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iamthehamburglar · 3 months
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renegadesstuff · 8 months
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The scene 🔥 BTS 🥹
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novaqueenofmadness · 1 year
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We just got a letter, wonder who it’s from ♪
summary: A letter for the Darkling is hand delivered to him and it comes with a guest. nice
warnings: i was sleep deprived, mentioned character death, he’s a bit sad
a/n: i’m sleepy, also supposedly “dushen’ka” means darling. if it doesn’t and i’ve been duped pls lmk
*・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・' ★'・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*
The Darkling didn’t always get much free time to walk the halls in Little Palace and just admire the walls he’d helped build and decorate. Or well to be honest he didn’t let himself get that free time, not as of recently at least. He’d been making sure to drown himself in work, plans, schemes, reports, kvas, training regiments. The likes you know. Currently, he’d wandered into the training grounds, not there to judge or assess the Grisha training, simply looking nowhere in particular, his thoughts clouding his mind but not allowing himself to think about one thing for too long before thinking of something else. Lost in his head, and with the background noise of the Grisha training,The Darkling didn’t notice Fedyor approach him.
“Moi Soverenyi, you’ve a guest that says they need to meet with you urgently.” He seemed a bit jumpy, distracted, almost lost in thought himself.
Not wanting his few moments of welcomed relaxation to be interrupted, The Darkling paid Fedyor’s seemingly unsettled mien no mind.
“I’ve no meetings scheduled for today, and have no desire for any, much less spontaneous ones.” With the matter over and done with, The Darkling was already walking away, ready to continue his walk to nowhere.
Quickly following and attempting to keep up with his General’s long but now seemingly quick strides Fedyor caught up and quickly but firmly advised, “General, forgive me if I'm overstepping, but I truly believe you should see to this guest.” Why, he was making this supposedly urgent meeting seem…urgent.
Sighing, his first peaceful walk in months completely ruined and a mysterious guest he now may have to deal with at hand, The Darkling stopped and promptly assessed Fedyor’s distracted self just barely lifting a brow at him.
“Who is it?”
“Wh- I’m not sure General”
“You’re not sure?” Chin slightly dipping down and head tilting the smallest degree now that the irritation The Darkling had been beginning to feel was being accompanied by some confusion.
“I- Well...” quickly composing himself, clearing his throat and straightening out, Fedyor continued,” a person showed up at the front gates and asked the oprichnik stationed there to let them in, that they just had to see you-“
“and they just let them through?”
“They’d begun making a commotion, Ivan who was passing by intervened, they-“ as if just remembering, Fedyor began fumbling with the inside pocket on his kefta, pulling a sealed letter from within, ” gave him this letter, insisting on meeting with you General.” His volume getting softer while handing said envelope to the Darkling.
Looking at the letter the seal stamped on the flap wasn’t anything remarkable or of any prominence , just a ring with no crest. Turning the letter over however, one could see a word written on it.
Dushen’ka
The Darkling felt his heart skip a couple beats, the letter in his hand barely visibly shaking. “Did they say anything more? Where’d the letter come from who gave it to them? Anything?”
He felt breathless. He’d spent days, weeks, months just trying to continue living, continue moving forwards. He couldn’t lose himself, he’d lost you, but not the goal the two of you had been working for. A future for Grisha, no longer with you, but one he would make sure remembered you. You’d been attached to Aleksander’s side since he became General Kirigan for King Pyotr, known him for longer. No, you weren’t there for the beginning of the Fold, that was Luda, you came much later when he was just some nobleman, laying low waiting for his last death to become old news. You were Grisha, a Durast with a good understanding of your Small Science, but not a very good one on private property. Aleksander had found you sneaking about his estate looking for things to steal and resell in order to make money. He’d caught you red handed. The rest was history. You’d known each other since, through many names, and outliving many kings. Aleksander, enjoying your company, made sure you had amplifiers, knowledge and training that would ensure you continued to exist with him. You’d fallen in love with him, maybe two kings before the current one. Aleksander can’t recall when he fell for you but he knows it was long before you had. And just like that…he lost you.
To drüskelle, too close to the fold. You were unaccompanied, on a secret mission to retrieve information from a spy that was to meet you in Ulensk, a settlement relatively close to the Fjerda border. But they were followed and the two of you alone weren’t enough to fight them. Instead of taking you to the Ice Court, and dragging you all the way to Fjerda they opted to incapacitate you and throw you into the edge of the Fold, let you take your chances with the Volcra. You’d been murdered, Aleksander was devastatingly aware of it. It had been months since then, nearly a year now, the Darkling just managing keeping himself together.
This letter, the simple endearment written on the face of it made him want to drop on his knees and cry his dark little shrivelled up heart out. It was your writing, the one you’d write documents alongside him with, the one on your endless lists of all sorts of things, the one on the love letters you’d leave for him to find. Your sharp d rounded u, squiggly s, cursive h connected to your e and n, your sharp k and rounded a with the small spacing between the en and ‘ ka that made the space seem slightly off but just right, the whole word just barely slanted. He hadn’t couldn’t look at a piece of your writing without wanting to lay in your room covered with a mountain of all your clothes and just cry. Everything that was yours rested behind the locked doors of the room you’d only use for hobbies as you’d mostly just be in Aleksander’s own. The only thing of yours not behind those doors was the soft satin robe you’d taken off that morning and absentmindedly rested on the side of a bookcase in his room. He couldn’t bear to move it. It's the one you’d wear every night and hated when he moved it around because then you’d have to take extra time finding it before bed.
Swallowing heavily, feeling as if a snake had contracted itself around his throat, the Darkling blinked rapidly bringing himself out of his rushed thoughts. He hadn’t heard what Fedyor had answered but it didn’t matter he’d get the answers himself.
“Where’s the guest?”
“Ah, right, yes, in the war room. Ivan is standing guard right outside the door.” Fedyor nearly stumbled with his words. He’d known you, was good friends with you, helped you make your nonsensical lists, and time and time again come across your love letters to the Darkling which he’d left alone because everyone knew you’d left them at random places for the Darkling to find himself. He knew it was your handwriting when he saw it.
“Very well, I’ll see to the guest.” Just barely choking his words out, the Darkling set off to the war room, Fedyor quiet but almost just as anxious following. “Did they say anything else?”
“No, just came in and sat down once Ivan let them through, I was passing by when they’d sat down and Ivan was closing the door asking me to get you moi soverenyi” His tone was soft and a little out of breath, trying to catch up with his General. The two quickly made it to the door of the war room where one confused looking Ivan stood. He was staring at the ground, his hands in front of him and his face twisted in concentration.
“Ivan”
Jumping, hands now to his side and looking up, Ivan greeted the General. “Moi soverenyi”
“The guest waiting inside hasn’t said anything else?” The Darkling was mostly asking as a formality and to buy time preparing himself before going in, who knows what this person could tell him.
“No sir, they’ve just been waiting, quietly…very quietly. Haven’t said anything else and don’t really answer any other questions I’ve asked” Ivan looked to concentrate again for a second on nothing but then shook his head and looked back at the General.
“Anything else before I begin my meeting?” The Darkling had a feeling Ivan was thinking much about something besides the handwriting on the letter and was attempting to figure something out.
Taking a moment to consider it Ivan took a small breath in, “they’re very quiet…too quiet.I- well I can’t seem to feel them sir.” Yes it sounded silly but Ivan had been trying to feel them out in case they ran or were snooping around the room. However he just felt nothing, like they weren’t even there. Ivan had to look into the room multiple times to make sure they were still sitting in the same chair they’d been on since they came in.
Thinking for an explanation at this moment was the last thing on the Darkling’s mind, so he settled for the simple excuse, “you’re probably just tired Ivan, you had a mission last night and haven’t properly rested since you came back.” Dismissively pretty unfocused on his response. It was a plausible explanation that the three men were willing to accept. With a nod, Ivan opened the door for the General and closed it behind him after he entered.
Sitting on a chair at the end of the room by his desk that was covered with maps and documents was his guest. A figure wrapped in a cloak that seemed to swallow them whole. Their hands tucked on their lap covered by said cloak, their face also hidden beneath the shadows of it. They’d barely turned from their leant forward position, perhaps looking at one of the maps before them.
“Who gave you this letter?” Our General, always straight to the point when it matters.
The figure’s shoulder shook a bit, it looked like they chuckled but no sound was made besides a small exhale. “Have you read it?” Their voice quiet but raspy seemed to echo in the quiet room. There was a faint familiar something about the voice but the General couldn’t put his finger on it, and he had more pressing things to focus on.
“No, I have not” the Darkling was making his way towards the figure in quick paces, “I want to know how it came to be in your possession” he was feeling frustrated, upset, sad, devastated.
Had you known you were going to die on that mission and wrote to him before you’d gone and left a letter for someone to give him? Was the letter even yours and he was just deluding himself into believing the handwriting was yours? Who was this person? Did they know you? Did they help murder you and got this letter off your body before it was thrown into the Fold? Aleksander, as strong willed and patient as he is, was at his wits’ end right now. Anything that had to do with you these last couple of months would send him off. Many others could attest to that.
Not giving his guest a second to answer Aleksander continued to get closer and increasingly more frustrated, “Did they give it to you? Did you know them? How long have you had this with you?” Finally in front of the hooded figure Aleksander grabbed them by their upper arms and harshly shook them “Who are you?” his voice choked and his eyes misty.
The hood fell and again, the Darkling felt like he could stop breathing, drop to his knees and just weep. “Have you read my letter dushen’ka?” Your voice was raspy but it was soft and to Aleksander it sounded like the sweetest melody he’d heard in all his life. A songbird in the sunrise of a rainy morning, gently waking up those around it with a soft tune that felt like honey to your ears.
“Milaya moya” Now very much choked up, and very much falling to his knees Aleksander felt he wouldn’t ever be able to let go of your cold cold hands.
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// bonne nuit
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alinasheretic · 9 months
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torotoro0 · 1 year
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Here are gifs because I just watched 'Shadow and Bone' on Netflix and I can't wait for season 2!
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fandomscompilation · 10 months
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I have an idea for a fic with The Darkling.
I have an idea with Reader being created of merzost. Not like the ones Morozova did, but like she was born of it, nature made her, something like that. And she's badass, like she has extraordinary powers and Baghra can feel it and Alexander too, when she's reborn with it. And she shows up to The Little Palace with air of confidence, because she knows she's all powerful amongst Grisha.
Would anyone be interested in reading it??
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anticw-spn · 1 year
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reading shadow and bone and i just have to say that. nikolai. thank you for coming to my ted talk
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stromuprisahat · 2 years
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Shadow and Bone- Chapter 15 (Leigh Bardugo)
I tried to come up with better way to do this particular chapter, but it’s been months and maybe I should just continue this way.
We’ve established Baghra as horrible, abusive teacher, now we’ll see her ruining her son’s first hope for companionship in Saints-know-how-long. Oh, and his evil plans to stop wars...
These are words chosen to scare 🟥💞, not explain. Baghra continues to avoid straight answer for legitimate questions she doesn’t want Alina to focus on. She sprinkles just enough of truth 🔴❤️ to make the story “believable” (for insecure, gullible orphan).
Then there are some straight up lies and manipulations🟠🧡, and surprisingly- Alina trying to think for herself 🟢💚.
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ladymisteria · 1 year
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My Favourite OTP Daily Video.
Alina & The Darkling - Shadow & Bone
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maverhale · 2 years
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This is the truth itself.
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varanguard · 2 months
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That moment in Black Legion book 2 when the Chaos Space Marines hear the term 'God-Emperor' for the first time. Their reaction. what follows next is one of the most important warhammer 40000 lore moments. And I am pretty sure I would love more like that in future from Black Library and less... you know, Stalwart Michaels vs Hysterical Belials pt 11.
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wh40kartwork · 2 months
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by Jaime Martinez
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Iron Warriors vs Black Templar by Ryora1n
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alinasheretic · 2 years
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I don’t think that anything proves the stupidity of the lantsov rulers more than aleks one day marging into the palace like “Hey so I can move shadows! But I’m totally not the guy that created the giant hole that tore our country into half! See I’m actually his grandson! And he’s a very bad man grr I hate him” and they were just like “hmmm seems legit! HIRED” and then just no one ever looked into that for like 350 years
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