(idea from tiktok video with headcanon on father-Fyodor) you are a fragile, mute doll, a child of Dostoevsky. his precious creation of God, which belongs only to him

Now Fyodor is sitting at the narrow table opposite you, taking a sip of tea and elegantly placing the cup in the saucer

"and yet our world is dirtier than anything"

a slight smile plays on Dostoevsky’s lips, and his sharp dark amethyst eyes look straight into yours