#apogeaned

[enavant]

━━ ❥❥❥  soft moments ♥  :  shtola && isu  (  feat. @apogeaned​  )

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[ghosttsar-archive]

@apogeaned​

Nikolai sets the box on her desk as he watches Rowena work. "Take a break for tea and a present if you can spare it. It's your birthday after all, Dear." He chided. 

Inside the box was a music box, delicately carved with thoughtful swirling patterns that when you took the moment to comprehend them looked like ocean waves.

THIS WAS A COMMON SIGHT. One or both of them so engrossed in their duties they neglected to think about rest. Rowena had been up earlier than usual , not for an excess of excitement as one might typically feel on their birthday , but for lack of rest. Since rising she has yet to stop and only her husband could draw her from her work.

Gaze flickers first to the box , then his hand , then his face. She meets his expectant look with a conceding smile. ❝ I suppose. ❞

Slender fingers take hold of the present and carefully open it. Her smile turns more genuine as she takes the music box in with it’s delicate details that she traces in sweeping whirls. She lifts the lid and music pours out. She’s often said Nikolai has taken her breath away with his gestures of love , no matter how grand or how seemingly small. This epitomizes that feeling. As the metal pins pluck along the set grooves and play the song of their first dance at their wedding , Ro can feel her eyes sting. She sets the music box back down so that she may stand and wrap her arms around him in a warm embrace.

❝ Thank you , Nik , ❞ she murmurs , barely an inch from his lips. ❝ It’s wonderful. I love you. ❞

( belated birthday shenanigans )

[crowshoots-moved]

@apogeaned liked for a short starter!

    “ and before this i thought fjerdans were out of touch with everything and used swords instead, ” jesper tilts the rifle this way and that in his hands, squinting down the barrel. it’s an expensive thing, something he had taken from the ice court in their haste, and he had been delighted to feel a gun underneath his palms again when he got his hands on it. he had seen some of the weaponry plans in the ice court, too, and it had almost been terrifying, what they had waiting in store. but now, he puts it out of mind and out of sight as jesper offers matthias the rifle, and his smile is coy. “ now, i don’t mean to poke some fun, but we do have the day free, two guns, and possible targets if you don’t mind the sound of shattering glass bottles. ”

[nonormality]

STARTER CALL; for @apogeaned !

❝  IT  IS  AN  HONOR  TO  meet  you.  ❞  the  words  come  out  with  surprising  ease,  laced  with  a  touch  of  warmth  she  has  not  utilized  even  once  since  joining  the  wardens.  she  has,  of  course,  heard  stories  of  the  famed  hero  of  ferelden  who  just  so  happens  to  be  a  cousin  of  hers.  it  is  this  unexpected  familial  connection  that  forces  the  corners  of  her  lips  to  curve  upwards;  squint  &  it  resembles  something  akin  to  a  smile.  ❝  i  wonder  if  it  is  the  amell  blood  that  causes  us  to  find  ourselves  in———  ❞  now,  a  chuckle;  yet  another  sound  that  has  begun  to  feel  foreign  in  her  ears.  ❝  ———unforeseen  &  dangerous  situations.  ❞  

[freedomscall-aaa]

@apogeaned | nathaniel howe | a smooch???

There is an innate tenderness behind most of their interactions as of late--- looks of adoration, warm smiles tugging at lips, bodies that fit together just so despite their differences. Anders finally content, and dare say even truly happy, for once in his tumultuous life. At times everything seemed worth it; every little choice he made a tiny stepping stone towards a future he never would have imagined when he first came to know the archer--- as if some string attached them together, far too long when they first met and far too short when reunited after the most defining moment in the mage' life.

On the run, things had been difficult. They had fought, came back together, fought again and everything else in-between; Anders' neurosis worsening with the lack of structure in their lives after having become so used to the routine and comforts Nathaniel's sister had provided to him. It had made him soft, he could almost hear Justice insisting ( or perhaps he did, his inner voice had not been solely his own for nearly a decade now after all ). But now, now that they had found some semblance of a home for themselves, things have only gotten better.

" You did a lot of work today, didn't you? " A question that was more so a  remark than anything else, Anders' observation laced with playful praise as he approached the other. The fence was half built now, just enough to keep out small ground animals that would reek havoc on the herbalist's foraged and replanted garden.

His greeting once close enough would be a gentle kiss, brief but promising all the same as something more passionate. Foreheads would bump, sharing a short, tiny moment together before again the healer would speak:

" Will you be joining me for dinner anytime soon? "

[summonsun]

@apogeaned​    /    sc.

“i’ve done worse than punch a prince need i remind you.”  finally a moment in private with the young lantsov,  no guards and no prying eyes or ears.   saints,  this wiry young man couldn’t have been the little palace’s puppy.   unfortunately his looks were no worse for wear.  her resentment hadn’t faded over the ordeal of the last weeks and the sun summoner anxiously brushed her fingers over the sea whip’s scales locked with an expert hand around a slight wrist.  “if you’re going to pout at me like that,  make it for something useful.”   like all of those people i helped murder in novokribirsk.

[spakonarchive]

@apogeaned​ asked: What does a normal day look like for Six and Mr. House? Is there routine? What about it does Six like? What does she dislike? What does she wish was different?

OOC. a normal day usually starts in the evening. she tends to check in consistently. after building up their relationship and what house’s needs are she knows when she is needed and when would be excessive. if there are outlying circumstances, then victor knows exactly how to find her.

for the most part, it tends to begin after she makes her rounds with the casinos. she keeps her ear to the ground for news, makes sure that there’s no more cannibalism or overthrowing attempts or the like. she returns and if there is anything strange, she’ll let house know about it, but he prefers to deal with the bigger plans and trusts six to act in his favor when any problems arise. she has learned through trial and error what kind of things house cares to be informed about and what is just unnecessary chatter.

he’ll tell her about things that are coming up she should be aware of, or tasks that she’ll need to complete as her end of things, and she’ll jump through every hoop and stick the landing.

she likes being apart of something bigger, being helpful, being useful. she doesn’t dislike any of it, really -- not when it is her entire life and one true love.

six does wish though that maybe house would be more willing to praise her. she understands why not. she understands that it might breed complacency, and so she wishes that it was easier to pick out the i love yous in the things he says, even if they are imaginary.

[acemenagerie-a]

starter for @apogeaned

Elias had been careful picking the spot, even more careful picking the time.  It was a level of care and consideration he hadn’t invested in something in a long, long time, but this was important.  

The park was small, unpopular even on the busiest days and, at this time, basically deserted.  Birds chirped in the trees.  Elias couldn’t stop worrying the bottom of his shirt.  Inviting Peter to his flat seemed too forward, especially with the two decades yawning between them, so this was the most public neutral ground he could think of that wouldn’t be crowded.

He mentally rehearsed what he was going to say, the questions he was going to ask.  He heard someone sit beside him and a quick exchange of greetings confirmed that it was Peter.

And suddenly every rehearsed sentence got tangled up in his feelings about sitting next to Peter.  Blood roared in his ears, throat going dry.  Only one thought was loud enough to be heard over the din: I missed you.  I missed you.  I missed you.  I missed you.  Not like he’d been aware of the decades passing, but just the time back, that stint of recovery, had his heart screaming for Peter.

“So, ah... how’ve... how’ve you been these past, ah, two decades...?”  He grimaced after the words left his mouth, cursing his brain for losing everything he’d planned to say all at once.