bleed, 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺.

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            𝙶𝙸𝙻𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝙿𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙻𝙴𝚁  :  (  vrajiit  )   /  cis-man , he&him             𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝚄  :  (  normie  )   /  demi-woman , they&them             𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝙰 𝙶𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙰  :  (  normie  )   /  cis-woman, she&her             𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙴  :  (  vrajiit  )   /  cis-man , he&him             𝙽𝙸𝙻𝙰𝙼  :  (  vrajiit  )  /  demi-woman , they&she

                                    𝙸 𝚃𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴. 𝚆𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙲𝙴.                                𝙸'𝙼 𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙽' 𝙾𝙽, 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙴.

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prnced​:​

when  does  a  fairytale  ends?  when  you  start  to  live  it. because  life  is  not  made  of  dreams,  it’s  bricks  and  bricks  of  disappointment  layered  with  a  thin  cement  of  happiness. in  the  end,  of  course  they’d  come  tumbling  down. 

 a  sigh. nalini  closes closes  her  ledger  and  stands  up  from  where  she  is  seated  by  the  window  but  she  makes  no  move  towards  filomena. instead,  her  skirt  sweeps  the  floor  behind  it  as  she  turns  away  to  look  out  the  into  the  bleak  scenery  that  greets  her  beyond  the  glass.

 ‘what  of  the  kids  ?  are  they  not  breathing  ?  are  they  not  laughing  ?  are  they  not  sneaking  away  to  solicit  and  promenade  with  a  common  criminal  ?’  there’s  a  sharpness  in  her  voice. then,  turns  slowly  to  face  her  wife. voice  terse  and  eyes  cold. ‘i  think  they  are  alright,  my  dear.’

It was not Nalini who first planted the seeds of anger inside of Filomena. It had been The King, the man she vowed to protect, the man she had put on a pedestal, so blinded she was with her loyalty and gratefulness that she had excused his insanity over and over again. But the moment she had seen the pain in her children’s eyes, the spell was broken. And now she had stood there, prickly vines sprouted from that very same seed, entwining around her heart, drawing blood and drenching her in it, so that all that she could see were RED. 

‘How could you say that, Nal?’ she asked in disbelief, when she finally found her voice again.

The woman in front of her now more a stranger than anything. Certainly not the love that had taken her life up in a storm, that had made her give up everything, that had given her, for her once in a life, her home. ‘Do you not see how broken they look? They’re asking for help, Nal. Maybe not with their words, but surely you can hear them....if you’d just listen.’ 

Filomena started to take a step towards Nalini, the bridge between them now creaked with every step, yet still, she would bear the fall for her wife. Or she would had. But then Nalini said those words and Filomena tensed. The fire lit in her heart now spat out into her words, burning whatever’s left between them. ‘A common criminal? A commoner he might be, but he’s not a criminal...Or is that also how you see me? I should think that after our marriage, you’d stopped pigeonholing people into classes, ranks! But perhaps it is my mistake to be so arrogant, so full of myself. Maybe you’ve never changed.’

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prnced​:

‘my husband had it coming, i’m afraid. he’s very … fond of sweet and fatty things, just living life like an overfed duck waiting for death to come. you know what that’s like. you and tanguy … and all the other bastards hainne sires. i really can’t keep track of you!’ mocking  laughter  soon  turned  into  a  sharp  inhale  as  sorcha’s  lips  pressed  themselves  into  a  thin  line  at  the  mention  of  their  mama. it is a sting, sorcha had to admit, that moire with all her hatred for vrajiits, chose to favor gilchrist over her own children. trust a pichler to hit you where it hurts. ‘you think you’re so smart, don’t you, gil ?’ moves close to the blonde man whose features resemble his father so much, it makes sorcha wants to puke. ‘well, fly higher, little dove, for it will hurt harder when you finally fall from adi’s grace. oh, sorry, or is it the dragola’s grace that keeps you in your post ?’

Did he now? Pink lips tugged into a smug, knowing smirk in one languid movement, as if someone who’s already won the battle. Sorcha was always the smart one of the Anastase bunch, possessing equal brains and brawn, yet they were always arrogant — a trait that they shared with Gilchrist, to a point, much to their chagrin — and it was precisely this that would bring them down, as it had already so many times before. ‘Shush,’ he put his finger on their lips, ‘You don’t want to seem quite so...undisturbed about your husband’s death. One might mistake you to be happy about his predicament. Shame you always took to shields and swords over arts and culture as a child, my dear Sorcha. You could certainly benefit from a bit of acting skill right about now.’

[feral-ballad]

I want to make love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.

Warsan Shire, from Our Men Do Not Belong to Us; “Conversations about Home (At the Deportation Center)”

[yenneferblog]

ANYA CHALOTRA Photographed by Matt Holyoak For Vanity Fair EE Rising Star Portraits

[prnced]

@sapphvms​         /       ‘gilchrist.’  it’s  easy  to  spot  him,  even  in  drab  clothes  gilchrist’s  mere  presence  is  magnetic,  all  eyes  on  him,  all  breathe  held  momentarily. sorcha  supposes  he  gets  it  from  hainne. the  only  redeeming  quality  of  their  mother’s  brother. ‘were  you  invited  or  did  you  blackmail  someone  to  secure  an  invitation  like  you  most  probably  did  for  this  cushy  job  you’ve  got  in  court?  MY,  MY,  MY. master  of  laws  at  this  age?  …  we  all  know  you’re  a  just  shady  shit  undeserving  of  such  position.’

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‘Your jealousy is showing, my dear. Go achieve something in life, then maybe your Mama will love you as much as she does me.’ A smirk. Youngest person in history to be appointed as the master of laws, of course he had done unsavoury things to get there. Nothing to cry about. ‘Heard your husband chose death over an eternity with you. WELL DONE, you’ve outdone yourself once again! And to think the disgust in the young jarl’s face at your approach was your paramount success.’

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‘WELL? Are you not going to dance with me, Lady Amice?’ Sirinay came to a soft stop in front of the flaxen-haired young woman, movements mimicking a young cygnet, graceful yet bubbly and ever slightly clumsy. Yet their smile was brighter than the sun and it made everyone overlooked their slights as always. ‘Surely you’re not going to leave me hanging! Come!’  /  ft.  @thrustfists​

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Her wife was not someone who apologised first, nor was she very good at it. It had been days since their last conversation, if a fight could be counted as one, that is, and though the Wenchikan lady seemed to be at ease sleeping with her anger, Filomena was not and was determined that today was the day they’d put matters to an end. ‘Nalini,’ her voice no longer pleading, it behest. ‘We need to talk about Kadri. No, we need to talk about you...and the kids. They are not alright.’  /  ft.  @prnced​

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A flick of their fingers and the row of knives on the dining table flew sharply as if instilled with the breathe of life — dipping down and hovering near the floor as they whistled towards Mikhail, turning sharply upwards to embed themselves into his flesh. ‘Seven hells below, look at you — you’ve made such a mess of yourself.’ Came their voice as they stepped towards their former employer, watching as dark red blood started to pool around their feet.   /  ft. @ecliipsxd​​

[remmbrance]

aleyna :

@sapphvms​         /        ❝    i   have   not   been   able   drink   champagne   all   night   long   without   seeing   your   face   ,   and   though   we're   dancing   in   the   same   room   -   you're   an   ocean   away  .   .   ❞

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‘So you only see me when you’re drunk?’ he teased, taking Aleyna’s hand in his, spinning her across the room before their bodies collided once more with not an inch between them. It had seemed so silly now, what they’d been arguing about before. ‘Perhaps I should start sending flowers every morning again to your chambers?’

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prnced​  /  flashback thread

he  had  liked  how  gilchrist  touched  him  since  the  moment  their  hands  brushed  against  each  other  .  confident  dark  blue  eyes  and  practiced  charm  a  craftsmanship  that  servaos  soon  found  himself  drowning  in  ,  and  all  too  voluntarily  .  the  rough  pads  of  his  fingertips  a   cooling  touch  to  his  skin  and  servaos  closed  his  eyes  and  yielded  himself  to  the  comfort  the  other  provided  .

‘  no  .  my  father  brings  out  the  worst  in  people  .  i  should  know  it  best  .  ’  there  was  a  chuckle  ,  short  and  sweet  .  servaos  didn’t  bother  opening  his  eyes  yet  his  hand  searched  for  gilchrist’s  ;  soft  ,  ghost - like  held  on  the  other  as  he  let  the  other’s  emotion  filled  him  fully  ,  the  color  of  mulled  wine  that  sent  him  into  an  indolent  and  mellow  spell  .

‘  he  won’t  .  he  doesn’t  listen  to  his  family  ,  why  would  he  listen  to  YOU  .  you  may  take  offense  in  it  ,  ‘  he  added  after  a  pause  ,  snapping  his  eyes  open  with  a  wicked  little  smile  that  soon  melted  into  love  ,  ‘  though  i  doubt  you  would  .  you  never  did  .  who  do  you  think  will  take  the  crown  when  he  died  ?  mina’s  guarded  .  she’s  not  honest  .  rulers  should  be  honest  ,  hm  ?  ’  there  was  no  thorns  in  his  voice  .  not  in  front  of  gilchrist  ,  who  knew  how  he  felt  about  his  sister  and  not  the  melodramatized  song  he  liked  to  sing  at  any  other  given  times  .  in  its  place  ,  a  hint  of  concern  bloomed in its place  before  it  turned  into  a  groan  .  the  young  man  turned  to  burry  his  head  into  the  pillows  .  ‘  WHY  are  we  even  talking  about  this  ?  the  bastard’s  alive  and  well  still  .  ’

Fingers tracing the exposed spanse of servaos's skin. Feather-light touches just barely connecting the two together, as there laid zero layers between them. No worn cottons or soft silks. Nothing. Dark blue eyes watched the expression on the prince's face as he drew constellations on his skin. Every flutters of his lashes and every sigh that escaped his lips as his hand traveled here and there, up and down,

'Here, let me show you how I'd love you.' Those touches said.

No words were ever needed between them. Yet they all came to an abrupt stop, as things always were with Gilchrist. He threw himself on the bed next to Servaos, head side by side looking up at the ceiling as if it had been the sky that stretched above them and they were kids, newly recruited to the vrajiit army, not knowing how to survive on their own and expected to k i l l  .

'Well, look at the difference between you and Mina,' Gilchrist offered with a smirk. The impishness of a boy and the wickedness of a rogue. 'Everyone certainly knows which of the royal twins I prefer.' And the whole army too. Everyone, everyone, who had come across Servaos out of the four falls of these castles would eventually, irrevocably, fell for his sincerity. The brusque honesty he carried himself with. Yet no lies, no lies. People could tell that, you know. They're not as dumb as the high and noble would like to think.

Idly, the hands intertwined together again. Never could they ever stay apart for too long. Gilchrist yearned Servaos's touches. His lips do not lie, but his words built a maze around him and he talks and talks but he says nothing at all. But his touches do not lie, and Servaos would drink his truth from this very skin. 'I'm not the kind be hurt from truths. Do not worry about me too much.' You're really too kind.

'He may not be....For long,' then quickly added, 'I mean look at him. Bastard barely speaks or walks out of his room. Trapped like a mouse king. Barely living.'

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midniightspecial​:

immediately , she is unsure of them . danya’s eyes drink the sight of someone so magnificent , though her face betrays nothing , none of the unease , none of the admiration . she is nothing if not a closed book , shut off and quiet in every sense of the words . “ i trained under the eyes of the gods and the malsovian streets , ” she replies , eyes narrowing . ah –– so they were aware of her position within the court , likely aware that she was hunting for her greatest currency which is secrets .  her attempt at gossip falls flat , and immediately danya is intrigued . secrets , after all , have their own small ways of revealing themselves , tricky little things that they are . and so she tilts her head , dark eyes appraising the impressive form before her . “ depends on the game . ”

It tickled them, the way The Spymaster replied to their question — people like them did not belong in this place, glittered with happiness. Joy never was as pretty a colour as scarlet. Even as they dressed themselves to fir the part, their nature slipped between cracks in how they talked, how they moved their body. And just like that, the spell was broken. 

When she spoke again, she made no attempt to hide their irritation, slipping freely from between painted lips, ‘People like you...talks and talks and never says anything.’ Then what’s the use of your tongue?

Her hand moved to procure a silver knife from a table, caressing the blade with a finger. Softly and slowly, as their eyes were kept on the other ( searching, reading ), they pressed its point to the soft pad of their thumb, drawing a single drop of blood as it pierced through her skin. ‘I only know of one kind of game worth my time. Why, do you have any other thing in mind?’

[feral-ballad]

;Sakutarō Hagiwara, from Face at the Bottom of the World and Other Poems; "Ai Ren"

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@triumphends​

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gil ♥☎️

♥ - my muse tends to cling to

no one

☎ - my muse first contacts in a emergency

either vladimir dragola @ecliipsxd or servaos dragola @prnced depending on the situation. but he isn't in the habits of asking for help in reality.

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sirinay ♥ ? ☮

♥ - my muse tends to cling to

aleyna dragavei @remmbrance

? - always manages to confuse my muse

tanguy pichler @triumphends

☮ - makes my muse feel calm when around them

tavra caro @mightyecho. they're not really on friendly term anymore but tavra still has a calming effect on sirinay, whether sirinay likes to admit it or not and even if they act like a vicious chihuahua around tavra.

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gilchrist , how are high you right now ?

not enough, clearly

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mama fifi who’s ur fav kiddo

what kind of parents have FAVOURITES?