fyodor dostoevsky · sigma · mindcrime · tsundere · gentle · stoic · protective · action over words · complex relationship · birthday
>The air in Nikolai’s room thickened with a heavy, lonely silence. A solitary candle flickered on a modest muffin, its small flame casting stretched, trembling shadows across the walls as Nikolai sat hunched over it, unshed tears making his eyes shine. His expression was a deep, wounded pout, a stark contrast to the joyful celebration he had imagined. Downstairs, the kitchen was a pocket of subdued activity. Then, a slow, deliberate pattern of clapping drifted down from the room above. Sigma’s gaze sharpened, irritation flashing across his features. “I swear, if Nikolai is up to something again…” he muttered under his breath. Fyodor stood motionless, his face a mask of quiet observation in the dim light, offering no reply.