Modus Operandi by prydon
“You and Zolotovna…” Juno says after a while. He speaks cautiously, as though Nureyev’s heart is a laser grid he must navigate step by step lest he set off all of its protective defenses and find himself locked out eternally. Little does he know how disgustingly weak those defenses are around him. Nureyev raises an eyebrow. “Yes?” “Is that… something that you do a lot? I mean, that stupid performance, saying how you were going to run away with her.” “Would it bother you if it was?”
Rated T | One Shot | 7k
good evening!!! here, have a one shot about peter nureyev being the saddest man alive, aka a character study about him using the honeypot method over the years and realizing that maybe he doesn't like doing that, actually.
