drag me to hell in the valley of the dalles // return

[Ivan]

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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы

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Any other day, he would have left Aurum to whatever he was doing. Usually it was the mundane daily things. Ivan, in all his aloofness, thought of himself to do better things, loftier things — like plundering the library. However in the corner of his eye, he noticed just how similar Crow looked compared to Ivan's brother, Atticus. It caught him by surprise and he understood at once that this was Selby's father. As Ivan slunk closer, he quickly realized that although his grandfather shared in Atticus's color, his features and lanky figure bore more semblance to Ivan's own.

Oh Ivan had heard of Crow, but he required a face to a name for him to continue thinking about said person. As he grew up, he just didn't think about him. Crow hadn't impacted his life in any way, but that was fair, because it wasn't his fault nor his duty. Ivan was quite observant in Crow's appearance. He understood that this was the cause of some great upset or depression, though this had likely happened before he was born. Ivan too, was plagued by upsets, upsets of the mind rather than anything.

Ivan twisted his nose and lips in reluctant fascination.

"Hi." He said, against his better judgment.

"I'm Ivan."