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independent, selective, private    nikolai lantsov    from   the grisha verse     /     adored by anya !

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❝  why  are  you  here  ?  ❞ >> from zoya xo

      𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒    ;    accepting.

        ❛  why am i    -      -    zoya.  ❜      his tone is lacks as he rocks back onto his heels  ;  hand still placed against the newly opened door.      hazel eyes glance around the room briefly, taking in his surroundings      (    a habit he doubts he will ever lose    )      before his eyes are landing back on hers.      eyebrows furrowing slightly.      ❛  zoya, did you forget whose rooms you were    …    what exactly    are    you doing in my rooms  ?  ❜

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just thought about the influx of gr.isha verse blogs that are going to happen when the show drops .. oh god oh fuck

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holymyth‌.

the  graze  of  fingertips  against  her  arm  was  ghost - like;   as  if  the  act  itself  was  a  sleight  of  hand,   and  she  had  imagined  it  happening  at  all .      but  there  was  no  imagining  the  now - king  as  all  but  glides  to  the  desk  dominating  the  space  across  the  room .      zoya  doesn’t  move  from  her  spot  by  the  window    —    instead,   rather  striking  irises  observe  him  as  he  takes  his  seat .      it’s  no  throne,   and  this  is  not  the  glacial  room  the  darkling  had  stolen  deeper  in  the  palace,   but  the  comfort  nikolai  exhibits  makes  the  wooden  object  feel  like  something  sovereign  in  its  own  right .   

however,   when  he  speaks,   she’s  swiftly  reminded  of  the  other  name  the  ravkan  people  had  given  him .      sobachka .      he  had  the  roguish  energy  of  one,   that  much  was  certain,   and  it  takes  a  practice  in  self - restraint  to  not  roll  her  eyes .

“  of  course .  ”      it  seems,   for  once,   that  she  is  conceding .      it  only  lasts  a  moment .      “  forgive  me,   i  forgot  the  second  army’s  time  changes  at  your  leisure .  “      the  apparition  of  a  returning  smirk  flickers,   though  it’s  more  like  a  flash  of  distant  lightning  within  her  eyes  than  a  presence  on  her  lips .      with  that,   she  shifts  to  business .      "  the  students  are  getting  used  to  their  new  schedule  but  they’re  unrefined,   in  genya’s  terms .      in  mine,   they’re  inept .  ”

        boots find their way to the desk  ;  ankles crossed atop one another as he catches her eye.    for a brief moment, he thinks she’s a star in a dark night sky.    he’s quick to let the thought fade, however, as he lays his hands against his lower abdomen.    there is something regal about showing your comfort in the palace  ;  isn’t there  ?    something that makes others see the way you know it’s yours.    and it is his, now.    finger tips tap against the top of his opposite hand  ;  eyes never straying from hers.    the swirl of thunder clouds enticing him to stay exactly where he is.    oh, how he’s heard warnings of her.    she is something strong and brave, and somehow, he finds her to be brilliant and radiant.    she’s a sword, and he hopes to keep her close.    perhaps, she will let him.

        there’s a sigh of breath that slips past his lips as he lets his eyes fall from hers, head rolling to the side as he studies the maps again.    calloused fingers  --  much too calloused for most kings  --  pick up the papers.    what does a king do, exactly  ?    from what he can tell so far, he shuffles papers.    he hates it.    but, who’s going to stop him from changing things  ?    a smile blooms on his face, heels finding their way to the floor with a loud bang.    he brings his body forward on the chair, before finally finding her eyes again.      “  oh, how you wound me, dear zoya.  ”      there is a toying gesture of    . . .    perhaps, flirtation mirroring in his eyes, before he’s finding himself  ;  the king, again.      “  i assume you have an idea of how to fix their    . . .    inept actions, yes  ?    do tell.  ”      undivided focus finds her.    a rarity, though, he doubts she realizes it.

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𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.    🔪

spoiler  free  dialogue  from  rian  johnson’s  2019  murder  mystery,  KNIVES  OUT.   feel  free  to  change  pronouns  or  edit  as  found  necessary  !

❝  i  suspect  foul  play.  ❞

❝  how  about  a  glass  of  milk  ?  ❞

❝  maybe  he  left  you  a  cold  glass  of  milk  in  his  will,   asshole.  ❞

❝  you’re  not  getting  bailed  out,   not  this  time.   ❞

❝  who  is  that  guy  ?  ❞

❝  i  read  a  tweet  about  a  new  yorker  article  about  you.  ❞

❝  you’re  famous  !  ❞

❝  are  you  baiting  me  ?  ❞

❝  how  about  some  more  cookies  ?  ❞

❝  this  could  be  the  best  thing  to  happen  to  all  of  you.  ❞

❝  why  are  you  here  ?  ❞

❝  i  have  eliminated  no  suspects.  ❞

❝  you  tell  her,   or  i  will.  ❞

❝  that’s  some  heavy  duty  conjecture.  ❞

❝  i’m  warning  you.  ❞

❝  are  you  goddamn  insane  ?!  ❞

❝  up  your  ass.  ❞

❝  matter  of  fact,   eat  shit.  ❞

❝  definitely  eat  shit.  ❞

❝  i  won’t  eat  an  iota  of  shit.  ❞ 

❝  i’ll  slap  that  smug  smile.  ❞

❝  we  gotta  do  this  more  often.  ❞

❝  when  people  get  desperate,   the  knives  come  out.  ❞

❝  this  is  a  twisted  web,   and  we  are  not  finished  untangling  it.  ❞

❝  i  keep  waiting  for  the  big  reveal.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  feel  like  talking,    i’m  distraught.  ❞

❝  you  vicious  little  bitch.  ❞

❝  in  for  a  penny,   in  for  a  pound.  ❞

❝  you  asshole.  ❞

❝  you’ve  always  been  good  to  me.  ❞

❝  what  i’m  about  to  say  isn’t  gonna  be  easy,   and  you’re  gonna  be  upset.  ❞

❝  you  all  love  twisting  the  knife  into  one  another.  ❞

❝  you  know  something,   spill  it.  ❞

❝  did  you  just  google  that  ?  ❞

❝  i  did  just  google  that.  ❞

❝  don’t  answer  that  if  you’re  gonna  puke.  ❞

❝  what  the  shit  ?!  ❞

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holymyth‌.

the  marbled  sunlight  that  filters  through  the  windows  of  the  grand  palace  warms  zoya’s  face .      her  back  remains  to  the  rest  of  the  room,   and  she  feels  minor  discomfort  at  being  within  this  building  rather  than  the  little  palace    —    like  a  flower  that’s  been  uprooted  and  placed  within  unfamiliar  soil .      a  gilded  cage  of  a  thing,   this  palace  was,   with  all  of  it’s  now - muted  grandness  and  shimmering  gold  details .      though,   admittedly,   she  finds  comfort  in  the  new  blue  kefta  that  she  was  granted  within  the  weeks  following  the  destruction  of  the  fold .      something  familiar  within  the  upheaval  ravka  experienced .

it  should  have  been  imperceptible,   particularly  with  the  lack  of  approaching  footsteps  that  would  otherwise  give  a  person  away,   but  the  squaller  feels  a  shift  within  the  air .      it’s  like  something  physical  against  her  skin,   moving  as  if  adjusting  around  the  new  body  disrupting  the  stillness .      her  spine  straightens,   and  she  debates  for  a  moment  if  she  should  turn  to  face  her  company    —    ultimately,   tradition  and  respect  for  the  throne  wins .      “  you’re  late,   you  know .  ”      it’s  a  simple  greeting,   accompanied  by  a  subtle  arch  of  her  brow .      then,   a  moment  later,   voice  only  losing  a  fraction  of  it’s  wryness,     “  moi  tsar .  ”

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        boots click against marble floors as he steps with purpose.    oh, how good it is to be king  ?    isn’t it  ?    there’s a moment, before he allows himself to open the door, when he deflates ever so slightly.    heavy is the crown  ;  or so someone once told him.    a soft breath is pushed past his lips, before he’s correcting his stance, and pushing the doors open.    eyes land on a sight  ;  so beautiful he nearly swoons.    (  nearly.  )    a king doesn’t swoon  ;  but rather, makes others swoon.    footsteps fall lighter in this room  ;  in this atmosphere.   he can tell her tense stature    --    the way she moves in his presence.    how he wishes he could be sturmhond full - time.

        fingers    --    light as possible    --    brush against the back of her bicep as he makes his way into the room.    he’s quick to find his place at the desk, eyes scanning maps  ;  they are one of his favorite things.      “  a king is never late, nazyalensky.    everyone else is simply early.  ”      a smug grin forms against his lips as he takes in her appearance  ;  the storm that rages within her eyes is something he finds most appealing.    perhaps he will have fun chasing it.      “  and please, call me nikolai.    we are going to be working quite closely together  ;  titles aren’t necessary.  ”      besides, i hate it.    he wants to add, but thinks better of it.    he should know her better before he reveals his desires for a different country.

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Brenton Thwaites in Titans 2.03 ‘Ghosts’

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𝑲𝑶𝑹𝑶𝑳 𝑹𝑬𝒁𝑵𝑰

independent, selective, private    nikolai lantsov    from   the grisha verse     /     adored by anya !