Hollow Thrones : The Dark Abyss
"Just The Morning At The Ivanovs"
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At the end of the spacious living room, the open-plan kitchen stood wide and pristine, sleek shelves lined with only the necessities. Just enough for three. The rest... were yet to return. The Kiseleva Ivanovs had not fully reunited — not yet. But someone was coming.
None of the three knew that.
Without sparing a glance at the kitchen, she flopped onto the couch like a leaf surrendering to gravity. The room breathed with silence.
She picked up Veronika Decides to Die, flipping to the folded corner where she’d last paused. Romance drenched in psychological depth — the kind of story that fed her mind like a storm feeds the sea.
Outside, the sky yawned grey.
Inside the kitchen, the air was thick with the scent of roasted beans and cinnamon. Wynknight Kiseleva Ivanov stood by the counter, methodically preparing coffee — his signature winter blend. French press. Two spoonfuls of dark roast, a hint of clove, cardamom crushed between fingers, and oat milk already warming on the side. The kind of ritual that felt more like alchemy than brewing.
Beside him, Zoya Kiseleva Ivanov moved silently, watering the potted herbs lined along the kitchen sill. Rosemary. Mint. Basil half-alive. Her eyes, however, were not on the plants. They were far — somewhere else. On someone else.
Ashe Kiseleva Ivanov
“To crave death is easy. But to live while carrying what broke you—now that is war.” ( line from the novel she is reading)
She whispered it under her breath, from the book her sister held in the other room, but it reached Wynknight just fine.
Wynknight paused, one brow arching like a silent question mark.
Wynknight Kiseleva Ivanov
"Could you kindly stop summoning demons this early? Or at least wait until I’ve had my coffee?" * said in cold voice *
He placed the kettle down and glanced toward the living room.
Wynknight Kiseleva Ivanov
"And someone please retrieve our dear daydreamer from the couch. She’s about to dissolve into that book and leave behind only sass and sarcasm." * said to Zoya in aloof voice *
Zoya Kiseleva Ivanov
“She is sass and sarcasm.”
* said while smirking and watering the plants*
Someone heard them . Obviously their poetess hopeless sister .
Wynknight Kiseleva Ivanov
“And you’re the dramatic soundtrack of a villain’s heartbreak arc.”
Zoya Kiseleva Ivanov
“I take that as a compliment.”
* said while coming in the dining hall *
The three of them gathered around the dining table. Breakfast wasn’t anything fancy, but it was delicious — especially because their brother had made it without being forced. A rare moment. Felt like winning a lottery. No one really talked; it was one of those peaceful silences. Ashe, as usual, didn’t bother looking up from her book. She was still buried in Veronika Decides to Die. Honestly, not her fault. The novel was so intense and weirdly poetic, she couldn’t stop reading. The dialogues, the raw feel between characters — pure chef’s kiss. Meanwhile, all three of them slowly finished their coffee, each one sipping their own special version like it said something deep about their personality — which it probably didn’t.
After breakfast, Wynknight and Zoya quietly put their plates in the sink and slipped away to their rooms to change. Like always, they didn’t say much — just did their job and disappeared.
Ashe? Yeah, she didn’t even realize breakfast was over. She was still sitting on the dining chair, completely lost in Veronika Decides to Die. The part she was reading went something like:
“All she had to do was fall once, just once, and she would be free…”
And just like that—boom.
She leaned back too far and slipped off the chair, landing on the floor with a soft thud.
Ashe Kiseleva Ivanov
"...Ow " * whined*
She blinked up at the ceiling like, wait, what just happened?
Then it hit her. The table was empty. Dishes were gone. Her siblings had vanished. And the sink? Full.
Her eyes widened.
Ashe Kiseleva Ivanov
"Oh no ." * she groaned* "Not again"
She sat up like a slow-motion cartoon character, clutching the book to her chest like it betrayed her. Dragging herself toward the kitchen, she whined under her breath like a kid who didn’t get dessert.
The sink looked like a punishment. Still, she grabbed a sponge with a dramatic sigh.
But no joke—every three spoons, she stopped to check the book.
Ashe Kiseleva Ivanov
“Just one more line,” *she muttered* . “Only one.”
Spoiler: it was never just one.
After washing the dishes (finally), Ashe made herself a bowl of hot spicy rameyon—the kind that burns your tongue but warms your soul. Perfect for winter. And to top it off, she made a strawberry mojito. Yeah, it was cold outside, but she didn’t care. Cold drink in cold weather? Her vibe.
As she stirred the noodles, she saw Zoya coming down the stairs with her bag, looking all serious like she had a mission. She grabbed her small silver car keys from the shelf, gave Ashe a quick nod, and walked out the door.
Ashe watched her from the kitchen, slurping a noodle.
Ashe Kiseleva Ivanov
“Good luck with whatever that was,” she mumbled, not moving an inch.
Then she grabbed her bowl and drink and went to the little balcony near her room. It wasn’t huge, but it had just enough space for her, her book, and her winter mood. She sat down, covered herself in a fluffy blanket, and opened her novel again like it was her true best friend.
Meanwhile, Wynknight came downstairs, yawning, fixing his jacket, and grabbing his car keys. Just as he reached the door
His phone buzzed.
He rolled his eyes and checked the screen. Of course, it was Ashe.
Ashe: Bring me Jin Ramen (spicy) and Neoguri if you find. Thank youuu~
He sighed, then looked over at the kitchen like—She just cooked something!
He clicked his tongue, stuffed the phone back in his pocket, and left.
But yeah, he was going to bring it. That was the Ivanov way. Do a favor now, ask for one later. It was like an unspoken rule in their family. Whether it was a ride, a hoodie, or help during math class—they always remembered.
Especially when it came to food.
Food was sacred. Favors were business.
The three of them got busy with their own stuff, and just like that, their morning kicked off. By afternoon, they were all set to meet the other five at the main mansion. From there, they’d head back—to their real home.
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