#c: ivan

[hallowghoul]

@xemptywithyoux​

“oh hey! uh... can i bother you?” she asks in a rush as she frantically moves around the book case, the flash of his features catching her attention. willow had done a bit of stalking  research when she’d arrived and one of her biggest inquiries lie with him. some brief google searches and lurking on the web brought up an article, one with his name, face and confirmation of the job came onto her screen and she was dead set on picking his brain. “you’re uh.. ivan, right?” she asks with a focused gaze, hand extending out. “i’m willow.. and god, yeah this was not my best execution.. i just.. i’m writing a book? well.. i am trying to write a book.. it’s a work in progress.. uh..” she continues to ramble, hand waving in a bit of unfamiliar nerve as she attempts to collect her thoughts. “do you have a minute?” she wonders.

[eucroft]

where: glaukopis library with: @ivanxeu​

        “hi, if you have any questions, i’d be happy to--” she starts her saccharine spiel as she does when a new person approaches, but it’s quickly cut off when she turns to see who is in her library.  seeing him dredges up too many emotions for adelaide’s taste. “oh. you. we don’t have any more film books than before. what do you want?”

[btchcrft]

[ an offering and a dance ]

@rldlnghood​

“come on, mystery man, i have an idea.” kian says as he walks up to ivan, eyes looking him up and down, trailing along the gold embellishments of his suit jacket. “didn’t think i’d see you outside of your hoodie.” the few times he’s seen the son of hestia, it’s always been in a hoodie. “this looks good on you.” he grins. “do you trust me?” it’s a loaded question considering they don’t know each other that well. “let’s go dance in the temple, an offering to our moms. we can pick some flowers on the way, maybe.” he shrugs his shoulders, waiting to see if ivan is going to turn him down or not. 

[bxsh-wxck]

Enjoy a tranquil afternoon with IVAN by taking the lily boats out to the Lake of Lost Souls

    Lounging on lilies, lazily drifting through the lake Bastan laid fully out across the padding of the boat. Dressed down, tank-top highlighting the faint farmer’s tan, he was completely embracing the theme of the event that bloomed all around them. “If this is the thanks we get after every trial, I pray we win more often.” Teasing as he was, the smith-son knew the event was truly for Demter and luck seemed to grace them with the arrival of Sissel, but it was nice to think some of this was for them. “Get comfortable won’t ya, this lake is big enough to get lost in so enjoy it.” gesturing for Ivan to join him as he sun bathed, slanted shades pulled back over his eyes, he gently tapped is fingers to conjure the right oar to paddle them in a wide circle so they could enjoy the water a bit longer. 

[fateofbrxs]

@strikersunindie​ continued from here // Ivan & Baradius 

He was a fairly impatient man. Supportive of Baradius, but also aching for some attention from the other man. So while he watched Baradius brew something new, he slid a hand down the other man’s back. The man turned a moment later, wrapping an arm around Ivan and pulling him close. He happily kissed the other back, embracing him for a moment before they parted. The door locking was a sound he heard often. It made his cock start stirring. “Want me out of my clothes?”

[chandler-heine]

“So,” Chandler said, sliding onto the barstool next to Ivan. They hadn’t planned to meet this time, but he’d recognize the back of his friend’s head anywhere. “You wanna get a pitcher or are we being responsible this evening?” 

Not that a single pitcher between the two of them would lead to any disreputable activities. 

@ivandyer

[ofcastora]

date: february 10, 2019 time: afternoon location: handkerchief, ivan’s pawn shop status: closed for @ivanrahal​

She might actually kill him – put a gun to his heart, if Ivan Rahal possessed such a thing, pull the trigger, and watch him bleed. But that would be too easy a death for the son of a bitch, that damned wraith who couldn’t stop pestering her, that fucking viper without a loyal bone in his body. Castora hates a lot of people, but she hates people like him the most. 

And by God, she wants to kill him. But in Verona, it’s one thing to kill a body. It’s another thing – an infinitely better thing – to destroy someone by making their worst nightmare come true. 

Castora knows this stupid and reckless, but she refuses to just sit still and do nothing. And besides, she had avoided being the primary subject of Ivan’s torment, only having the luck to exist on his periphery. Because she mattered to someone he wanted to suffer. Really, the only good thing she can say about him is that he validated her entire worldview. 

She throws a ring onto the counter and fixes him with a stony look. 

“I have two questions for you. One: how much for this? And two - are you incapable of minding your own business?”

[zoe-nettles]

“Estás perdiendo mi interés y eso es muy peligroso.”

“Espera...” Intentó encontrar algún signo de diversión en el muchacho, aunque pronto se dio cuenta de que no bromeaba. “¿Y por qué debería importarme?” ¿En qué mundo querría ella el interés de Davies? ( @the-raven-guy )