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@kosytk
✦ KOSYTK ◞ ... THE MATERIALNIK OF THE GRISHA TRIUMVIRATE. ✶ A PRIVATE ⅋ SELECTIVE WRITING BLOG FEATURING DAVID KOSTYK, OF L. BARDUGO'S GRISHAVERSE FRANCHISE. PRIMARILY HEADCANON BASED, PERSONAL INTERPRETATIONS PRESENT. AS A PORTRAYAL NOTE, I PORTRAY DAVID AS BEING SHU. TRIGGERING AND EXPLICIT CONTENT MAY BE EXPLORED, INTERACT AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. THE GRISHA TRIUMVIRATE, @DRAKONIYA ⅋ @RAZSHAYA. AFFILIATED WITH, @SVETOSILA. @PRITVOLNY. @OWNLORE.
CARRD. ⋆ PROMPTS.
she smothers her laughter, a single high note, with pursed lips. offers a concessive nod with canted head as if to say point made. "no. I like dancing, but I do not know this one." and she could count on a single hand just how many she trusted to teach her in private, let alone on her feet with an audience. it's a strange pang; some distant cousin, or perhaps acquaintance, of nostalgia. rixia tucks this neatly away for later examination, grasping instead for the next thread of interest that crosses her mind, her voice once more a tumble: "what would you rather be doing then?" she watches his face, the way thoughts seemed to clutter every inch —were all fabrikators this way, walking, writhing, farragoes of every passing idea, just waiting for an outlet?
“ this dance, grisha coined when the little palace was built, and they didn't know the format of stepping within the ballroom. ” because they had scarcely been within one unless for the entertainment and pleasure of others. a piece of knowledge he deems important never to forget and spring upon those unaware when the opportunity arises. “ the steps are quite simple ... ” he gestures vaguely to the delicate pace moving in front of them, shoulder lifting slightly and nodding in time with the count. if she should find a partner, he feels it best she knows. “ one-two, three-four, five-six-seven, and a flourish on eight, sometimes they swap partners. ” though considering the non - grisha in attendance, it made sense that even now, they had decided to remove it for the benefit of all. another reason david sticks to the walls, given less opportunity to escape the clutches of the crowds.
“ i should be working. ” said slightly clipped and an agitated click of his tongue as the sun disappears through stained windows. it's a gentle thing, really. but with so much work to be done, they all should, though there is a voice that surfaces to remind david that they deserve it, and then rather unkindly that he will someday mould to his desk, should he stand there too long. even in the back of his mind, he ignores it. the other voice that prompts, more so delicate and leading, invites him to say more than to let them both stand in silence. something he is all too comfortable doing. he sucks in a quiet breath and leads his gaze back to the floor. “ what ... dances do you know, if not this one ? ”
zoya takes up space in his workshop, lounging in the corner on the plush chair that, if she weren't there idly pulling at the tassels on the cushions, he would usually read upon. as it stands, he is restless ( more so than his usual ) and busies himself with any number of his formulas that remain unfinished, strings of numbers and some of physical matter that he tinkers with, brow creased and lips set into a frown. he doesn't mind her there so long as she is quiet, but zoya is never quiet and she is not the kind of person he can shush without experiencing the fallout from such a thing. so he doesn't dare --- he knows better. knows her, better.
though he can feel her eyes boring into his turned back, and sensing the intensity of them, his shoulders roll as though uncomfortable. she wants him to speak, he thinks. but he's content in his troubled silence only broken by the odd sigh, a wordless remark of understanding for what lies in front of him, as it all comes together in recognition and understanding that he can write down with a flourish of his pen against paper. “ if you have something you came to say, zoya --- ” the words break the quiet of the space though his tone lays low, barely there at all if only that he knows she's waiting, he sounds faraway, almost disinterested. “ i think you should say it before you pull the strings out of my cushion and it falls apart. i like that one. ” he lifts an object to the light and inspects it, one eye closed before it is placed down again. and she knows him well, that much he begrudgingly, unknowingly finds comfort within. she says, you're worried about something. and leaves no room for david to refute it, in her existence always a finality.
“ hmm ? oh, yes. worried about leaving behind unfinished work when we depart. ” he supplies smartly, tone lifting in faux amusement, though he knows it won't placate her. he waits. and then he wishes he'd denied her his chair. i believe you're actually worried about genya. zoya says, and a breath stalls. he stops his distracted working, just for a minute and allows her a moment, turning to face her and the small of his back resting against the height of his desk. “ i don't worry about genya. ” the shake of his head, because it doesn't sound right. as he thinks, he plays with the object in his hand, twirling it absently through his fingers with ease. “ genya is imperishable, she gives me no cause for concern. ” david's nose wrinkles as though forgetting something. “ i worry for genya. ” everything else that could touch her, everything that already has. everything that has touched them all. call him finicky over her wording, but his brow twitches as the words settle, true. voice softer when speaking about her in a way so undeniable, if he were more aware of how sickeningly doting it sounded, maybe he'd try to hide it for the benefit of others. as such, he can't. “ don't you ? isn't that why you're here, then ? ”
@drakoniya.
she regards @kosytk in profile, brows carefully furrowed. there's a rhythm to the room almost oceanic. chatter washing over them in scattered layers like waves as bodies oscillated in time to the music. she didn't recognize the dance.
‘ i do not care for dancing. ’
"are you clumsy?" rixia imagines her own voice, words tumbling together in a rush of sound, as a puncture, breaking for air. "or—" she draws out the word, plying it apart in a low hum, head softly canting "shy?" physically — now, louder than ever, that little asterisk gnaws at her —, she'd been neither, tethered to this wall only by inexperience. a hue of isolation wholey self-imposed as she pieced together her new path. "most people, I think, dislike what they're not good at." are you? her frown asks.
“ i'm a good dancer, i've no need to be shy about it. ” though there is only person whose steps he can match. his tone distracted as his features crease, eyes watching the swift movements in the sea of dressed - up keftas swaying gently across the marbled floor. a bystander by nature, there are many other places david would rather be but cannot go, mind a flurry of ideas his permanently ink - stained fingers (though meticulously cleaned, for the event) itch to jot down. his presence is merely forced by politeness of his station and a certain tender gaze he can never say no to. the dance unsettles something in him, it's a synchronisation he can't understand, therefore the desperation to join as one of the crowd doesn't befall him. “ i just don't like it. ” the arch in his brow is small as he turns to her. “ so many assumptions from someone who is also not dancing. are you bad at it ? ”
not only how is david different from morozova, and how is he the same ? but also seduced by power or status or knowledge but also maybe even david
his studious silences are so rarely disturbed, workshop a quiet buzz of turned pages and the thrum of interwoven crafts from his palms and the tips of his fingers. he finds himself some days accompanied by younger fabrikators looking to upskill themselves, though who have, forcefully, had to learn most of david's tells as to when he expects them to stifle their voices and learn only with their eyes, before invited to share in the knowledge he so frequently forgets that others do not possess so seamlessly.
genya's presence, however, is always welcome. her light footsteps, he can almost feel near-skipping across the tiled floors and hear with perfected recognition as they stop behind the large oak doors, before they are thrown open and suddenly the dull quiet is alive and bright, like the lines of sunlight dripping through the roughly drawn curtains closest to his desks, barely open save for a few cracks. illumination finding ways almost impossible. david doesn't have to let her in, this space is as much genya's own if she wants for it, but he regards her with a turn of his head, slightly tilting as she speaks and asks of him to leave the workshop for something most important, as so many things are to her. “ --- so, if you could join me ? ” she asks, and he is a man of sense, and it is less of a question and more a delicately spoken command --- he nods.
the two other grisha are regarded with a flippant point of his finger to their ongoing work. “ you --- er. carry on. ” eyes flickering between the two of them with the flash of a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes and disappears as fast as he can allow it, nodding to them affirmingly before he rounds the table and that same gaze softens, searching her features as though silently enquiring. as though second nature he offers her his arm, and back into the halls the doors close with a wave of his hand. then he turns to her, imploring and then somewhat sceptical. “ what is it ? is everything alright ? this isn't a plot to get me to one of those assemblies is it ? because i already said no. ”
@razshaya.
baldur’s gate 3 starters.
the following is a collection of sentence starters from larian’s baldur’s gate 3. part 2.
look at me - i’m not a monster.
stay back. i don’t want to hurt you, but i will.
no. you’re not one of them at all.
i was ready to run you through. my mistake, friend.
that’s far enough. what’s your business down here?
you revealed our location? that tongue gets any looser, (name), and i’ll cut it out.
reckon i might miss this place.
this place is more dangerous than i thought.
well, don’t you cut a fine figure.
sometimes i’m jealous of that girl. ugh - to feel so invincible again.
in your expert opinion, what’s the best way to kill a devil?
i’m certain there are answers out there. we’ll find them together.
there’s no story. none that you’re entitled to hear, anyway.
you can tolerate a great deal of suffering, so long as it has meaning.
until then, all i can do is endure.
please try to understand that it’s not something i can just talk about freely.
perhaps there’s potential in you.
honestly, your faith is your own concern. i won’t judge, one way or the other.
i think i did well by joining you.
you already know my biggest secrets. what more can you ask?
that wall’s an illusion! hiding what, i wonder …
sun, moon, and stars will still be there, waiting for us.
this place is pretty spectacular, isn’t it?
no book or painting could ever do its strange beauty justice.
a perfect ring of mushrooms … nature, or magic?
hmm. i thought that might’ve done something.
another illusion. is anything real down here?
i’m more concerned with this ‘twit’ who set a spectator on you.
a rival - a mere footnote to my legend. you should be more concerned with who i am.
the fools must have turned back. or, better yet, died in the search.
i need no more rivals. try to take this as a compliment, yes?
this presence … this magic is not divine, but fey.
little? i am a god! and i’m gonna rip you - tear you - wear you for a hat -
don’t do anything hasty, now.
i’ll just kill you and claim it for myself.
i’m the lord of murder - i’ll show you why.
if you’re expecting me to drop to my knees before you, forget it.
a wizard’s tower is his sanctum, a private place for research and respite. but as this wizard’s not home … i say we take a peek.
a strange place for a button. especially one that doesn’t work.
what good would it do for me to be troubled? we can’t save them all.
you’ll have to speak slowly. i find it quite difficult to concentrate with my condition gnawing at my insides like a teething displacer kitten.
the whole village is falling to pieces …
hey, maybe we can scare up a few dusty bottles of wine somewhere.
castlevania, season 2 starters.
the following is a collection of sentence starters from the netflix original, castlevania.
i’m going to get something for your cough.
don’t move. i’ll be right back with some medicine.
i hate that you’re not here, every day.
i’m amazed any of you are still alive.
what do you need? tell me, i’ll give it to you.
i will not be silenced. just let me help!
please, you don’t know what you’re doing.
you don’t know what you’re going to bring upon yourself if you harm me.
i’ll leave. you’ll never see me again.
stand up like a man.
what the hell was that?
you can’t hate livestock. they are simply what they are.
you understand why they all must die.
the matter is closed.
you sicken me. do you understand?
stop whining about cruelty. this is the world.
only the death matters now.
and i’m standing here sad and angry because they’re together, and i’m alone.
this is the part where you’re supposed to tell me i’m not alone, (name).
you are really very not good at this.
i learned to travel alone early in life. maybe i just got too used to it.
you had a family, though?
i know a little bit about what you’re feeling. i’m sorry.
i was right about you the first time, you know. you are rude.
i’ve been called worse.
i actually came to apologize for my outburst.
i should have held my tongue, so i apologize.
i’m a nice person. i am. i know how to be nice!
so, how do we proceed?
i want to go home.
have you been drinking again?
i was under the impression it was destroyed.
you’re guessing though.
fortunate, then, that i chose not to kill and eat you, (name).
such a merry band we are.
eat shit and die.
yes, fuck you.
i’ll be honest with you. i don’t have a better idea.
i’m trusting you, (name). don’t make me regret it.
everybody regrets it in the end.
you will cease this infantile squabbling.
and what insights have you, (name)?
i will speak with you alone.
i suspect he still wants to sleep with me.
what advantage does my anger buy you?
i’m still not completely clear on why you don’t catch fire in the daylight.
god, you still think you’re funny.
he’s gone mad, and from that, there’s no recovering him.
oh, the world will still be here, (name). trees will still grow, birds will still sing, animals will still hump away in the undergrowth. but you won’t be here. none of you.
the sun will still set, but you will not see it rise.
you hear that?
no further.
what did you think you were gonna learn?
please don’t be angry with me anymore.
even after everything in your life, you’re still a sweet boy who believes in love.
i’m sorry. i just wanted to help.
i love you too. that’s why i do this. this is how i love you.
you stop fucking around, you do as you’re told, you never use the word ‘love’ again.
no such thing as love in this world.
[why do you do that?] / choosing my own actions and injuring myself to a world of horrors.
you struggled so hard to come back home.
you came home regardless.
do you really think that’s enough, (name)?
your intellect cannot be denied.
i believe you are actually worried about (name).
the fire in him has gone out somehow. it’s as if we’re looking at the embers of the man.
there are things we can do that don’t require his decisions.
why are you so fascinated by that?
we need to ensure it does not fall into the wrong hands.
is it you?
in my world david doesn’t die and he gets to live happily ever after with his wife and he kisses her knuckles every day and tells her how beautiful she is all the while trying to figure out the unique formula of her existence and he never gets bored of it. never
stfu the pinned graphic is so good
oh my goooshhh stopppp okay i’ll go on a date with u stop flirting with meee
i open a comms blog n its so my friends can ask me for stuff
GROWLED AND BARKINGGGG
DOWN GIRL
YAAAAAAAAUR
YAUURRRRRRR
