#darklisa

[burtontracks]

CUP 13  241130ar

cup, table, time-portal window and Lisa 2

[dagnyart]

Vasilisa is reading bedtime stories for Darkling.

The Grishaverse fandom is very rich in different OTPs with Darkling and many of them are true and wonderful, but I chose a different way.

Initially it wasn't a love story. It was all about a war and different sides in it.

For centuries he has fought an uncompromising battle for the rights of Grisha and his stately and dark silhouette of a war leader has firmly erased his personal features out of the perception of the very people to whom he devoted his life. The Darkling was as eternal, reliable and out of reach like the sun and the moon. Generaly people are either afraid of him or go a little crazy about him.

At the beginning Vasilisa didn't think about him more than about weather outside.

He was so out her reach she could hardly remember his face features yet, just as everyone, she wouldn’t mistake him for somebody else. Still, Vasilisa thought about Ravka every day. Thanks to city gossips she was perfectly aware of the country’s hardships and her hear ached with the arriving bad news, longing to help the future they both strived for, though never even spoke to each other.

Then they were lucky to meet at last.

She got the power only he knew how to tame and use. Control and rule it to reclaim what’s been built piece by piece long before Alina sparked the civil war. She was thrilled and eager to step up and make a change for her own great dreams. They had to spend many hours, days together. Vasilisa was young and fierce, she needed practice and guidance, they both went for it and shortly the mutual respect bloomed.

For him, she was an open book. Yet being so close let her see a person behind all the shadows, military coats and names. A human. A sight of a careless phrase, then a lively glimpse, gestures, almost unseen, she carefully collected his true patterns and lines. That’s been such an astonishing and thrilling challenge she didn’t notice how the shattered pieces went into a clear portrait.

Feelings got the best of them, both unaware.

For her it was a little spark falling on a heap of dry straw, igniting a wildfire in a night. For him it was a soft flower, blooming and growing, the one he wasn’t looking at until its color burst out in a world of surrounding darkness.

Thus began a beautiful and desperate love story that has it all: love and death, fear and tenderness, bitterness and light laugh, honesty and bravery, cruelty and forgiveness, dreams and intimate conversations, tears and kisses, despair and trust, affection and care, anger and hurt, unconditional loneliness and loss, personal growth and equilibrium they’ve reached.

(What I like most: both of them fully experienced what all the above truly means for oneself and if yore interested, I’d gladly share the story with you.)

[kpopgirlfan]

Hot Girl 🔥😭

[p-opuestos]

Cualquier semejanza con la realidad es pura coincidencia #lisa #dark #darklisa #simpsons (en Universidad de Palermo)