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hello inaya
hello sage
the day was a reflection of his attire — clear and golden. it was to be a peaceful stroll through the gardens on a sunny day, a rarity in england as he had recently learned, but there was a task to be completed; so nikolai found himself outside his friend's door, knocking thrice with haste. the task in question was rather simple, though david would not approve of it & consequently the prince had not disclosed the agenda to him either. ultimately, it would be something he would be happy to take credit for: when the matchmaking plan would come to fruition. high hopes, indeed, that shattered to pieces as the door opened.
arms folded, nikolai let out a long sigh. ❝ would it pain you to wear some colour? ❞
@imitor ( david ) / regency-era starter call.
i cant do this anymore
you Will keep doing this <3
@imitor liked! / luka & mizi!
She feels so strange and hollow. There's so much grief in her chest it's stopped being dark, crossing some prism to become a sterile, fathomless light. She feels nothing but a pressing hunger, a missing, a starving. Needing. She feels nothing. She knows that when she does, she'll break.
Luka is speaking, she thinks, softly. Luka. Luka who means nothing, as everything means nothing, now, with God gone away. Mizi's head lifts from her lap, eyes utterly blank, face a pale moon. She feels herself trying to smile, the old habit, and it won't stay. Her lips thin. She says, "Luka." A beat. She says, "I'm sorry," and she isn't. "Um...what did you...say?"
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“You see, Bonnie wasn't an intimidating girl.
Short, baby-faced,
and yet, in my gut,
I was afraid of her.”
( kaz and inej. ) don't get yourself killed.
inej has decided that she does not like dirtyhands. she debates this almost on a daily basis in this new prison traded for another, where she has kept tallies of those she shares this broken roof with to build allyship — maybe even friendship. jesper has been kind to her in his own funny way. annika and specht have been courteous enough to let her sit with them sometimes. dirtyhands has only given her a new indenture, taught her to maim and kill without remorse.
kaz brekker has given her honour, respect, a new chance. maybe that's why she likes him sometimes. only sometimes.
today is no such day. inej hears the click of his cane before she sees him, that familiar, calculating rhythm that always puts her on edge. it announces him the way a storm announces itself: sudden, cold, and entirely uninterested in how anyone feels about its arrival.
today, kaz brekker hands her a piece of paper and a command ' don't get yourself killed. ' inej takes the paper but not her eyes off him, thumb brushing the edge of the note. she looks for dirtyhands in the darkness of his eyes, his sharply angled jaw, and comes back empty-handed. ❝ what if I do? will per haskell charge my soul an interest? will you? ❞
making demands . . . accepting!
( altair for elena. ) if anybody asks about today, lie.
yes i went with the three opts u gave me on my post but the concepts r so intriguing 2 me fr....
elena stiffened at her command. for a moment, she wondered if it was artificially inflicted upon her — this strange sense of obedience that solidifies her where she stands, imbued with suspicion. ❝ lie? why should I lie? ❞ her voice was low and quiet, as if they were children sitting underneath the bleachers at the football ground, about to share a secret that would blow the school up.
the chill in altair's stare was unmistakeable, an ageless stillness that she had seen before. this time, elena vowed not to bow down to it. she stepped closer, gripping onto the counter, reminding herself that she can move. ❝ what is it that you're afraid of? ❞
making demands . . . accepting!