#drakonskaya

[svyatoiy-arch]

@drakonskaya​ said:     “  it reminds me of where i was going without you.  ” [  war of the foxes,   accepting.  ]

SHE WAS A FLY ON THE WALL,  HIDDEN IN THE RAY OF SUNLIGHT PEEKING IN THROUGH THE WINDOW,    watching patiently as the team of maids flutter about the vision in blue,  poking and pulling and perfecting the gown and the hair,  their frantic movements coated in nerves as well as they were in pride.     alina watched with a sense of pride,  too,  but most of all relief   ─   that this was not her job,  anymore,  to be the figurehead or symbol of ravka.     for while even the thought of the crown was a weight heavy on the sun summoner’s shoulders,  the real thing seemed to be an extension of zoya herself:   head held high,  shoulders held back  &  posture perfected as always,  she wore it with what looked to be utter ease.     there was once a time she might have felt a pang of jealousy at this,  but the war had forced them all to grow up and out of their childish inclinations.     now there was only a fine mixture of love  &  adoration,  and alina wore it plainly on her face,  reflected in her warm golden gaze.

a piece of the past brought into their new future   hung on zoya’s dresser,  her old kefta,  blue adorned with silver.     alina pushed out from the wall,  followed the invisible thread connecting her to the garment,  and ran her fingers over the delicate embroidery.      ❛   will you be keeping it ?   ❜

an answer was not expected,  for she was content enough with the rush of memories that responded to the kefta’s call,   [  a biting remark,  a clenched fist,  a truce,  a hand held not to soothe but to strengthen with its touch  . . .  ]   until zoya’s voice carried over the chatter of her maids.      ❛   it reminds me of where i was going without you.   ❜

❛   you mean that sad and lonely future you would’ve had without me?    i worry about that,  sometimes.      whoever would have kept you humble if i hadn’t been around ?   ❜      she teased,  her red tinted lips a flower in spring,  blooming with a smile.     her hands raised on their own accord,  adjusting the kokoshnik atop zoya’s head,  allowing a stray lock of soft hair to twirl around her finger.     she brushed it away from her face,  a nonchalant shrug to her shoulders.      ❛   how fortunate our jobs will keep us together then.     where you go,  i go,  and all that,  moya tsaritsa.   ❜

[sommerfelds]

          it’s near incredible, some say, the sheer amount of  concentration  ezra is capable of.       perhaps the only person at os alta with a greater propensity for it is  -  was  -  d.avid k.ostyk himself.   (  the man that, perhaps, the fabrikator admired most in the world.  )   hunched over his workbench, he peers through a magnifying glass, a frown creasing his brow, utterly   unaware   of his surroundings until a shadow falls over the table beside him and he  jumps  before releasing his breath and straightening his stance.   ❛   your majesty,   ❜   he greets quietly, before remembering himself and rising quickly to his feet.   ❛   -  apologies.  are you  ...  if you are looking for leoni, she isn’t here.  it’s  ...  only me, I’m afraid!   ❜       //       @drakonskaya.  sc.

[ghafaith-a]

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@drakonskaya      /      send in your character’s height  &  I’ll compare it to mine.

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[ghafaith-a]

@drakonskaya​ said:   ‘ I know I can count on you. ’     /      florence & the machine sentence starters.     

in ketterdam she was   the wraith,     a phantom that haunted the  darkest shadows  of someone’s closet,   picking out their  dirtiest secrets   and delivering them to someone who would make  good use  of them.    but now she was  captain ghafa,    who haunted the  true sea,     the scourge of all slave-hunters.    it was the  purpose  her saints had granted her,   to make something out of her  troubled past    &   now,    this newfound reputation had led her to the doors of  a palace.      a wide smile   bloomed upon inej’s lips upon hearing the words from  ravka’s new queen.    pride swelled in her,     it leapt  &  soared to new heights               a wild creature,    untamed.   

 ❝   yes,   you can.  ❞    a sincere promise.     all that remained was  the extension of their deal:      the message would be delivered to  dirtyhands,    an astute thief who had  risen too high  among the ranks of barrel bosses  too quickly.   someone who just so happened to be  her most beloved,     though she wouldn’t speak of him so candidly.     ❝   I will tell him of your offer.   ❞     gaze wandered to a candle on a table by her side  &  dark eyes glinted over its wavering flame.     ❝   and for the right price,  he  will  accept.   that much I can assure you.   ❞   

[svyatoiy-arch]

@drakonskaya​ said:     “   all these ghosts come streaming down and i wish i had something else.   ” [  richard siken / war of the foxes prompts,  accepting.  ]

NO ONE TELLS YOU THAT IN THE AFTERMATH OF WAR THERE IS A SILENCE SO DEAFENING   you will miss the sound of cannons.     neither of them had ever known true peace,  but if this was what it felt like,  alina wanted nothing to do with it.     bitter and metallic,  this peace tasted like blood   ─   her own as much as that which she had shed.     warfare was deadly and chaotic,  but at least it had been familiar ground.     they’d all had the same goal:   survive  &  bring down the unsea and its creator,  but now all they were meant to do was live.     alina couldn’t understand how she was meant to do that when it felt like she’d perished in the fold,  and all she was now was a shell of the girl she used to be,  perusing the earth  &  biding her time.     yet as much as it felt like it,  sankta alina of the fold was not alone.     there had been others waging war by her side,  flanking her on the battlefield.     some dead,  some lost,  and some walking the line between then  &  now,  just as she was.     [  half a ghost,  half alive.  ]     while the war had sunk its claws into nikolai more obviously than anyone else,  shadows lining his pale hands  &  the weight of a crown atop his head,  zoya seemed to grieve silently in the shadows.     for both their sakes,  it was fortunate alina had a particular talent for finding her way through darkness.

no words would ever be able to offer them what they both needed,   so rather than attempting to fill the silence between them with a statement she didn’t believe in,  the sun summoner quietly remained by zoya’s side.     by the time the other finally spoke,  time had slipped from alina’s grasp:   she could have sat there for minutes or for hours,  gazing out at what once had been the queen’s gardens,  lost in the confinements of her own mind.     the flowers were long gone,  yet if she closed her eyes,  the scent lingered behind,  the ghost of what once had been.     alina couldn’t offer much,  especially not to the squaller who had always seen through the facades of glory others created in the sankta’s name,  but at the very least she could keep some of her loneliness at bay.     she tilted her head to the side,  golden gaze finding zoya’s hand where it rested between them on the stone bench at once.     after a moment’s worth of hesitation,  alina picked it up and held it tightly within her own grasp.     their fingers intertwined,  as if they were branches of two separate flowers twisting together,  becoming one.      ❛   the ghosts i can’t do much about,  but  . . .   ❜

❛   ──────   if nothing else,  you have me.   ❜

[svyatoiy-arch]

@drakonskaya said:     🍓 🥺💞 [  send me a 🍓 and i’ll compliment you,   accepting.  ]

i was hoping you’d send this in so i could dump some cora love on the dash!    seriously though,  i am such a fan of everything you put out.     your aesthetic and visuals on all your blogs are such a feast to the eyes.     but more than that,  i really admire your talent for writing.     i’m gonna focus on zoya here for obvious reasons,  but just know that i think all your muse interpretations are it,  the shit,  the bomb dot com etc etc etc.     i think you’ve accomplished the very difficult task of humanizing her without rounding out the harsh edges of her character with flying colors,  and you have such a way of writing both her inner monologue and her dialogue that i’m just in awe of.     i also just really love that you love zoya and give her the respect she deserves because she is that woman!     she really is!     and then on top of that you’re also just like the chillest,  sweetest person.     my dash would not be as lovely a place without your presence on it.

[ghafaith-a]

an excuse to wax poetic about taj?? we love to see it! your inej is filled with immense depth and unwavering quiet strength. i think the biggest challenge with inej's character is balancing her compassion and kindness with her work as a assassin as well as being a woman of faith. she is so dynamic and you pick up on all of her little intricacies like it's nothing!! i am constantly blown away with your portrayal and how well you balance all the facets that make inej, inej. please reveal your secrets to me!!!!

beep,  beep !     how’s my portrayal?     /    @drakonskaya