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#KCRCLREZNI - A selective & mutuals-only book-based roleplay blog for NIKOLAI LANTSOV of Leigh Bardugo’s Grishaverse. 21+. Est. April 2021. Written by Sarah.

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Nikolai would snag imported chocolate from the Grand Palace and bring it to David’s workshop to create tea pairings

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featuring . . . linnea opjer and nikolai lantsov / @kcrclrezni

#LOOK AT THEM #DONT PUT THEM IN A ROOM TOGETHER #heartsbreaking

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He's been uncharacteristically quiet since the last battle and he's growing tired to using the excuse that the Darkling's torture damaged his vocal cords because, well, he's never been much of a screamer (except when spiders were involved) and there's something rather embarrassing about them possibly coming to that conclusion. How else could he have lost his voice?

He can't look weak. Not now. Not when he's about to become Ravka's king. Not when Ravka's already looks as though it's one strong wave away from sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Vasily is the last person he'd expected to see upon his return home. He finds himself tugging at his gloves, the material feeling so foreign. It doesn't feel like the place for them and yet now it seems they're to become a permanent piece of his wardrobe.

Nikolai instinctively raises his chin when Vasily calls him Kolya, though he knows he doesn't have to prove to him that he's more than that child who used to tote around the ratty old stuffed fox and convince his brother to eat worms. But some part of him is unsure if Vasily's truly happy to see him alive at all. If Vasily's alive then, well, the crown is his.

The embrace takes him by surprise and he finds himself flinching, still not completely comfortable in his own skin after all that's happened. "I..." Maybe Vasily's been sincere after all. "Thank you, Vasya. It's good to see you too, brother."

he feels nikolai flinch and vasily immediately unwraps his arms from him and backs away. through everything, he'd forgotten where they had last left things. they were getting better but they weren't great. and then they were attacked. because of vasily's own actions. and the events that followed that. "sorry." the words are soft, he doesn't know what else to say after everything.

vasily doesn't look at him, can't meet his eye. the unspoken issue hangs between them. "i hear you're to be king. i believe a congratulations are in order." the best brother won. he won't say them aloud. he can't yet. they both know it to be true. but it doesn't stop to the hurt in his chest. "i do ask what happened to father and mother. are they... dead?" if nikolai was to be crowned king, it was obvious their father was, at least, dead. the thought stung. their father wasn't perfect but he was still their dad. that would mean that, technically, vasily should be becoming king. he wonders if that's why nikolai flinched at his touch. "i'm not taking the crown from you. i don't w--" he stops, clearing his thought. that would be a lie. he does want it. he's wanted it since he was a kid, since he figured out he was going to rule after his father. but they both knew he wasn't right to rule. he's realized he's never finished his thought and he sighs. "-- i'm just not going to."

a glance at his new arm, the fabrikator made one, then back to nikolai, finally looking at him. "if it's not too much trouble, i do ask that i be allowed to stay in my rooms. i don't really have anywhere to go and i don't have much money to fend for myself." he wouldn't be surprised if his horses are gone, sold or killed. the thought makes him sad but it could be much worse. "i'd offer any advice, if you need it. or not. it doesn't quite matter, i suppose." maybe this was a good thing. and maybe if he keeps telling himself that, he'll start to believe it.

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The soldier in him is cursing himself for showing any weakness. But the soldier in him also understands that men and women sometimes return from the battlefield having seen things that change them, that make them flinch. What has Ravka been these past few months than one large battlefield? It's difficult for any one of them to remain the same.

He doesn't acknowledge Vasily's apology. Why would he say 'it's okay' when it very clearly isn't? The last time he saw his brother... His gaze travels to the replacement arm and Nikolai's mind returns to the moment he watched his real arm separated from his body. He'd thought Vasily had died that day. He'd witnessed men die from less.

Vasily doesn't meet his eyes, but Nikolai's eyes bore holes into his brother. I hear you're to be king. He wonders if the bitterness he hears in Vasily's voice is imagined. He can't possibly think that birthright alone will pass the crown back to him, not while he's been absent in Ravka's time of need. "Thank you," he returns simply, not wanting to have this argument. He's tired and he's tired of this. "The former king and queen are in exile. I thought it best they never return to Ravka again." Vasily cannot be trusted with the where just yet. He may do something stupid again.

Nikolai opens his mouth to argue, but stops. Instead the sound that escapes him is a strained chuckle. As if Vasily could take the crown from him. His brother cannot... He feels a foreign sensation in his fingertips and flexes his gloved hands. Strange. Must be all part of the healing process, he tells himself. The Darkling is dead and so are his monsters. "I would appreciate it if you didn't yank the crown off of my head during my coronation. We've seen enough drama around here lately."

Genya and Zoya must have returned to the Little Palace, seeing as neither of them are currently hovering. Genya would be making some excuse about letting him rest and Zoya would, well, likely be telling Vasily that the future King of Ravka is not in need of any advice that may or may not result in yet another massacre. Perhaps it's for the best they're not lingering...

"I'm not going to force you out, Vasily. I have no need for your room and it's probably for the best that you don't go off on your own." It isn't that his brother is helpless, just almost helpless. He'd likely take one wrong turn and accidentally end up kidnapped or worse. Then Nikolai would have to deal with his ransom and... Saints, why does kvas sound good right now, of all things? "Why doesn't it matter? Because you're no good with advice or because you think I don't need it?" He's allowed to snap once during this conversation. He allows himself this one time...

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"Scholars!" Wendell exclaimed. "What do I always say? You are a mad lot. Taking up careers that could easily get you killed simply to have something to write about."

independent & selective portrayal of Wendell Bambleby from the Emily Wilde trilogy. researched (i.e. tolerated) by Sarah.

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FREDDIE FOX in BLACK 47 (2018)

#♔‘ﾟ‣ { nikolai lantsov } — ❝ known to answer to sweetheart or handsome ❞#these two scenes are my very favorite in this movie and tbh the most nik

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Morning Doodle: “He’d earned the respect of the military by serving in the infantry before becoming an officer, and the medals he wore pinned to his chest were not ceremonial but battle-won.” (Leigh Bardugo’s King of Scars CH 11)

#♔‘ﾟ‣ { nikolai lantsov } — ❝ known to answer to sweetheart or handsome ❞

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Morning Doodle: “When he had finally returned to Os Alta, he had created a new flag with the sun in ascendance behind the Lantsov double eagle and been crowned by the Apparat in the newly built royal chapel. Zoya had felt the stirrings of what might have been hope.” (Leigh Bardugo’s King of Scars CH 11)

#♔‘ﾟ‣ { nikolai lantsov } — ❝ known to answer to sweetheart or handsome ❞#(1) tag survived

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A Visit from King Nikolai

TWAS the night before the feast day, when all through the estate, Not even Oncat was stirring, for it was too late. The orphans of Keramzin were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of buttery sweets danced in their heads.

A snowstorm had descended and covered the realm; Making travel perilous, even with Grisha at the helm. But the children had been promised a visit and gifts handled with care; They pleaded with Sankt Nikolai, hoping he would answer their prayer.

I myself was bundled up in fur and set for the journey; Telling Tolya, “Stop rhyming ‘cause we’re in a hurry.” The horses did struggle for the sleigh was too heavy; Overloaded with toys… we may have packed one too many.

A stone’s throw from the palace, a tree blocked the path; Giving us the option to only turn back. But what of the children? We all thought with woe; Their feast day can’t be spoiled ‘cause we’re stuck in the snow!

THEN a brilliant idea sprung into our minds; Another means of transport that could get us there in time! So we turned around the sleigh to sprint to Lazlayon; And climbed aboard the first airship we laid eyes upon.

WE took to the skies, I in the Captain’s seat; Knowing getting to Keramzin on time would be a feat. Visibility was low, with the sleet and the snow; But then we saw lights from the orphanage below!

DISEMBARKING our vessel, we were met with a cheer; As the doors flew open and the children came near. We unloaded the goodies and toys with delight; “Happy Feast Day to all, and to all a good night.”

#ITS THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN #(even tho I haven’t been all too active over here)#happy holidays everyone!