“ Alright so, it’s not quite there yet, but the prototypes are showing promise ! ” The room is full of soot, they’re both covered in it, and there’s a few teeny fires slowly smoldering out around the workshop.
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@drakoroleva hit nik with the 💬
"What a thing to say - and on my birthday!"
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@drakoroleva sent: 💬
“It’s not a disaster! It’s a --- okay, it’s hell on earth...”
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Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine
Zoya: I have to say, I'm a little embarrassed for you.
Marie: This is a sports-related injury! That makes me cool!
Zoya: Tripping over a basketball on your way to the bathroom is not cool!
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positivity for drakoroleva : positivity for macy ( @drakoroleva / @vanitys) and her other blogs - sweetest person ever and insanely talented, plus she’s always so helpful and deserves the love.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, so why did Genya feel like the world was about to collapse on her ? She’d spent the morning at David’s bedside despite the Healers attempting to shepherd her back into her room. His hand was cold in hers, a soul wrapping clammy fingers around whatever it could hold onto to stay grounded. The steady rise and fall of his chest was what reassured her. Hang on, love. I CAN’T DO THIS ALONE. Genya had only been pulled away when Nadia’s gentle touch found her shoulder. The girl looked as weary as Genya felt, but against all odds, she had donned the heavily embroidered kefta they all had for special occasions. She said something about Zoya asking for her, and Genya stood up reluctantly with a weak nod.
She instantly dreaded her selfishness when she was ushered into Zoya‘s new chambers. Today was her day, and Genya was supposed to be there for her closest friend. The casualties of a war were nothing to be dismissed, but THEY WERE SOLDIERS. They had been trained to bear the burden and continue marching. Even with no earlier preparation, Zoya was naturally breathtaking. Their 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍. The thought sparked hope in Genya and she closed the door behind her to clap her hands together. Newfound excitement trickled into her tired expression. She hadn’t had the heart to tailor away the bags under her eyes, it felt silly when her husband was battling for her life. ❝ Moya tsaritsa, ❞ She cooed, half-teasing half-adjusting to the title, with a deep bow.
Looking up through her lashes, there’s a glint in her eye. ❝ I’m told my help was requested. ❞ The formality with Zoya feels foreign and it dissolves as soon as she straightens up again. ❝ And Saints, do you need it. ❞ With her hands on Zoyas shoulder, she beams at her, holding her at an arm's length for a second. As if she’s soaking in Zoya of the SECOND ARMY, of the Triumvirate. As if it’s her last chance to see her before her crown. She’s quick to turn her and lead her to the seat before the mirror. ❝ Can you believe it ? This is it. ❞ This is the day Grisha had been fighting for for so long. Maybe Ravka wasn’t a 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 just yet.
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hello ur a gem and i care for u sm thank u for being Amazing
NO YOU
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gv starter for @drakoroleva
She understands the appeal of pets, but she’s never desired one herself, and right now she’s thankful Sirius is allergic to cats. Not that the new gremlin in block A doesn’t have its own charm, of course. She just... hasn’t found it yet. Then again, it seems most of Zoya’s patience for charm is spent on her not-quite-boyfriend, so having a cat whose main selling point is how ugly it is might be a welcome change. Nadya grins when she sees Zoya, not bothering with greetings or empty pleasantries. “Is your new beast ever going to join us at fashion society meetings? Might make an amusing model.”
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@drakoroleva 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 : ❛ I lose everyone I love. ❜
REIGN SENTENCE PROMPTS —— accepting !
No words will ever be enough to encompass the extent of their sorrows. How does one learn to soften the way that grief presents itself in the body as it grows as a vine laden with thorns around an already bleeding heart ? Tamar has never learned, she doubts she ever will. Her father warned that treating a heart with tenderness would only result in more pain, and the Keb-Bataar had not made light of his warning. Despise your heart, they would remind each other, both as warning and a promise. But ‘ I have no heart ’ only worked to a certain extent, and it found its bitter end when one made a home among people they could call friends.
To have these people to love and to lose, only knowing them for mere months, is excruciating. She can’t imagine what it must be like to spend a lifetime with them, to have their lives ripped away so viciously, and to see it happen over. And over. And over again.
“ Blood runs easily, but the ache left in a life’s stead takes time to wash away. ” There’s no edge to her words, though softness is absent as well. She and Zoya have never been those people, the type to comfort each other with sympathetic words and a fear of fragility. If they were, where would that leave them ? She sighs, a hand pressing to her axe in a feeble attempt to ground herself. “ All we can do is fight to protect those that remain. ”
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zoya is politely asking for a kith
Nikolai is wondering if she has something in her teeth. If so, maybe he can help her get it out with his tongue?
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@drakoroleva liked for a starter !!
“ you’re not supposed to be here. ” vasilka’s words were spoken so softly, one might almost not have heard them at all. hidden behind the door, eyes nervously taking in the other’s appearance whilst trying to assess whether she’d be a threat or not. it could not be helped that the saint was so wary of her own kin, having been hurt before, and since it was so severe, she had received a whole wing to appease her. perhaps the darkling had yet to inform everyone these rooms were off limits, she had shown up quite suddenly. “ sorry. did you leave something here? i-i’ll get it for you. but please do not come in ... ”
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misery claws at her throat, and she chokes on it a vessel full of hope, turned upside down to empty. do the damned ever get their wishes granted ? ❝ there’s not a soul out there — ❞ the sharpness of her voice didn’t betray the bleak void that was enlarging in her chest. ❝ no one to hear my prayer. ❞ people like her didn’t have time to wallow in their remorse, the despondent weren’t made for whatever the saints had planned for her. was she to endure the the poison her sins forever ?
𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 — @drakoroleva 💜 / 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛: gimme! gimme! gimme! — abba.
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/ / / pain in small doses. ( not accepting! )
@drakoroleva said: ❝ not a fan of goodbyes? ❞
HE HAS TO BITE BACK the words you’d have to be heartless to like goodbyes. he doesn’t want to sound bitter, even if he feels it. zoya is right, though: jesper hates nothing more than an ending, and despite nina’s many assurances otherwise — that’s what this feels like. and ending. like she’s going to plant her feet into ravkan soil, grow roots, and never move from there again. like she’ll never see them, her friends, again.
is that selfish of him, to want her to . . . let all of this go? zoya, genya, david — all the souls in the little palace who laid claim to nina before she was even a speck on his horizon — they were her real home.
but, jesper thinks, just a little desperately, she chose us. don’t we mean more that way? before too long of a silence passes, before it looks like he’s ignoring zoya, jesper huffs out a breath. “ show me someone who likes goodbyes, and i’ll show you a liar. but — lets not dwell on that bullshit; i heard the king sprung for expensive wine, and i’m dying to try it. ”
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𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙽?
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