* i'll {follow} you [anya]

[PETER DIMITRI FEDEROV]

* all around the world for you ,

It was early, incredibly early. The alarm clock went off at around seven o’clock and a hand whacked the top of it, silencing it again. Opening his eyes, the young man managed to glimpse the time. Moaning he rolled over and swung his feet around onto the floor. Rubbing his eyes, he felt his head pound in rebellion. Great. Another damn hangover to make the morning so much better. Running a hand through his long dark hair he turned around to see a figure lying on the bed, again. This was the second time in a row this had happened. He couldn’t remember the night before at all and could not even remember the woman’s name. All he could see was a mess of blonde hair and fake tanned skin. Shaking his head he stood up and made his way quietly to the wardrobe. Reaching in he pulled out a pair of black pants and a shirt. Throwing them on he made his way over to the bathroom and washed his face.

Walking back out he silently grabbed his apartment keys and slipped some shoes on, grabbed his coat and made his way out the door. He ran down the stairs as quietly as he could and slipped out into the morning air. He threw his coat on and flagged down a taxi. Hopping inside he told the driver exactly where to go. Today, he had a mission. Today was the day he finally found her. For the past five years he had been searching for that girl and now he actually had a relatively trustworthy lead on her location. He had come down to Fantasia in the hopes of finding her but so far he had had no luck. Dimitri sighed as he thought about finally meeting her again. It had been so long since they’d seen each other last. So much had happened and there was so much to catch up on.

The taxi pulled up and Dimitri slipped the driver his money before rushing out of the bright yellow car. Stepping onto the sidewalk he made his way through the crowds that were already forming at seven thirty in the morning. It was amazing how early people would get up just to do a little Christmas shopping. But he didn’t really have any friends anyway. And the money was probably an issue. He hadn’t bought any presents yet and he knew no one would bother getting any for him. He was simply a misfit and didn’t deserve anything. Not even Caitlyn Potts would bother with him. Though she was often trying to let him know that he was alright, he had never believed her. No one bothered with him and he was perfectly fine with that. His life consisted of partying and waking up next to a total stranger. That and busking on the streets. Once or twice he had seen a red head move towards him and his spirits would rise but she would simply lean down and pop some money in his hat then walk away again. Dimitri was beginning to think the whole charade was hopeless.

The shop was just up ahead. A familiar name was printed in bold letters above the shop entrance and a smile spread across the young man’s face. He could not believe that he was finally about to do this. Walking up to the shop he noted a closed sign in the window. It didn’t open until a little later. Dimitri turned around and leaned on the door, waiting for someone to turn up. Hopefully it would be Anya, her familiar face beaming at the sight of his. It would be perfect. He had played out the meeting so many times in his head and now that it was finally happening he felt rather nervous. But Dimitri knew that there was no reason. It would all play out perfectly. What could possibly go wrong?

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T A G anya
L Y R I C S my people by the presets
N O T E S i'm so excited! but dimitri's gonna be really upset...poor dear}

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[anyayaya]

When Anya had agreed to open the cafe for her father that morning, she hadn't planned on being too tired to actually wake up early enough to do it. The cafe was supposed to be open at six every morning, and it was currently eight. Well, damn it all. Anya pulled on her winter boots and grabbed her fuzzy hat off the pole of her bed as she flipped open her cell phone and dialed her sister's number, "Tatiana!" Anya breathed in a hurried tone as she hopped around trying to pull her other boot on, "I need you to run over to the cafe and flip the sign to read open at ten. Please?! Come on, you live right next door." Tatiana argued with her and Anya let out a whimper as she slid across the floor, her foot tangled in her silk nightrobe she had discarded carelessly when she had realized how late she was running. After a few huffs and moans from Tatiana, she agreed to flip the sign and then hung up. Anya shook her head, sometimes her sister could be such a spoiled brat.

Being one of the youngest Romanovs, Anya was used to getting her way, but Tatiana was by far the most spoiled in her family. Anya shook her head, muttering in Russian as she grabbed her coat and pulled it on over her oversized sweatshirt. She wasn't the type of girl to go around dressing nice in the middle of winter. She dressed warm. Large sweatshirts, fuzzy woolen socks, boots, hats, gloves. She loved being warm, not freezing her ass off to look hot. Once she had grabbed her keys from the stand out in her living room, Anya grabbed her purse and threw it on over her head so it rested against her hips and then she was out the door, her purse banging against her legs as she hurried down the four flights of stairs and out into the cold morning air.

There was snow beneath her feet as she basically ran toward the cafe. While Tatiana lived, literally, right next door to the cafe; Anya was a good ten blocks away. It would easily take her at least twenty minutes to get there, and then she would have to do all the prep needed for the morning. It was going to be an intensely busy morning. Anya smiled. Bring it on. Her feet slid across some ice that she didn't see and she reached out to a lightpole to keep herself steady. Her entire rush to the cafe was a bit comical. Jumping over snow forts, snow covered trash cans, and moving snow piles that were undoubtedly animals in disguise. She was just missing singing and it would have been an animated movie. Her hat clung to her head and she thanked God for its warmth as she turned the corner on the block where the cafe was located.

Anya loved that cafe. It had just made it's grand opening a week or so ago, but she loved it. She knew her father had opened it for her, considering he wasn't a big coffee drinker He was Russian. He much preferred Vodka. But Anya loved coffee and loved the idea of owning a cafe. She wanted to feel like a big part of the community. While she knew that it would take awhile to get there, she had no doubt (absolutely none) that the coffee house would be well received by the community. The name "Romanov" was a trusted one in Fantasia, this cafe would go off without a hitch. That is.. if Anya could learn to get up early enough to open it on time.

"Oh no..." Anya breathed as she neared the cafe and saw someone leaning outside the door. A customer was waiting to get in! What if she cost herself a regular? She bit her chapped lips, and trudged forward, picking her feet up out of the snow in order not to trip. As she was practically at the store, Anya felt she was safely arriving gracefully..or at least semi-gracefully...when she face planted into the snow because she tripped over the curb. Anya groaned and lay there in the snow, the cold seeping through her otherwise warm clothing, muttering in Russian into the snow.

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[PETER DIMITRI FEDEROV]

* my heart has retired ,

It was already eight o’clock and there had been no signs of movement either inside or outside the little café. However, a young girl came running down from what seemed to be a little house maybe next door. She looked up at him but Dimitri simply shrugged and the girl ignored him, opening the café, putting up a sign and walking out again and back to her home. He leaned around and looked at the sign. Opening at ten. Great. What was he going to do for the next two hours? He had planned this perfectly and now it was all going down the drain. Or maybe someone would turn up in the next few minutes. However the chances of that were very slim. But with nothing else to do and hardly any other stores open he decided to just stand there and wait. Whilst he was waiting he flicked through all the memories in his head that he had of Anya. She had been so young then, but so had he. They were both simply children and were so innocent and young. But now Anya would be older. Would he recognise her? He was certain of it. However old she was she would still have that fire in her eyes. That same stubbornness would be there, the unwillingness to do anything she did not want to do.

Dimitri was on the verge of giving up when a young girl with dark red hair came into sight. She was dressed warmly which was a different sight to see for a girl. Many women simply wore what they knew would make men stumble however this girl was not conforming. Straightening up he noticed her mouth move but he could not hear the words. That was when he noticed it. The way she walked, that same brilliant red hair, the determination in her eyes not to lose what looked like an impatient customer. It was her. He just could not believe it. After five years of searching, twelve years of waiting, he had finally found her. She was more beautiful than he had ever imagined. Her pale skin and lovely green eyes were absolutely striking. He could not believe his eyes. It had been so long and now that the moment was finally there he did not want to lose a second of it.

Pushing himself up from his post against the door he started walking slowly towards her. Suddenly though, she had lost her footing somehow and was face down in the snow. Gasping, Dimitri ran towards her. He pushed a foot down and slid down to the ground beside her like someone running to home base. Placing either hand on her shoulder he pulled her up carefully. “Anya,” he murmured, wiping the snow from her face. But he could not figure out what to say next. The white snow contrasted heavily against her red hair. He brushed some of the snow from her hair and smiled over at her. Sure, it was not the meeting he had planned but it was equally amazing. Dimitri was still finding it hard to believe that he had found her. He could not decide what he should say to her so instead he remained silent, letting her choose the right words. She always had a knack for stealing words right off his tongue and he hoped she would be able to do the same thing now. But whatever she said, he knew it would be perfect.

_{W O R D S 582
T A G anya
L Y R I C S i'll cover you from rent
N O T E S not my best post. but she's seriously gonna send him into a state of shock}

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[anyayaya]

First, she was running late. Now, she had face planted into a pile of snow. Oh, Perseus would be laughing his head off at her right now. Anya lay there, letting the cold freeze her face, not wanting to face the world now that she had successfully made a fool of herself. When she felt hands on her shoulders, Anya's ego hurt just a bit more. But she allowed whoever it was to pull her up, and blinked slightly when he said her name. The way he touched her, it was as if he was familiar with her. As if he knew her in a way that wasn't likely. She didn't know him. She didn't know anything about him, not even his name. The silence hung in the air, her green eyes searching that smile he gave her.

And then she broke it with a sneeze. A perfectly good moment, ruined by her sneezing. Anya sniffled, wiped at her red nose with her gloved hand and then looked at the strange man before her. He was incredibly attractive, and she must admit that she didn't mind the feeling she got when he had brushed the snow off her face. It made her stomach flip. It was like he was this person out of a romantic movie, swooping in to rescue the fallen damsel...who sneezes in his face. "I'm so sorry... sorry... I... sorry." Anya shivered violently, causing her teeth to chatter, before reaching and grabbing his hand - dragging him toward the cafe, which she unlocked easily and let them into the warmth.

The cafe was inviting, small and quaint with vibrant colored light fixtures and tables. There were big comfy chairs in one corner that was completely covered from floor to ceiling with bookshelves full of books, including many Russian ones. Anya flicked on the lights and headed behind the bar to get everything running. It was easy once she had gotten herself here and out of bed, or big piles of snow. She flipped on the pastry case, fired up the machines, and turned to the man who had helped her outside; "Thank you... for... outside. I'm usually not so clumsy." There was something about him that was familiar to her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. He was familiar in a way that an old story book was familiar, an old scent of peppermint from her grandmother's lotion.

Anya shook her head to get herself out of her daze and then sent him a friendly smile; "I noticed you knew my name... uhm, but I'm sorry to say, that I... I don't know yours?" She looked extremely apologetic and then moved to make them two lattes in giant blue mugs.

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[PETER DIMITRI FEDEROV]

* life is a maze ,

The man grinned down at Anya, waiting for her to say something, anything. They were finally back together and then…she sneezed on him. Sighing, he remained silent as she muttered an apology. He could hear her Russian accent coming through, only slightly tainted by the west. He held his hands up in an ‘apology accepted’ kind of way and then stifled a laugh as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the café. Maybe she wanted to get warm before they began their big catch up. Over ten years of catch up too. Anya just wanted it to be perfect too and she would soon know that was all he had ever wanted.

Dimitri grinned as he ran inside with her, feeling the warmth spread throughout his body as he entered the café. He was instantly glad for electric heaters. He ran a hand over one of the old chairs, recognising it from one of many they had saved from Russia. It was a beautiful design, olive green with deep navy patterns across it. The chair reminded him so much of home, of Russia and his family and her. Anya, so young and innocent but tainted by his wild spirit and games. They had both run wild, stubborn and never yielding to their parents. But he had merely been a kitchen boy, a nothing to the powerful Romanovs. And now here he was, still completely in love with the Romanov he had not seen in over ten years.

As she apologised he noticed that she spoke as though she did not know him. That was simply crazy. Of course she knew who he was, just as he knew who she was. But then she spoke again and it hit him like jumping into icy water with no clothes on. Dimitri’s eyes widened and he looked at her. “Oh shit,” he muttered, shaking his head and placed a hand over his eyes. “You have absolutely no idea who I am.” He kept shaking his head, like he could not believe it. In an instant that whole dream, that whole fantasy, was shattered before his eyes. It felt like somebody had stabbed him in the gut and was now taking out all of his insides one by one, painfully slowly and just waiting for him to die. “I’m sorry…I’ll just….I’ll just leave you now.” So Dimitri turned, and walked out of the café, his head hanging low.

The cold hit him hard again and so many thoughts ran through his mind. He just could not understand it. How could she not remember him? Everything he had concocted in his head for the past twelve years had been a complete lie. The reunion he had so desperately wanted would never come. He just did not understand it one bit. He shook his head, trying to fight back any feelings at all. He needed to go out, get drunk, have sex with some random chick and just forget all about Anya. That was the only way any of this would be fixed. And yet, he knew it would never be that way. He was Dimitri, stubborn and completely insane. So once again, he turned on his heels and walked back the way he had come.

Bursting back into the café he looked at Anya, his face dead serious. “Sorry,” he murmured quickly as he shut the door behind him. The warmth was nice and he was glad he had made the choice to come back. Although he could not exactly figure out what to say next. Dimitri noticed the blue mugs in her hands and sighed. He hadn’t even realised them before whilst he was in shock. And once again he simply ignored everything that was insignificant. “I’m Dimitri Federov. I knew you back when we were both young in Russia. I, I lived at one of the hotels that you also called home.” He decided to skip out on the fact that he was simply a lowly kitchen boy. Seeing as she did not remember anything, there was no need for her to know that small piece of information. He just hoped he could piece this reunion back together.

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T A G anya
L Y R I C S the show by lenka
N O T E S little temper tantrum there}

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[anyayaya]

The change in mood almost gave her whiplash. Anya stood there, the mugs still held in her hands as he stormed out. Leaving her completely befuddled. Was she supposed to know him? Anya frowned, not lowering the mugs, as she racked her brain for information that might pertain. She wasn't much of a partier, so a drunken one night stand wasn't likely. She was usually very good with faces and names, what with hating the feeling of forgetting something. Tears sprung up in Anya's green eyes as she stared at the door which was now closed tightly. Whether they tears of frustration or just plain bewilderment, she couldn't tell you. She just knew they were there and instantly she hated herself for it.

She didn't know him! Who was this strange man making her cry?! Anya went to set the mugs down and wipe her eyes when the door opened again and he burst back in. She gasped slightly, sniffled, and sighed when tears fell down her cheeks. Setting the mugs down, Anya wiped at her face and looked at the counter top as she listened to him. "Oh..." Anya murmured, sniffling again before turning to pour some milk into the steaming pitcher. The only sound that was in the cafe came from the steaming milk, as she used it to calm herself down. She hated that she got upset so easily when she didn't understand or remember something. It came from not remembering anything before she moved to Fantasia.

Once the drinks were done, she picked them up and walked over to an empty table near a window. She wasn't going to bother getting everything ready for opening. If this guy was part of her past in Russia, then he might have known things she couldn't remember. He might be able to help her. Anya closed her eyes, inclining her head toward the seat across from her - hoping he would take the hint to sit. "Please...don't take it personally that I don't remember you... I... I don't remember anything from when I lived in Russia." Her voice sounded sad and after a moment, Anya opened her eyes to look at him and offer what she hoped was an encouraging smile.

She suddenly felt increasingly awful that she couldn't remember him. He had obviously been hoping for some kind of huge reunion and...Anya hadn't given that to him. She had no idea who he was, not even an inkling of how they might know each other. He lived at the hotel? The one she called home? The one that got burnt down by her brother? Anya frowned without realizing it, and sipped her coffee. So many memories were hidden, buried, and so many were up front. But...truth was, Anya couldn't tell what a memory was and what she knew from people telling her over and over again what happened.

Anya murmured to herself in Russian, an old habit of hers, and then looked at Dimitri again; "Tell me....tell me about it? About Russia, the hotel, how we knew each other... please? You're the first person I've met from then... The first one who might give me concrete...concrete answers as opposed to just vague descriptions." Hope sparked in her eyes, a smile twitching at her lips in anticipation. She pushed the second mug of coffee to him, hoping it would entice him to humor her.

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[PETER DIMITRI FEDEROV]

* one of the lost ones ,

Looking over at Anya he followed her down to one of the tables and sat down across from where she was. Noticing her close her eyes he took the chance to take a deep breath. He could not believe that he was here, with her, where he had wanted to be for the past ten years, and everything was already falling apart. She probably hated him after he had run out of the café and she would most likely never change her mind about him. First impressions always stuck and he knew better than anyone that Anya was completely stubborn, kind of like him. Still, he would change her mind – he hoped. If there was one thing he knew it was that he and Anya would always be friends, even if one of them had no clue who the other was.

Nodding slowly at her words he tried to smile a little. Dimitri had learnt a thing or two in the past ten years about tricking yourself into thinking you were happy. If you smiled and pictured all the good memories in your life, you could usually make yourself just that small fraction cheerier than before. However this one time it seemed to fail and he was left to feel as though someone had taken a knife and cut out a chunk of him, right from his heart. The thing that struck him most was the fact that she mentioned she could not remember anything from when she had lived in Russia. That was awfully strange seeing as Dimitri could remember everything in a strange amount of detail. There were many things he had forgotten but he filled in the blanks with his imagination.

Taking a sip of the coffee he noticed that it was made exactly how he liked it. Strange,

[/i]he thought to himself. It was almost like Anya had known. Stop making more assumptions, [/i]he cautioned himself. He could not cause himself any more hurt than he had already experienced. Already everything he had been hoping for had been torn violently away from him and he was not prepared for anything else to go wrong. Looking over at her he took in all of her features once more. Her hair was still crimson red, the most beautiful shade. Her eyes held some sadness, as though she was yearning for all those lost memories. Her skin was pale, like it always had been. All in all, she was still the same Anya, just taller and more mature.

The young man noted the muttered words and picked up that they were in his natural dialect. The words however he could not pick up quite well as she mumbled it and had obviously not intended him to hear. Anya kept talking and this time a real smile spread across Dimitri’s face. “Well, I left shortly after you so I don’t know how helpful my descriptions can be,” he murmured, slightly excited at the fact that she was interested. “I met you when I was about two years old. My parents and I lived at the hotel as their work was….nearby.” Dimitri did not like lying but he was not about to tell her that he was merely a kitchen boy. “We hung out nearly every day basically. Pretty much inseparable.”[/blockquote]

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T A G anya
L Y R I C S nemo by nightwish
N O T E S sorry for the wait}
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[anyayaya]

It had always bothered her that she couldn't remember her childhood. Very few things bothered Anya. Sure, she was stubborn and kind of hot headed at times, but very few things actually annoyed her. She wasn't the type of person who let every little issue get under her skin. Most things she was fully capable of just shrugging it off, letting it roll off her back. It was a virtue about herself that she had always admired. But because so much of her past was missing, Anya didn't feel whole. Her parents didn't talk about it, so it was as if they were strangers that were placed in her life after leaving Russia.

There was very little semblance that Russia even existed in her family. Sure, her parents spoke in an accent, and frequent conversations were had in Russian. Even Anya spoke in the dialect of her native land, but it was as if she picked up on it from a fairytale, a story that was told to her when she was put to sleep at night. Except...Anya wasn't ever told anything when she was put to bed at night. The fact that here was someone who had been there, a part of her life before she moved to Fantasia. It made everything seem so much brighter. Made everything seem bigger and more likely. The world seemed full of hope again.

She listened to him talk about how he and his parents lived at the hotel, and then she focused on him a bit more when he said they were nearly inseparable. Anya had never had someone that was close enough to be inseparable with. Well, no. There was Percy. She was incredibly close to him. Would she go so far as to say they were inseparable? Probably not. Anya needed her time away from Perseus, even if it was only for an hour. Inseparable meant they spent every moment of the day they possibly could with each other, right? Did she really spend all that time with this guy? Did she really know him that well?

How was it possible to spend so much time with someone and not remember a thing about them? Anya took a sip of her coffee, letting that thought process swirl around in her head a bit before she turned and looked at him again. "Inseparable, huh? I just... that's something I never would have thought of. I haven't been inseparable with anyone, really." Then a horrible thought occurred to Anya and she narrowed her gaze, "Are you just playing with me?! Is this some giant joke that Tatiana has set up?"

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