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@lifetsar
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hi guys! my account’s been compromised, for some reason tumblr deems it suspicious, maybe this is the start of the new mccarthy era, please like this post for a follow after it is set up. i will be discarding my threads as well, unless you approach me directly to preserve them. thank you, and i can’t wait to get in the groove of things.
i just want koschei not to be h*rny on main like ?
VOLCHITSA·.
SHE LAY LANGUID , NESTLED INTO THE LONG CREVICE OF HER HUSBANDS BODY . she placed her hand against his rib to feel the steady beat of his heart resonate through her very bones . everything seemed to fall into such a silence - only the shallow sound of their breathing sliced it so tenderly . ‘ tell me you love me . ‘ maryas fingers slid along his jaw , she brought his face to hers savagely , her eyes fiercely blue - glittering like fine gems .
@lifetsar·
HE HAS LIVED & DIED FOR THOSE BREATHS. the way air parts from those ripe & red lips of incomparable softness, the way it warms his always gelid skin, the way her fingers trace against him and send vibrations through his being. he thinks about the the stillness of her body, how she languidly drapes against himself : how trust nestles between two monsters. his fingers get lost in her mane. he grips her locks so tight, bringing her lips to his own, to taste the sweetness that forever brews in her mouth. ❝ I LOVE YOU, MARYA MOREVNA. ❞
❝ EVERY PAUSE IN YOUR BREATH, ❞ his hands dip to her neck, a thumb gliding against the rhythm of her pulse, ❝ every hum that leaves your lips. i love you, marya morevna, and you best not ask me again. ❞
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disgruntled sigh ..
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by. Adam Katz Sinding
HE IS A REVERIE : a cold hand that plucks her in the middle of her slumber, a dream - like trance, bitterness failing to present itself in this universe. there will be a light chill, but never a tundra. no arctic ferocity unfolds in this world. that is how you know it’s not real. koschei’s bite is as cruel as a winter night, & as is the tsaritsa’s approach towards him, but it is not such now. his hand is to her face. the warmth in his voice contrasts his touch, ❝ LISITSA, ❞ ( there is a pause. ) his face becomes thinner, his cheeks more hollow, & his hair emphasized by a few more patches of silver. in the dark, when any & all light could bounce off those ash tendrils, you would think he were him. ❝ you are safe with me here. do you feel held with me here ? ❞
also * on the note of plot replication, which has happened here -- i try to make sure every dynamic is as unique as possible, with respect to everyone else who i have the pleasure of writing with. as a result, i am selective ( as mentioned in my rules, etc. ) and will be prioritizing a number of writing partners. i apologize.
papa koschei is hereeee
LISITSA·.
always disappointment. always the sting of dismay, every time he lets go of her, releases her like the wild thing he swears she is. she knows with such certainty that he should never hold her like he’s grown accustomed to, why is it that it hurts her so ? nothing has changed, nothing will change : HIS TOUCH LEAVES HER, & SHE FEELS THE WIND OF WOE TAKE HER THAT SAME INSTANT. the heat of her heart boils over at the thought, as if their separation is an offense he has done against her — she has to remind herself, carve it into her ribs as ancient rune that THIS IS THE WAY IT MUST BE. they are not meant for each other, no matter how many treaties they willingly break, no matter how many secrets they’ve afforded to hide away. THAT’S LIFE. THAT’S DEATH.
the breath she takes is heavy, large & full & cold, quelling the cauldron of ire & sorrow that simmers within her. natalia does not dare to watch him as he looks away, her gaze instead given to the floor, the spotless black granite, the way it sparkles in the streaming sunlight —- the way his hair does. she lets the last tear fall, before her chin is raised, her eyes ahead & void of the sadness that had been there only a moment before. still wearing so many faces, still unknowable. [ OF THE HUNDREDS, YOU ARE ONE MADE OF NONE. ] ❝ i make my choice, koschei bessmertny, & it is my choice alone. not yours. not your brother’s. NONE BUT MINE, & i will not have you think otherwise. ❞ & know also, that i choose to love you, still. ❝ can you live with that ? ❞
TO LIVE, TO DIE, TO BE REBORN : this is the red woman’s tale. always winter’s bite in every ending, always the death of spring that once bloomed in her. now, he can only dance in her reveries. when she shuts her eyes & dreams of a world away from her own white - cast bliss, there he will be, a lover. ❝ OH, YOU SILLY GIRL. ❞ with a despairing laugh, he looks upon her. ❝ have i not always called you a wild thing, little fox ? YOU MUST KNOW WHY. ❞ koschei bessmertny licks his lips, as if he were unveiling the most obvious truth to the world. a truth that seemed inherent to its existence, yet still so unspoken.
❝ YOU DEFY EVERY DEMAND OF THE UNIVERSE. ❞ he ruminates on a series of incarnations, a set of existences that have shared the same tales with different words, every embodiment even more individual than the last, every one of her tender hearts. ❝ nature has made you so that you were left with no choice. yet, you stand here -- owning the choices you have made. ❞ he narrows the gap one last time, ❝ i’ll let you in on the worst kept secret our kingdoms have to offer. ❞ his voice is a whisper, his breath hot against the shell of her ear, ❝ you are not who you are because of myself, or my brother you are not the TSARITSA OF DEATH because of nuptials. this power, this very existence, it has always lived within you & it will always die within you, too. death cannot control you as it has me. life cannot control you as it has my brother. YOU ARE EVERYTHING & NOTHING, ALL AT ONCE. & this is why you are a wild thing, natya. you are the question the universe will always raise -- a question none other than yourself can answer. ❞
THE DEATHLESS. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lifetsar!
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❝ your clothes are soaked. ❞
INCARNADINE LIPS PART, his ill fitting clothes drenched in blood & water. even the hem was worn at its edges, causing the fabric to drape against his trousers loosely. this is vicissitude, bloody & raw. he is : BOY : DEVIL : GOD. koschei calls this time the epoch of death. like a boy, he clings on to all that is in absentia, their corpses, their carved bones. the dead’s blood becomes his own.
❝ ONE MORE TO VIY’S CAVALRY. ❞ koschei growls, his face hot & wet with tears. he did not know how to heal – neither himself, nor anyone who had entered the developing kingdom. ❝ hundreds of years. millions of deaths. you’d swear these men of blood & bone were devils. some can be just as cruel as us, you know. they could eat you alive. they eat each other alive. ❞
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NATASHA·.
she spares a smile at the assumption of ‘companion.’ if only it were that simple, & if only she could leave it at that. natasha does not press it, instead finding her own drop of amusement at how endearingly he refers to adelyn. ❝ NO, SHE DIDN’T. i actually came of my own volition, to ask how she’s doing. ❞ her silence yawns from the end of the last syllable to the start of the next, as if taking the moment to taste her words, to savor how it would sound to another person’s ears. ❝ besides, i like to get to know those that know her. ❞
❝ DOES ANYONE REALLY KNOW HER ? ❞ she seems forever translated as a concept. even what he knows from her could be deemed very little. he didn’t mind this fact much -- it is better to reveal little & see all than see all & reveal too much. his lips curl, naturally animated & benign. ❝ i think you might. i’ve heard of you. of course, i’ve heard of you. i must say, i’m far less skeptical about you than i am about her other kin. ❞ immediately, he senses natasha’s interest seems more altruistic than cecilia’s. ❝ she’s well. not one broken bone in her bird limbs. though, i can’t say she’s entirely of sound mind. she’s killed me once, or twice, or a handful of times. that’s never a good indication. ❞