is doing the lowest effort costume possible. He literally just came to the party to get drunk.

Marial: Sexy angel

Marial is probably wearing a super basic costume. Archie yells at her because he thinks her costume is blasphemous.

#the great #the great hulu #georgina dymov #charity wakefield #grigor dymov #gwilym lee #catherine the great #elle fanning #peter iii of russia #nicholas hoult #velementov #aunt elizabeth #arkady #tatyana #agnes #hugo #orlo #archie #marial #the great season 2 #the great season 3 #halloween #halloween costumes #fucking lemoniest of lemon

[a-member-of-minuteswithmandm]

The Great (Hulu) season 3 just came out and we haven't finished watching it YET, but we need to talk about how incredible Catherine and Peter's love is.

Like come on, Peter is an indefensibly horrible man who has done some incredibly unforgivable things (we are still crying over Leo, plus fucking Catherine's mom to dead is batshit), but.....we just can't stop rooting for him and Catherine to somehow get their happily ever after. Is it insane? Yes. Are we planning on changing? No

It's wonderful that Catherine went through with stabbing Peter at the end of season 2 (she thought it was him which is what counts), because even though she lives him with all her heart, she's still trying to make rational decisions

(Season 3 spoilers in this paragraph) Even things like him refusing to kill the man who assaulted him as a child because Catherine didn't want to (he only slipped up after Simitz taunted Grigor), and the fact that he doesn't want to sleep with anyone other than Catherine anymore is so much evidence of his growth!!!

Anyway, the point is that their chemistry is incredible and I am rooting for them till my dying breath! What do you think? Watch out video and let us know!!

#the great hulu #the great amazon prime videos #catherine the great #peter the great #catherine x peter #orlo #Velementov #grigor x marial #grigor x George #Russia #Empress of Russia #nicholas hoult #elle fanning #orlo dead #podcast #youtube #aunt Elizabeth #archie #archie x marial

[mollyringle]

Velementov: The American ambassador is here. I mean, they're not a country, so what the fuck is he doing calling himself that? "A guy from America is here" might be better. Happy 4th of July weekend! :)

#the great #velementov #america

[tenderbittersweet]

The Great — 3x02: “Choose Your Weapon”

As the only person who has written smutty Velementov fanfic, I feel like this scene was written specifically for me to enjoy, and I fucking do.

#the great #velementov #personal #lmao #op

[stromuprisahat]

#The Great (TV series) #03×02: Choose Your Weapon #Velementov #Jesus Christ #relatable #V

[seredelgi]

Watching "The great" for the first time and not being able to resist shipping Peter and Catherine.

Who else can relate?

#omg #peterine #peter and catherine #catherine the great #peter the great #the great hulu #tv series #marial #grigor #arci #tatyana #georgina #orlo #velementov #elizabeth #cute #love #funny #gifs

[madegeeky]

Thinking about The Great and how at the end Marial, who has been there since the beginning, balks and that it's Velementov, the last main conspirator to join and who had the least confidence in Catherine, that stands beside her.

About how the desire for revenge, status, and money couldn't carry Marial through the end. About how she certain she was that, at the beginning, that she would get her status back. About how at the end she looked around and saw nothing but despair and gave up. About how thinking about only of herself, even if it's understandable, made her world so much smaller and darker than it could be. About how courage doesn't just mean taking that first step but taking the final one as well.

About how bad Velementov wanted to do right by his soldiers, by his people, but felt like he couldn't. About how, unlike Marial in the beginning, he gave up and just accepted not only his slow death, but the death of all those he was supposed to protect. About how he looked at Catherine and couldn't stop himself from thinking "What if". About how he looked not just at the soldiers but at the people. About how Velementov, the man that had given up, looked around when everything seemed lost and saw hope.

About how the person standing with Catherine at the end had to be Velementov. How it couldn't be anyone else.

It had to be him because he knew what he was asking her to do. He knew it meant to condemn people to death. He knew what it meant to have to live with that. It had to be him not because he was a soldier but because he was a leader. It had to be him because he knew what it was to be dragged unwillingly out of despair and finally, finally, be given the chance to make the world a better place.

In the end, revenge wasn't enough. Neither was bitterness, greed, or anger. Those emotions can only carry someone so far.

In the end, the fierce burning of knowing that the world can be better, that there is hope, is what wins the day.

#geeky talks #geeky talks the great #geeky talks tv #marial and velementov are such interesting characters #especially when being used as foils for each other #god i love this show so fucking much

[aishlingbrown]

Inktober, day 5

General Velementov

#inktober #the great #general velementov #douglas hodge #sketchbook #abart

[aziraphalesbookkeeper]

Mmmm thinkin about Catherine spending all of s1 plotting to kill Peter and then when he gets sick she does nothing but panic

Yeah 💔

#listen #velementov saying 'your legs went as if you were at sea' rewrote something in me #the great #catherine the great #peter the great #season 1 catherine and peter hit different

[zalrb]

“you look weak if you let them go, and, you know, everyone’s excited...”

#velementov is the only funny part about this show

[fairweathermyth]

Ladies and gentlemen, I have, and we are already in the process of... invading Sweden! - What? Is this a jape? - Peter the Third, Hugo, and General Velementov have taken three battalions and ride for Sweden this day!

THE GREAT 3.05 Ice

#previously oscarspoe #tvedit #thegreatedit #perioddramaedit #the great #the great spoilers #empress catherine #archie #made by carolyn #it's early. i'm struggling. #she's giving unhinged but make it unspeakably sad

[ephemeral-fae]

Thinking about how Catherine and Grigor turn to each other in the wake of Peter’s death. How they were the only ones who witnessed it (Hugo and Velementov notwithstanding). How Grigor is the first person Catherine has to convince that he’s not dead. And how once it is revealed that he is dead, by both of them breaking simultaneously, they two are the only ones truly ravaged by the grief it brings. 

Thinking about Catherine asking Grigor to tell her stories about Peter. Thinking about Grigor’s loyalty being won in the first episode by the simple fact that Catherine makes Peter happy. Thinking about the fact that Grigor won’t kill her because Peter loved her.

The two of them were wholeheartedly in love with the same man. A man who was baffling, who was obviously without remorse or second thought for much of his life. A man who hurt them both, intentionally and unintentionally, over and over and over again. A man who they both had tried to kill, and who had tried to kill them in return. No one else was as completely devoted to him. Not Elizabeth, not Georgina. Everyone else in his life saw him as a pawn, as something to manipulate to get what they want, noted when Georgina states “Nothing I used to own is mine anymore.” and when Elizabeth gets mad at him for not secretly ordaining Paul. Catherine and Grigor though. They get mad at him, yes. They are hurt by him time and time again. But they don’t use him. They love him. Completely and purely. Naively. It is why Grigor is the only person Catherine trusts with Paul. It is why she kisses him when they get back to the palace. The only people who can understand the depths of their grief are them. Their love for him blinded them. Their love for him stunted them. No one else will ever understand the depths of their love for such a madman, and no one else will ever comprehend the depths of insanity they were both slowly driven to by their love for him. In both their love for, and grief of Peter, they are completely united.

“I could’ve said anything else. Any other words. Salt bath, otter spit, Irish stew, hurt me, love me, kiss me, forget all, touch me, hit me, shoot me. Love you with every sinew and one day it will hurt all over to never touch you again. To never feel our eyes meet and inflame me. To never hear an inane thought that somehow made my blood sing. Don’t go. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me.” - Catherine the Great

“Fuck you for your lack of love. He was a man who felt everything. Not with the hurdles and cul-de-sacs and fences we stop ourselves with. If he was fury, he was nothing but fury, nothing but joy, nothing but killing. He knew life whole, not by measly portion. He loved me that way. He was the rarest of men. He was all fucking in on life! You will never see his like again! For my life ended too, in that freezing water. I loved him. More than I have ever loved anything or ever will.” - Grigor Dymov

#the great #the great hulu #catherine the great #peter the third #grigor dymov #georgina dymov #aunt elizabeth #catherine x peter #grigor x peter

[medusas-daughter]

No actually I have so much to say about this they killed off Orlo???? He was Catherine's first real supporter. Velementov was half in love with her, Marial was condescending and saw her as a naive child, Archie is after his own agenda, and Betty's loyalty is fickle. Orlo was the first one to support her not because of a crush or for his own interest. His position at court was stable, he was described by many as savvy, he may not have been Peter's favorite but he knew how to play the game. He was fine and he would have been fine without Catherine. He followed her because he believed in her, because their dreams and values were aligned. They built a friendship based on mutual respect and understanding. And then he fucking dies at Catherine's hand and gets left behind to be eaten by fucking bears and she doesn't even know she's the one who shot him? That's what Orlo is worth??????? I am livid.

#the great #orlo #sacha dhawan #the great orlo #the great spoilers

[tenderbittersweet]

Title: Prize

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: Catherine/Velementov

Summary:

Catherine has lost count of the number of times Velementov swept in and rescued her from Peter’s wrath. Protected her. Warned her. She owes him. She knows that. And now, with his health in rapid decline, she is running out of chances to make it up to him in any real, meaningful way. Catherine ponders what he could want that he didn’t readily have access to, but she draws a blank. He fought, fucked, and feasted whenever he felt like it. What was the one thing he wanted, but couldn’t have?

Catherine has lost count of the number of times Velementov swept in and rescued her from Peter’s wrath. Protected her. Warned her. She owes him. She knows that. And now, with his health in rapid decline, she is running out of chances to make it up to him in any real, meaningful way. Catherine ponders what he could want that he didn’t readily have access to, but she draws a blank. He fought, fucked, and feasted whenever he felt like it. What was the one thing he wanted, but couldn’t have?

“Me,” she says to herself. “He’s wanted me since I met him…”

She thinks back on how troubled and troubling he looked at the Nakaz meeting. How he wasn’t merely drunk, but clearly suffering in a way his self-medicating ways couldn’t help. And how forlorn and broken he’d looked when she found him in the hallway. A great man and a great general, brought down by something he couldn’t fight off.

Months, he had told her. He had only months.

Catherine nods. Yes, she would be his gift. The more she thinks about it, the more she knows she’ll make a perfect “thank you” and “goodbye” present that was befitting of a man like Velementov. A dear friend, a ruthless general, a trusted advisor, and so much more. Even when they argued, she loved and respected him.

She doesn’t let herself think about his declining health and what that will ultimately mean. She doesn’t let herself think about a world in which he isn’t at her side, making plans and jokes and being brutally honest with her when she needed him most. She doesn’t let herself think about how quickly he could be gone, how their plans were half-finished, how he’s a perfect, stupid, wonderful oaf that she doesn’t want to lose now or ever. With all this not-thinking she’s doing, it only becomes a more solid decision in her mind. Yes, she could do this for him. It was the least she could do.

Catherine knows that she doesn’t exactly have a way with words. No, having the right words at the right time was something Orlo, Archie, or Elizabeth could do, but not her. She could religiously plan and practice what she wants to say, but when the moment arrived, she’d get flustered or distracted, and then she’d lose the crowd’s attention, and everyone would be talking about what a fuck-up she was instead of talking about something she had proposed. She finds herself similarly plagued when it comes to gifting herself to Velementov. She knows what she wants to say, and she knows how she wants to come across—loving, grateful, understanding—but when she sees him, blustering and bumbling about, she is torn between rage at his lack of control and regret for feeling rage and abysmal for not being able to help him. And she’s ended up saying nothing to him.

She’s running out of time, and she knows it. She simply had to do something and not think about it any further.

“Velementov, you should come to my apartments tonight and fuck me!” she hears herself shout.

His eyes widen and his jaw drops, and fucking fuck, she said that—screamed it, really—in the middle of the hall in the middle of the day. Stupid, stupid brain. Stupid, stupid mouth. She feels her cheeks heat as a few of the meandering nobles give her odd looks. Velementov quickens his gait to get to her side.

“Tell me I heard you properly.”

Catherine grimaces.

“Unfortunately,” she says.

“I’m not sure how to take either statement you’ve just made.”

Not for the first time, she wishes the ground would open up and swallow her whole.

“This isn’t happening at all how I imagined.”

He puts a hand on her arm, and stops them. Bravely, she faces him. Velementov cocks a brow, looking her over.

“Are you drunk? Poisoned perhaps? We could get Vinodel…”

“I meant what I said,” she says. She takes a breath and closes her eyes. If she could just phrase it correctly, then he’d see what she was going for. “I want to give you my body. As a thank you.”

That still wasn’t quite right. That sounded far more sordid than she wanted it to. But that was the gist of it, so she opens her eyes, steeling herself for whatever Velementov would have to say about that. His face is inscrutable.

“This doesn’t seem like something you’d joke about.”

She shakes her head.

“No, it’s not a joke. I—” She sighs, frustrated with herself. “After all you’ve done for me, it’s the least I can do.”

Velementov barks a laugh, still not believing her. Catherine presses herself close to him and takes his hand in hers and holding it to her bosom. She kisses his knuckles.

“Please,” she says. “We haven’t got much time left together, you know.”

“Ah,” he says. “And you want to get a piece of me before you miss your chance.”

There’s a smile there amidst the pain, and a short chuckle escapes her against her better judgement.

“I want to be close to you,” she says. It feels right, saying that. That’s the heart of the thing, isn’t it? She wants him imprinted on her skin forever before they must be prematurely parted. “I love you.”

“Catherine,” he gently admonishes. “You have me, body and soul. I’m touched to know I’ll be missed.”

Catherine throws her arms around him, and he folds her into himself. She suddenly can’t remember any good reason they’d ever been at odds. All she knows is his warmth and comfort and kindness. He pulls away after a moment.

“In a few hours,” Velementov says, “you’re going to feel foolish for what you’ve offered up to me on a silver platter. You’ll remember all the times we’ve bickered and all the times I’ve failed you, and things’ll go back to normal. But knowing you, you’re going to be stubborn and show up in the middle of the night with a wild glint in your eye, out to prove that you’re a woman of your word.”

Well, he certainly knows her as well as she knows him. She doesn’t knock on his door when she arrives in front of it in the middle of the night as he’d predicted because she worries she’ll lose her nerve if he doesn’t answer right away or at all. Instead, Catherine tries the handle and walks in, surprised and pleased that it was unlocked. She tiptoes through his quarters, about to approach his bed, when she hears the barrel of gun being cocked into place.

“You’ve got three seconds to talk before I blow your fucking brains out,” says a voice behind her.

The gun goes off next to her, and the bullet hits the other side of the room. Clearly a warning shot.

“Velementov, it’s me! Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Catherine? What the fuck…”

He trails off, grumbling to himself, gracelessly finding a lamp and a match to give them some light. He holds it up to get a good look at her. Her eyes are wide, and she’s momentarily forgotten why she’s even here.

“Never sneak up on a soldier. ’S fucking suicidal. I could’ve killed you.”

She shakes her head. It’s her turn to pick her jaw up off the floor.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Velementov shakes his head.

“It’s alright. Good to know this old dog still has some fight left in him.” He grabs a nearby bottle and takes a long drink. “What’re you here for, Catherine?”

He asks her the question like he already knows the answer. Like he already knows the answer and is trying to make her see how ridiculous she’s being by showing up here to fuck him in the middle of the night, just like he said she would.

“I—”

He puts the bottle and the lamp down and approaches her. He takes her face in his hands, and she lets him.

“Go back to your bed. Go back to your bed and touch yourself until you come your pretty little brains out knowing that I’ll be doing the same, thinking about how you’ve been throwing yourself at me all day. You don’t have to prove yourself to me, little fox. You’ve already taken command of the coop.”

She surges forward the few inches that separate them and kisses him, hard and fast. She tastes salt and realizes she’s crying unawares for a second time today in his presence. But he’s kissing her back, hands still cupping her face, and she can’t help but notice that she feels so safe and loved and protected in this moment that she briefly wonders why she didn’t do this sooner.

(There were reasons. There were good reasons. None of them matter right now.)

“Catherine,” he murmurs, his forehead pressed against hers. “I haven’t it got it in me to reject you a third time.”

“I don’t want you to reject me,” she answers. “I want you to take me, if you’ll have me.”

If he really wants her gone, she’ll go. But she doesn’t want him to reject her just because he thinks he should. She waits a breathless moment, half expecting him to walk her to the door and close it behind her. He doesn’t.

Going into this, she assumed he would have her, then she’d thank him, he’d thank her, and they’d part knowing that they had made the most of his borrowed time. Catherine should have known that Velementov wouldn’t take a quick nibble when he could luxuriate with a meal.

He hikes her leg up onto his shoulder, giving him better access and a deep angle that makes her moan. Apparently all his years of whoring around had given him quite an array of knowledge which pleasured them both.

“Gorgeous,” he husks. “You’re gorgeous. Always thought you were a pretty little thing. A body to match the mind.”

She moans. Was he praising her? When she could be such a thorn in his side? When she’d change her mind at the last second and ruin everything? When she’d let her feelings rule over her instead of her brain?

She can’t help but whimper at that, which instantly gets his attention. He grins down at her, smug as could be.

“I wish I knew I was gonna die sooner, if this is the sight I have the pleasure to behold, to feel.”

He bottoms out, and she feels her eyes roll to the back of her head.

“D-don’t say that,” she eventually manages to say.

He lets go of her leg and settles between them both.

“That you’re gorgeous or that you’re brilliant?”

“That you wish you’d known you were going to die sooner.”

“I’m not too proud to admit that had I known it’d take dying to have my wildest dreams come true, I’d have—”

She silences him with another kiss. This was no time to dwell on the near future. This was about forgetting what was on the horizon.

Catherine doesn’t want to admit that those sentiments center Velementov’s death around her feelings instead of his. And how choosing to gift him herself was a celebration of her life and vitality as much as it was for his. Because she needs him more than she wants him. In fact, for all the years she’s known him, she’s never wanted to fuck him…until she heard of his illness. Life was so fucking fragile and fleeting and if he could die, then she could die. Fuck, she could die and everything she’d done would be for nothing.

“None of that,” she insists. “Please, Velementov.”

He doesn’t respond to her plea. She gets the feeling that he’s looking right through her and can see exactly why she’s here and exactly why she thought she needed to do this with and for him.

“I want to change positions,” she says.

“Be my guest,” he says.

He shifts off of her, waiting for further instruction. Always at attention.

“Sit against the headboard. I’ll ride you.”

Velementov doesn’t need to be told twice.

Catherine straddles him and slowly sinks down onto his cock. She lets out a long sigh that ends with a sharp intake of breath when he bottoms out. In the midst of her getting acclimated to this new position, Velementov wastes no time in delighting in the access he now has to her breasts as she rocks against him. He shoves his face into her cleavage and uses his hands to press them together, moaning shamelessly as he does so. Catherine snorts.

“Not so maudlin anymore, are you?” she teases.

He shakes his head before opening his mouth and sucking on one nipple and massaging the other. It’s exquisite.

“You’re like a pliant alabaster statue,” he murmurs against her skin. “You’re Diana. A huntress.”

She’s feeling rather heady now. Her mind feels like it’s full of cotton. Everything is soft and warm at the edges, fiery hot at the core. She’s not sure what to focus her attention on when she’s loving every bit of it.

“Velementov,” she moans.

“Fuck, Catherine.”

He juts up into her, and she moans again, louder this time.

“I didn’t—” Her mouth drops open in silent delight. “I didn’t know it would be like this.”

“Like what, pet?” he asks before his mouth moves to her other breast.

“That you’d t-take care of me. Like this.”

“You’re a prize. You’re a queen,” he says between open-mouthed kisses to her breast and collarbone. “You should be treated like one.”

Shit, this special treatment and attention was just for her? Because he wanted to do this for her?

“This is for you,” she says, hands moving off his shoulders and into his hair, nails running through his curls and over his scalp in a way that makes him groan. “What do you want, Velementov?”

“Whatever you’ll let me have.”

“Oh.”

She hadn’t been expecting that answer at all…

His arms come up and wrap around her in a bear hug, enveloping her until she was completely surrounded by him. She tucks her face into the side of his neck, breathing in his musky scent, feeling more loved and protected than she’s felt in an awfully long time.

Their conversation trails off after that. They were too focused on other things. On each other. And Velementov continues to lavish attention and care upon her until she finally crests and crashes pleasure’s edge. She closes her eyes shut tight, and she could swear she sees starbursts behind her eyes.

“Catherine?” Velementov husks.

“Mmm?”

“Catherine?”

She rouses herself a bit more, but she still doesn’t pick her head up off his shoulder. She feels as floppy, peaceful, and used as a beloved doll, and she has no intention of doing anything any time soon.

“Yes?”

“Tell me,” he says, “where you want me to come.”

Her eyes pop open at that. She bites her lip.

“Inside me,” she breathes.

“But—?”

She picks her head up and looks him in the eye.

“Inside me,” she repeats before pressing their mouths together once more.

Velementov gives no more protestations after that, and soon he is grunting his release. He surprises her, then, flipping them so he was on top of her once more, thrusting hard until he had no more left to give. It’s gratifying to feel his weight pressing her into his bed, knowing she’d caused him so much pleasure that he couldn’t help himself in finally taking her in the way she had initially imagined the night would go.

They catch their breath together, and he shifts off of her once more, allowing her room to breathe. She can feel him looking at her, and she rolls onto her side to look back.

“That was fucking incredible,” he says.

Catherine laughs. Somehow he was less eloquent before and after sex than during it.

“Indeed?”

“Indeed,” he agrees.

He reaches out and drags her towards him; she doesn’t protest.

“Didn’t have to go to all the trouble though.”

“I’m glad I did. Aren’t you?”

“Christ, you know I am,” Velementov says. “You’re—you’re the goddamn empress.”

“And you’re my very dear friend,” she says, putting a hand on his cheek and stroking his cheekbone with her thumb.

Velementov gives her a sad smile.

“I’m gonna miss you when I’m gone,” he says.

“Not as much as I’m going to miss you,” she says.

Suddenly, his gaze feels like it’s too much. Like he could see directly into her aching soul. She turns around in his arms and presses her back into his front and pulling his arm over her body. He readily acquiesces, murmuring appreciatively into her ear.

“I love you,” she tells the wall.

She’s not in love with him, but she does love him. She loves so deeply that she has to hold back tears.

“I know you do,” he says, squeezing her to him in a tight hug. He was never good at “I love yous,” having never heard it much in his life. “I know.”

She understands him though.

“What’ll I do without you?” Catherine asks in a small voice.

“Same as you do with me here: whatever you please.”

She gives a sniffly laugh.

“Shhh,” he soothes. “None of that now. Go to sleep, and you’ll wake up and have another day with me.”

“Alright,” she agrees. “Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight, little fox.”

Cuddled in his arms, she drifts off. Perhaps tomorrow they could go see Vinodel for his professional opinion. Just in case.

#the great #catherine the great #velementov #catherine x velementov #my fic #op