Cigarettes and Cold Hands
Sofia goes to Pompeii to reminisce about Katya, now that she's dead.
Katya Goncharov/Sofia Kuzmin
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So anyone going to talk about the homoerotic tension between Katya & Sofia?
just me?
okay then
Katyza lives
Sorry no mr Goncharov and Andrey in this
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Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43195159
I could not stop thinking of these two after I saw the movie.
Thank you @qctp for reminding me about this scene: https://www.tumblr.com/quensty/701539561382264832/qctp-people-be-like-andreygoncharov-are
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Sofia plodded through the ruined streets of Pompeii. Chilly wind bit the exposed skin on her wrist and nose. Gunpowder stung her nose. Bullet holes riddled the walls of abandoned buildings.
A sigh escaped Sofia's lips. She leaned against the half-broken beige wall and lita cigarette. A pocket watch, with bits of glass missing, laid still, hands unmoving. Katya said she'd be here, with her hastily abandoned note at the bar.
Sofia was a stranger to hope. Ever since her father lost himself in a blissed heroin coma, she knew life would never pull any punches. The one thing Sofia knew more than the streets of Naples was that life will fuck you over if you give it an inch.
Somehow, Katya let Sofia forget that. When their frigid knuckles brushed against each other for the first time at the bar, warmth twirled up her fingertips. Then when Katya sat her lap underneath the steps of the clocktower and stole the cigarette from her lips, Sofia melted.
Fear lingered, however.
"Can't you give it up?" Sofia asked.
"You know I can't. I have to see this through." Katya deeply exhaled. Cigarette smoke and warm caressed Sofia's chin.
Sofia didn't dare look her in the eye. "...The world wants you dead."
Katya's hand cupped Sofia's cheek. She gently tilted her head up towards hers. For a moment, the only thing Soifa saw was the vast amber brown of her irises. "Do you want me dead?"
"Never." Sofia breathed.
Katya's forehead rested against Sofia's, and she smiled. "Then the world doesn't want me dead."
Warmth bloomed throughout Sofia's face. The two remained closely intertwined, hot breaths intermingled.
When the clocktower chimed, Sofia broke it off, as if nothing happened. But everything had. Sofia plucked the cigarette from Katya's hands. "...You'll come back."
Katya smiled, a heavy weariness embedded in her crow's feet. "I'll find you again."
Somehow, Sofia found herself caught up in the pesky little passion of hope. She saw the two of them retiring in the country. Away from the mafia, away from those with vile tongues, away from what wanted them rotted. For a while, Sofia believed they could make it.
Now Katya was dead.
Sofia's fingers clutched the cigarette numbly.
Katya had a gun. Sofia wonders if she ever used it. Would it had mattered if she did?
Ash stung Sofia's nose, and she coughed. The cigarette dropped on the brick streets. Sofia stamped it out. She lifted her cold gaze to the figure in a navy overcoat. A hat obscured their face, but Sofia knows a Private Investigator when she sees one.
Sofia leaned against the wall once more. She stuffed her stiff hands into her pockets. "If you want to know what happened here," she said, "you know as much as I do."
The PI paused as they scrutinized the scene.
Sofia pulled up her scarf farther up her face. She would not cry now damn it.
Sofia Kuzmin did not hope.
The PI stared at her.
Sofia lips twitched up to a snarl. "Fuck off." She spun on her heel. One foot swiftly in front of the other carried her down the streets of Pompeii. Frosty tears pricked her eyes.
The PI's hand on her shoulder stopped her in her tracks. Sofia's head whipped back at them, daggers prepared on her tongue.
The PI lifted their hat, and long brown hair fell out.
Sofia's breath stuttered as she stared with wide eyes. "Kat-"
Katya pressed a warm finger to her lips.
Sofia wrapped her cold hands around Katya's, and gently pulled it down. She hiccupped, hot tears dribbling down her cheeks. "But I saw the obituary."
Katya nodded, adorning a wobbly smile. "I needed to get out first." Her smile no longer held the weariness from before.
Katya was free.
Tears flowed freely as choked sobs escaped Sofia's throat. Her head floated. Her knees felt weak. She would've sank to the ground if Katya hadn't supported her with her free hand.
Both of Sofia's hands remained clasped around Katya's.
They were warm.
A half-hearted laugh slipped out of her lips. Sofia stood on her tiptoes and brought her forehead to Katya's own. "You found me."
Katya stared into Sofia's eyes. She gave the smallest of nods.
Sofia slowly exhaled. " …Let's skip town."
"...I'd like that." Katya's voice cracked.
When Sofia let go of Katya's hands, the warmth lingered. It spread through her body, the chilly wind unable to tear it away from her.
The two walked down the streets of Pompeii, never to be seen in Italy again.
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please help me- i used to be pretty smart but i’m having so much trouble grasping the concept of diegetic vs non-diegetic bdsm!
gfkjldghfd okay first of all I'm sorry for the confusion, if you're not finding anything on the phrase it's because I made it up and absolutely nobody but me ever uses it, but I haven't found a better way to express what I'm trying to say so I keep using it. but now you've given me an excuse to ramble on about some shit that is only relevant to me and my deeply inefficient way of talking and by god I'm going to take it.
SO. the way diegetic and non-diegetic are normally used is to talk about music and sound design in movies/tv shows. in case you aren't familiar with that concept, here's a rundown:
diegetic sound is sound that happens within the world of the movie/show and can be acknowledged by the characters, like a song playing on the stereo during a driving scene, or sung on stage in Phantom of the Opera. it's also most other sounds that happen in a movie, like the sounds of traffic in a city scene, or a thunderclap, or a marching band passing by. or one of the three stock horse sounds they use in every movie with a horse in it even though horses don't really vocalize much in real life, but that's beside the point, the horse is supposed to be actually making that noise within the movie's world and the characters can hear it whinnying.
non-diegetic sound is any sound that doesn't exist in the world of the movie/show and can't be perceived by the characters. this includes things like laugh tracks and most soundtrack music. when Duel of Fates plays in Star Wars during the lightsaber fight for dramatic effect, that's non-diegetic. it exists to the audience, but the characters don't know their fight is being backed by sick ass music and, sadly, can't hear it.
the lines can get blurry between the two, you've probably seen the film trope where the clearly non-diegetic music in the title sequence fades out to the same music, now diegetic and playing from the character's car stereo. and then there are things like Phantom of the Opera as mentioned above, where the soundtrack is also part of the plot, but Phantom of the Opera does also have segments of non-diegetic music: the Phantom probably does not have an entire orchestra and some guy with an electric guitar hiding down in his sewer just waiting for someone to break into song, but both of those show up in the songs they sing down there.
now, on to how I apply this to bdsm in fiction.
if I'm referring to diegetic bdsm what I mean is that the bdsm is acknowledged for what it is in-world. the characters themselves are roleplaying whatever scenarios their scenes involve and are operating with knowledge of real life rules/safety practices. if there's cnc depicted, it will be apparent at some point, usually right away, that both characters actually are fully consenting and it's all just a planned scene, and you'll often see on-screen negotiation and aftercare, and elements of the story may involve the kink community wherever the characters are. Love and Leashes is a great example of this, 50 Shades and Bonding are terrible examples of this, but they all feature characters that know they're doing bdsm and are intentional about it.
if I'm talking about non-diegetic bdsm, I'm referring to a story that portrays certain kinks without the direct acknowledgement that the characters are doing bdsm. this would be something like Captive Prince, or Phantom of the Opera again, or the vast majority of bodice ripper type stories where an innocent woman is kidnapped by a pirate king or something and totally doesn't want to be ravished but then it turns out he's so cool and sexy and good at ravishing that she decides she's into it and becomes his pirate consort or whatever it is that happens at the end of those books. the characters don't know they're playing out a cnc or D/s fantasy, and in-universe it's often straight up noncon or dubcon rather than cnc at all. the thing about entirely non-diegetic bdsm is that it's almost always Problematic™ in some way if you're not willing to meet the story where it's at, but as long as you're not judging it by the standards of diegetic bdsm, it's just providing the reader the same thing that a partner in a scene would: the illusion of whatever risk or taboo floats your boat, sometimes to extremes that can't be replicated in real life due to safety, practicality, physics, the law, vampires not being real, etc. it's consensual by default because it's already pretend; the characters are vehicles for the story and not actually people who can be hurt, and the reader chose to pick up the book and is aware that nothing in it is real, so it's all good.
this difference is where people tend to get hung up in the discourse, from what I've observed. which is why I started using this phrasing, because I think it's very crucial to be able to differentiate which one you're talking about if you try to have a conversation with someone about the portrayal of bdsm in media. it would also, frankly, be useful for tagging, because sometimes when you're in the mood for non-diegetic bodice ripper shit you'd call the police over in real life, it can get really annoying to read paragraphs of negotiation and check-ins that break the illusion of the scene and so on, and the opposite can be jarring too.
it's very possible to blur these together the same way Phantom of the Opera blurs its diegetic and non-diegetic music as well. this leaves you even more open to being misunderstood by people reading in bad faith, but it can also be really fun to play with. @not-poignant writes fantastic fanfic, novels, and original serials on ao3 that pull this off really well, if you're okay with some dark shit in your fiction I would highly recommend their work. some of it does get really fucking dark in places though, just like. be advised. read the tags and all that.
but yeah, spontaneous writer plug aside, that's what I mean.
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