#anders ragnulf

[nicolasxbianchi]

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          “Okay, so how are we feeling after our little experiment?” Brash and calloused words escape Nicolas, paired with that knavish grin he always sported. Ignorance was bliss, and he was desperately attempting to avoid just how anguished and grief stricken he felt over the First’s death. The Jackal was almost envious of Lucretia, for having stepped forward and stolen the divinity for herself, but there was wrath there, vengeance; the death of the First inherently wrong. He attempted to shoo the feelings away, ignore them completely, and the Wayward was certainly a step in the right direction. They’d celebrated that very night but considering Mercuralia and the Knossos fuckery he’d lost track of his lycan; it’d be nice to know that he didn’t get almost eaten (derogatory, not affectionate in this case) for nothing.

[ofheliacal]

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location: no ma’am

          “I never got to say thank you,” they’re a few drinks in and it’s always been difficult to keep up with the Wayward, the other lycan seemingly unfazed as Eric got into their more lachrymose stage of inebriation. Anders had always been rooting for Eric and the volatile was never sure why, ultimately he liked to believe it was Anders incessant pushing on the matter that had resounded Eric back to the Lupo’s and away from the influence of the Asphodel. He had to start listening to Anders more, even though the Wayward was rather hopeless with names and places that weren’t of Nordic origin; sometimes the singular, undamaged braincell had a break through.

[adamoromerof]

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          He’d met Anders when the other lycan was barely through the throes of childhood so to say he was biased would be a sore understatement. Many who came from the North stayed there permanently, wolves of old blood who would typically be born into and inevitably die within the pack they were established for. Adamo missed the frigid air which resounded around the Baltic Sea everyday but his purpose now resided in Rome and he’d do his best to encourage Anders to be of the same mind considering all the other Northern lycan had endured. To make the purposeful decision to abandon ones pack for the sake of it’s ensured survival took more courage than Adamo would likely ever muster and he would always offer a reliant shoulder for Anders when necessary. “I heard about what happened.” It may have been old news at this point but he was still reeling from the effects of losing The Voice and vied to efficiently follow up with Anders when he had the mental capacity to ensure he’d put his best foot forward. “How are you doing?”

[nicolasxbianchi]

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          “You were supposed to win for me,” Nicolas coolly chides and though he hadn’t witnessed the results of Lupercalia he was rather surprised that Anders had not been higher up on the winners. “You must have thrown your matches.” Teasing lilt captures his timbre. a near hungry and reminiscent grin flourishing considering they’d had their own share of scuffles when an unassuming Anders had ran into a freshly freed Nicolas all those years ago. “Plans to make it up to me?”

[ofheliacal]

@andersxragnulf​,

          “Are you sure I can’t get you anything? It’d be on the house,” Eric half-muttered, their archetypal surly mood only magnified at his relief being near twenty minutes late. A hospital inquiry was deemed foreign on the tarmac of his tongue, though Anders proved a divergent interpretation, both of their lone nature an attribute in which Eric vied for them to stick together, having done so over the past few years; the duo packless.

[nicolasxbianchi]

a gift for @andersxragnulf, location: we're not on the battlefield but we're not rlly at a save point either when: idk like night 2

Before the first day of battle had come to a close, Anders' brother had become a victim of the opposing side, sucked up into muck and dirt as though it were a sinkhole. The Wayward was always this pest of positivity and it mixed miserably with Nicolas' grating negativity; he was still unsure if they balanced each other out, but Anders was always hard to genuinely grate upon. He took everything in stride, even his brother's prospective death. Caked in dried blood and grime, it was hard to decipher what was theirs and what was from the opposition, the Jackal huffed out a breath as they took a break from their own descent of destruction, the action morphing into more of a spliced laugh. "Everything you dreamed of; being the hero?" Statements and questions from Nicolas always sounded like critiques instead of small talk, the Jackal dousing himself with a bottle of water as though it'd slip away the grime and blood that coated him in the midst of battle.

[nicolasxbianchi]

a gift for @andersxragnulf, location: anywhere, nowhere notes: kisskiss

Stationed with Anders and his brother for this little squad, Nicolas had first found the idea completely reprehensible. Dionaeia had basically barked at him that it was this non negotiable to help out with and though it made it appear as though Nicolas defected from all he'd set out upon since returning to Rome, he found it easier to stomach the idea knowing he was training with Anders along the way. "So much for leaving, huh?" The Jackal was certain Anders would clarify that after this the two brothers would be sure to drift away from Rome; it was always something that kept Anders lingering. A more tender piece of the Jackal wanted to believe it was for him but Nicolas merely paired the question with a wicked grin as they sparred. Anders was proficient in drinking, fucking, and fighting and at least this crossed one of said proclivities off the list, Nicolas lunging to tackle the lycan.

[adamoromerof]

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          “Alek has been taking prospects into the Otherworld to hunt for changeling hearts,” the statement comes with this inevitable followup, he’d never be able to sway Anders into joining the Lupo; the Wayward always figured himself to be too much of a liability when it came to his shifts. Adamo hadn’t seen him since Lupercalia and had almost hoped this was old news to Anders, nodding towards him in this half-greeting, “It could be worth a try for you.” Anders feared harming those he cared for and it’d been proven, thus far, that consuming a changeling heart controlled such feral beast that some contained within; for Anders it could be the key he direly needed.