we used to be giants.

↪ brief introduction to katye jakobson.

BASICS

full name: katye terhi jakobson.  nickname(s): kat, kit-kat ( used largely by her brother to irritate her ).  age: thirty-three.  date of birth: 19 february 1988. zodiac sign: pisces.  place of birth: tallinn, estonia.  ethnicity: white.  nationality: estonian.  gender: cis female. sexual orientation: pansexual.  romantic orientation: panromantic.  religion: she was raised orthodox catholic— she had a confirmation and all but in her adulthood she’s never practiced all that much; the most she does is go to confession on occasion but even then her brother more or less has to put her in a choke hold to get her to do it. occupation: when she’s not being bogged down by royal duties she’s an architect -- her usual projects tend to be renovations to the palace in talinn or their country homes outside of the city.  language(s) spoken: estonian, finnish, english; greek & turkish ( both of which she’s started learning on her own now that she’s been told she’ll be marrying selene if all goes to plan -- she’s not fluent by any means but she learns things quickly ).  accent: she has a fairly thick estonian accent that can and has been mistaken as german or other slavic & finnic based accents which kat tends to roll her eyes at. she tries to enunciate fairly carefully when she’s speaking but when she’s excited or rambling about something in particular her accent can make it a bit difficult to understand her.

@kvtyes··

“i know that this isn’t ideal,” selene started, unsure how katye would react to the fact that they’d ended up in an apartment together so soon after getting engaged, “but it’s - i think we should make the most of it. it’ll be easier to get to know each other, if we’re in each other’s space. if it’s - if we end up killing each other, obviously we’ll know we’re not compatible before everything goes public.” 

☕ for katye !

vslvano​:

Aslan had lost his footing in the initial quake and he was pretty sure that was a cut on his forehead he could feel bleeding. Istanbul experienced earthquakes less often than the coast but he certainly had experience with the aftermath and knew that they needed to get off this mountain. He didn’t even recognize the two women in that moment, just stopped to say, “They’ll be sending rescue crews up. All we’ll do is make their jobs harder if we stay.” Besides, he thought, Layla was back at the resort. He had to get back to her. He looked at the women then and sighed internally. The Cyprus princess. Right. “I don’t think we’re far. A few miles.”  @selcncs​

there was a moment where selene thought: this couldn’t get much worse, could it? and then, like everything in her life, it did. aslan’s appearance popped the bubble of relief that she had for katye escaping the fallen branch, as she realized that they were stuck with him. unfortunately, their chances of survival were greater if they stuck in groups - and as much as selene hated them, she wasn’t going to abandon aslan when layla was pregnant. earlier in the year, she might’ve just walked away. she took katye’s hand, trying to hold herself together carefully, sure that she was probably squeezing too tight. the situation was officially getting to her, “no, it’s - we shouldn’t go that way, there’s too many trees. we should probably try to avoid going into the forrest, i think? just - as much as we possibly can, in case katye decides to get in the way of another branch.”   //   @kvtyes​

consider adopting ...

KALEV JAKOBSON,  prince of estonia, duke of tartu.

“ this is the mark of a really admirable man: steadfastness in the face of trouble. ”

( @kvtyes·· - after first reply, it’s totally hijackable! )

“oh no,” selene says, the second the ground starts to shake. she’s sat through plenty of small earthquakes, but all of them in the comfort of her home in nicosia. “we should - katye! we - move away from the trees - it’s - the old limbs will fall, quickly,” selene reaches for her hand, dragging her to the side just as a few limbs come down right where she was standing. she knows her hands are shaking, but she’s not sure how she manages to steady her voice, “come on, it’s - it’ll be safer this way, until the aftershocks pass.” 

“um… yes?” selene says, a little unsure of the entire thing. she’s not really an… outdoorsy type. but katye had seemed so excited, she couldn’t help but sign up for saturday’s hike. she wanted this to work, so she’d spent a lot of time trying to get into things katye liked. “oh, don’t do that - he’s weirdly intense… and they’re better to stay here - you can buy me flowers when we get back, i’m sure…” selene gives katye a bright smile, knowing that will probably set her fiancee into another bout of stuttering. she thought it was adorable, so she kept encouraging it, “do you think we’ll be up here until sunset? the ocean would look amazing, then.” 

“ i definitely won’t be blamed for this. ” she shouldn’t have complained about anything. being able to hike in argentina was a wonderful opportunity, and it had been voluntary. “ don’t be so sensitive, bulk up next time, ” she teased katye and shot her a grin. “ oh ? she’s here ? which one ? ” the options were very limited. there was only a handful of faces she was absolutely clueless about. “ i’ll go as far as to pretend to twist my ankle so you can look better. how’s it going between the two of you ? ”

“ you’re so dreadfully mean to me. ” it isn’t a sincere comment by any means-- anneli is as close to a sister as katye’s ever had but she delivers it with a huff and a pout at the teasing being thrown her way. it’s much easier to fall back into a familiar dynamic than it is to explain exactly where her anxieties about her engagement have settled in the short time she’s known selene. she glances around them as best she can without drawing attention to it, pointing selene out before she sighs, “ she’s... lovely. ‘out of my league’ -- isn’t that what the americans say? i can’t imagine what her brother was thinking chaining her to me or why my parents agreed. but... i suppose i feel lucky, in the grand scheme of things. she might as well be a princess from a disney film. i might be one of those little cinderella mice-- jaq was quite cute so maybe i have that going for me. ”

“ we most definitely have, ” anneli laughed, a hand rising to pat katye’s shoulder. “ and it’s because you got too big. if you were forty centimetres shorter, i’d consider it. ” she let her pace slow down so that talking became easier. “ missed you too, ” anneli replied quietly as she turned her gaze back to the path to keep herself from tripping over some rock or root. “ i have to admit, i’d rather be carrying my full gear in a cool forest than this rucksack in this heat. hell, i’d even be knee deep in snow. ” there was just something terribly unbearable about the inescapable warmth. “ but i like the nature so i suppose i’ve been having fun. what about you ? are those twigs you call legs still working ? ” 

selene can’t stop the blush that passes across her face. she’d always had the same reaction to pretty girls complimenting her, she can’t help but allow the smile to cross her face. god, is it that easy? it was like anyone could just smile at her and suddenly she’d be making heart eyes at them, like an absolute idiot. she shakes her head, trying to snap herself out of it, lest she get hurt again. “thank you,” selene replies, “your photos on google didn’t do you justice, either. they were all a bit… posed, too professional, you know?” she turns, looping her arm with katye’s, and starts to lead the way towards the elevators, “come on, there’s a place across the street with great food. sometimes they have live music, too. i don’t speak enough spanish to get the meaning, but… it’s nice to hear, at least?” she pauses for a few seconds before the doors of the elevator open, looking over at katye for a long moment, before managing an awkward sentence, “you’re… an architect, right? i thought i read that somewhere. do you, um, build… things?” 

it’s a testament to just how endearing she finds the combination of awkwardness and genuine kindness selene is offering her as they speak that katye finds herself relaxing more and more by the second until she finds herself biting her lip to stave off a rough giggle that catches in the back of her throat; she wonders exactly what photographs pop up on any given google search but she imagines none of them do much to hide the fact that she has-- at best-- a resting bitch face when it comes to dealing with the media as a whole. “ i’ve got a bit of a habit of making myself as unavailable to photographers as possible so those must be official shoots-- if you’d dug a bit harder you might’ve found my brother’s instagram -- which he insists on using to post the most embarrassing photos of us in existence, ” kat explains, shaking her head in faux-distress at the mention of the ridiculous pictures kasper’s allowed to live for all time on his social media accounts.

Roman let out an amused hum before bringing his glass to his lips. She hadn’t exactly stumbled upon a new notion. “Isn’t that the reason why parties are so popular? It’s socially acceptable to be tipsy at a party, and you’re expected to be social.” The ice cubes in his glass clicked against the crystal. “It’s the best way to meet new people, and to get along with people you otherwise wouldn’t spend a minute with.”

“ at this point i imagine i’ll be surprised if anyone wants to spend a minute with me. ” it’s another sign of the fact that katye is perhaps too hard on herself-- her mother’s lectures were at the forefront of her mind during most social interactions but try as she might it took everything in her to focus on being an interesting person to converse with rather than playing the perfect princess. “ the things i manage to do at parties are likely the reason my mother’s going grey, ” she delivers the comment with a smirk, a huff of laughter following in quick succession. “ at least... it’s certainly the excuse she’ll give me if i ask. what is it you’re drinking tonight? it may be time for a bit of a change on my end. ”