#fablesque

NIKOLAI + ZOYA.

❝ wait - you said flying. did you mean actual flying ? ❞ the man lights up at the prospect. he could do many things, teleporting being part of it. but the idea of being up in the air, flying a plane - maybe a helicopter. oh yeah, he was definitely a helicopter guy. ❝ so do you think you'd want to ? go flying ? ❞

she had come to accept that living with enid was the equivalent of residing with an overly animated children’s show caricature.    from her liking of blindingly bright colours to the way her face would contort to express every brief emotion that flared in her chest.    if enid wore her heart on her sleeve,    wednesday’s heart was padlocked and hidden deep under the floorboards.    she glared at the hand in betrayal as he warmed up to her roommate’s attention.    ❝   it’s common courtesy to make good with your threats.   ❞   wednesday watched the young wolf's claws retract back to their carefully manicured shape and turned sharply on her heels when the immediate hazard had disappeared.   the wooden chair scraped loudly as she pulled it out to settle herself in front of the old typewriter.    ❝   preserve your half bottle.   there is no plan involving the rave’n.   ❞   her jaw tightened imperceptibly at the fleeting memory of xavier’s angry outburst earlier that day.    it had been her fault for not paying closer attention to when he came in and out of the shed,   but she had no time to waste when lives were on the line.   the silver lining to her disrupted investigation was no longer having to partake in the mass teenage hysteria disguised as a ball.    ❝   i have been released from the chore of going.   ❞

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“That’s fine! Take all the time you need.” Dominik leans against the door frame and offers her an encouraging smile. It’s one that he’d give his own younger siblings and it seems only right to use it now for Nikolai’s sister. The thought still feels strange, but the more Dominik looks at Linnea the more he can see the little resemblances in their features. Undeniably those observations have resulted in an instinctive fondness for the young woman. “And should you feel nervous about meeting the king - I promise you it’s unnecessary.” Perhaps that’s an easy thing to say for someone who’s known Nikolai for most of his life, but that makes this assurance no less true. After all Dominik has witnessed the king’s mood just moments ago in the privacy of their chambers and he can tell that Nikolai is at least as nervous as Linnea might be. 

‘‘      nuh - nuh - nothing’s that important,   you know.       ’’      carter is wide - eyed as a trembling hand wraps around a flashlight,   trying not to look at @fablesque​,  trying not to look at the gaping wound of a basement that the door led to.   she decided,  then and there,   that she hated olivia’s plans.     ‘‘    i don’t think i’m ready to die.   i’ve never even tasted key lime pie.     ’’

it had made her life far more tiresome.    it was easy to find nikolai,   to wrap her arm through his and   pretend   like her heart wasn’t hammering in her chest.    but it was difficult to lose him.   she’d spent the better half of the evening weaving through velvet and silk clad bodies like a spectre.   only ever addressing someone when she was spoken to.    surely,   he wouldn’t waste his time looking for her.    she wasn’t even supposed to be at this party,   it had been a last minute invite her agent had reconsidered.    when a familiar hand wrapped around her arm before she could turn the next corner,   the room stilled.    met with his honeyed eyes,   she felt transfixed to her spot,   mind racing for an appropriate excuse.    ❝    i‘m sorry,   did it seem like i was avoiding you ?   ❞   and just like that,   she eased into character,   the lucy meant for the screens,   the lucy that was meant to be dating said heartthrob.   the lucy that meant to remember that she was only supposed to   pretend   to be head over heels with nikolai lantsov.    dainty fingers grasped tightly at her pearl studded clutch,   an apologetic smile on her lips.    ❝    i’ve just been a little busy,   i’m sorry.    ❞    she averted her gaze,   looking around the room in a desperate attempt to steer their conversation elsewhere.    ❝    there’s more people here than I would’ve thought,   have you succeeded in snagging a new role yet ?   i hear some of them are scouting.   ❞