#euhnoias

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@euhnoias​    asked    for    a    starter    ;    nina   &   linnea .

the    bastard    of    the    barrel's    instructions    had    been    clear    :    come    back    with    the    device    or    say    goodbye    to    your    cut    of    the    money.    kaz    knew    his    way    around    any    demand,    but    nina    zenik    was    also    perfectly    aware    of    her    own    value    :    as    always,    he    had    talked    &    she    had    listened,    amused    by    his    low    murmurs    of    risks    &    deals    &    prices.    every    encounter    ended    the    same    way    :    she    nodded,    before    going    on    her    merry    way,    ignoring    half    of    his    request    with    the    same    phlegm    as    she    served    any    of    her    clients.    perhaps    she    needs    him    (&    what    a    thing    to    think)    but    if    he    chose    her,    then    it    most    certainly    means    he    has    no    other    way    to    reach    the    engineer.    

nina's    cheeky    smile    is    absurdly    bright    as    she    places    herself    in    front    of    the    young    opjer's    desk.    hands    fall    gracefully    on    the    table,    as    if    to    capture    the    girl's    attention,    all    the    while    leaning    her    body    forward    just    enough    to    seem    enthralling.    «        you're    the    engineer.        »    marveling    at    the    idea    (she    had    assumed    she    would    be    meeting    an    old    decrepit    man),    she    nods    to    herself    slightly    before    continuing.    «        i    believe    i    am    your    next    appointment,    love.    for    the    nice    toy    you're    planning    on    selling.        »    

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[ @euhnoias​​ ] : 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙰𝚂 & 𝙹𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝚁

The wound still hurts when he’s moving around, but Matthias endures the pain until he can sit down across from Jesper at the kitchen table. Perhaps he should give it more time to heal, but the former drüskelle is tired of lying around with nothing to do.  “You seem ... restless.” That’s hardly new when it comes to the sharpshooter, but as he looks at him, Matthias notices this energy even more strongly. “You think you’ll be fine here, in this house?”

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@euhnoias : INCORRECT QUOTES ( ft. Nikolai & Dominik )

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@euhnoias

𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐙𝐨𝐲𝐚   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲   𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   𝐡𝐞𝐫.   None   of   them   had   slept   since   that   night.   She   could   see   the   apprehension   in   Zoya’s   steely   gaze   and   she   couldn’t   help   but   wonder   if   that’s   what   the   Darkling   saw   when   he   looked   at   the   ravaged   Tailor.   They   thought   everything   he   had   touched   would   die   with   him   but   the   untouchable   scars   on   her   face   and   the   creature   that   clawed   at   Nikolai   was   evidence   of   their   miscalculation.   Since   Tolya   had   seen   him   take   flight   off   a   window   sill,   David   and   her   had   gotten   to   work.   The   Triumvirate   had   put   all   else   on   hold,   because         WHAT   WAS   RAVKA         without   their   King   ?   The   serum   she   produced   sat   heavy   in   her   palm   as   the   two   guards   locked   the   door   behind   her.   She   insisted   that   she   had   to   do   this   by   herself.   She   knew   what   it   felt   like   to   be   looked   upon   with   pity,   and   she   had   no   intention   of   subjecting   him   to   that.   

The   metal   shackles   sat   like   an   𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍   at   his   bedside,   a   reminder   of   a   ruler   caged   in   his   own   kingdom.   Her   stomach   turned   at   the   thought   of   the   precautions   they   needed   to   take   in   fear   of   the   golden   haired   boy   who   was   otherwise   as   far   removed   from         A   MONSTER         as   anyone   could   imagine.   Sitting   at   the   edge   of   his   bed,   she   straightens   the   folds   of   her   kefta,   unable   to   meet   his   eyes.   She   feels   them   boring   into   her   as   she   uncorks   the   small   vial.   The   viscous   liquid   smells   burnt,   and   resembles   the   orange   hues   of   a   forest   fire.            ❝            Maybe   you   should   consider   making   yourself   a   coat   in   this   colour.            ❞            The   corners   of   her   lips   rise   as   she   lifts   the   glass   to   eye   level.            ❝            Pretty,   no   ?            ❞         

Her   empty   words   do   little   to   alleviate   the   tension   in   the   room.   This   was   the   first   time   they’re   trying   such   a   method.   Genya   had   run   the   equations   ten   times   over   in   her   head   and   then         ANOTHER   FIFTY         when   she   should   have   been   resting.   She   practically   begged   David   to   let   her   try   it   first,   but   the   Durast   wouldn’t   allow   the   risk.   Instead,   they   spent   their   remaining   waking   hours   formulating   an   antidote   if   their   trial   were   to   go   south.   She   hadn’t   told   Nikolai   any   of   this.   The   slight   tremor   in   her   hand   gives   away   her   hesitance   as   she   holds   the   bottle   out   to   the   King.            ❝            That   should   be   enough   for   one   night’s   rest.   I   need   you   to   drink   it   in   one   gulp,   don’t   let   it   sit   on   your   tongue   for   too   long.            ❞            Her   free   hand   clutches   the   antidote,   𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃,   until   her   knuckles   pale.  

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@euhnoias​ asked: "you have a soft heart." — from linnea? 🥺

   nikolai had tried to be ruthless in his time as king. he knew when to push, when to let go. he knew when to challenge people and when to cut his losses and accept defeat. and yet, there were times when he knew when to let all of that go. when to brush of the persona of being king, of being in power, to just... be nikolai. and it was moments like this, seeing all of the life that he’d had no idea of, that felt as if he could just be himself.  “ a soft heart? ”  he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly as he looked at her.  “ with all of those walls in the palace, it’s a miracle it’s still that way, i think. ”  it was meant to be a joke, but in some sense of his words, it wasn’t. he’d kept walls around himself for so long, even from when he was young. what was meant to be a heart of steel still had some give to it. if nikolai could still give something, give anything, it was love. 

meeting linnea, getting to know her  -  saints, a sister  -  it felt like he could just forget about everything else for a while. he didn’t have to wear that mask of being king, he could simply be.  “ if i didn’t know any better, i’d just think you were trying to be overly nice to me to get something out of me. ”  a beat, that famous nikolai lantsov smile spreading across his lips.  “ it might be working, though. ”

 ✧ — ⋆ ruin and rising starters

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“     ---------     don’t you ever get tired of speaking? ”  the words left his mouth with the barest roll of his eyes, his hands flexing at his side. the man in front of him was a constant thorn in his side, the endless conversation just bringing about a surge of annoyance within him.  “ or is this your play? continue to bother whoever is in your range of hearing until someone cracks at the brink of insanity? ”     /      @euhnoias​  ( nikolai )   ☾