#firstborngrandduchess

[lcnglived]

olga + maria nikolaevna aesthetic  //  @firstborngrandduchess

❛   i know my   SISTER   like i know my own mind.    you will   NEVER   find anyone as   trusting   or as   kind.      i love my sister more than   ANYTHING   in this life,     i will choose her happiness over   MINE   every time  !!   ❜

[forgenovia-a]

When he was younger these parties used to excite him. The dazzling gowns and equally dazzling people — he used to stay up late, anticipating who he’d meet. Now these things seem to drag on. Socializing is nice the first few hours, the gossip is sometimes even entertaining, but after a while, he’s all too eager to retreat to somewhere quiet, if only for a moment. Usually he’s alone in this sentiment. He's surprised to find that may not be the case this evening.

He spares a glance at the balcony’s other occupant, moving to lean against the railing.

     “Not one for festivities?”

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[freigeiist-archived]

Crown Prince Rudolf of Austria, photographed on a visit to Russia, ca. 1887

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[belayaknyazhna]

@firstborngrandduchess / LYRICS SC.

       ‘   I STILL HAVE A PRAYER -- despite all the colours i’ve seen.   ’

[andryuska]

“Charmed I’m sure, I’m Olga Nikolaevna.” (firstborngrandduchess)

oh hello on broadway starters ( always accepting ) // @firstborngrandduchess

    “ yes, charming. ” though andrei did not seem entirely too pleased to know names, on account of the bandages which were wrapped tightly around his chest, showing slightly through a shirt that had seen better days. introductions no longer interested him, and all interactions with the others who lived in the festering medical camp, unable to leave, seemed dull. ( all that could capture his interest was the sky, and when it was safe to do so, he would look up and, enduring the pain which would shoot through the healing bullet whole in his side, feel an inexplicable love spreading throughout him. )

now was no such time. here, as he sat and tried to enjoy his rations, joined by a nurse whose name seemed familiar but could not be placed by that distracted mind, all he felt was exhaustion. exhaustion, and of course pain. what good was company, what happiness could someone else bring him, after what he had seen. what he had learned. the solider, with grim expression, nonetheless nodded. “ andrei nikolaevich. ”

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[ 📲 • sms ] —— i s2g i’m punching you so hard the next time i see you. (firstborngrandduchess)

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                       you’re not gonna do that                       i bet you like a hundred you’re not gonna actually try it