#lastdynasty

[lcnglived]

anya + maria nikolaevna aesthetic  // @lastdynasty

❛   yes let this be a sign  !!    let this road be mine  !!    let it lead me to the past.    & bring me home    ...     at last  !!   ❜

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@lastdynasty cont.

             Sansa smiles on excitedly! Usually people are so quick to dismiss her  ❛ pets are better than people ❜  or they just look at her as though they agree but she has spoken an UNSPEAKABLE crime, it's a relief to have someone else who agrees.  ❝ I do! ❞  She answers excitedly reaching for her phone for pictures.  ❝ Her name is Lady, please don't judge, my parents let a child name a puppy, and I don't know what I'd do without her. ❞  She turns the phone to the other with a picture of her and the no longer a puppy Lady.  ❝ Love of my life, to be honest. ❞

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        he’s always been a rather light presence, making PARIS the perfect city for him when he wasn’t homesick for the southern italian countryside that his FAMILY had originated from, and the music and dancing was one of the things that would always keep him coming back. it wasn’t harlem or new orleans, but it had it’s own CHARMS that made simply strolling down the street feel royal for a street rat like him.

        ‘glad to hear it.’ an infectious grin crossed his lips as he took her hand. CLASSICAL, formal dancing was hardly for him, as obvious by how loose he remained and how his feet were already tapping. ‘tell me if i’m going too fast, i tend to get a little CARRIED away.’

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@lastdynasty​ liked [x] for a starter!

✦ —- ❝ this park's... you should come here before dusk. 'c-cause if you sit at that hill over there and face those two trees it kinda looks like the sun's getting swallowed by them and it looks pretty c-cool. ❞

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        he had briefly spotted her. the sky seemed to get darker and the rain seemed to pour harder by the second, russia was notorious for having difficult weather. it hardly troubled him on a night off, discarding the uniform and having a few drinks. that was, until he saw a familiar figure just outside the window. it had not taken him long to ditch the warmth of the building, eyes narrowing as he peered through the rain and to his surprise, found that it was anya who was making her way towards him. there was a brief moment where a smile would flicker on his lips, he always did have a soft spot for the street sweeper, before recognizing the state she was in. not just shivering, but drenched, and it looked like she was crying. it was only then when she was speaking to him that concern would automatically make itself apparent, finding himself walking out into the rain in order to comfort her.

        “anya, you’re... i’m right here. you have nothing to be afraid of.” make what stop, exactly? there wasn’t time for that, he decided. "let’s get you inside, alright?” arms would gently wrap around the smaller figure, hoping he wasn’t overstepping his boundaries as he tried to guide her into the building.

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❦჻ &    @lastdynasty requested maria  !!

__________ ♔             SOMETHING  TUGS  AT  THE    romanov daughter,     a sense of   FAMILIARITY   she has not felt in a long while.     yet it is   GONE   as quick as it came     ...      it is as   useless   as attempting to catch grains of sand in her slender fingers.     ❛   oh please,      do call me by my    GIVEN   name.     i never cared for     ‘   her  imperial  highness.   ’      it’s inaccurate now anyway     ...     i’m not the duchess of   ANYTHING.  ❜     sad words offset by a smile she hopes   BURIES   questions.

[toughlittleguy-blog]

@lastdynasty || continued. 

ANASTASIA was fascinated, never got the chance to meet another boy — different boy. Only soldiers and her little brother — ALEXEI. He really looked adventurous, full of things to explain. “ do you know any more stories ? how did you get here ? ” inquired, the little grand duchess, full of curiosity in her eyes. her tone was smooth and navie, she liked him somehow, it was okay to trust him. Nastya even felt, that the boy could actually teach her some — real stuff, life out there. She moved a chair, in order to have proper attention to him.“ mama never let me go away from the palace, so. this should be our secret … it’s okay, right? ”

“i THINK so... as long as your guards don’t decide t’ shoot me or send me to jail under suspected kidnapping,” crutchie muttered the last part, bending down to fix his crutch against his own chair. he had thought anastasia had at least told her mother or SOMEONE... but maybe that was a thought borne out of his fear of getting in trouble. he clears his throat, shifting on his chair once more. “uh, i know some, uh, fairytales i think... you know cinderella?”

[toughlittleguy-blog]

@lastdynasty || continued. 

“ it’s actually pretty gloomy. “ she replied, with caution. Anya intentions were not to cause harm or make him angry, the orphan expressed with purely honest her words. sometimes, it was hard to control that part of herself, but she shrugged, as Anya looked at the boy who was besides him “ anyway — I’ve seen much worse too. ” confessed, the young woman, while she hide her hands on her pockets of the coat.

“worse than new york?” crutchie can barely hold back his scoff, though he doesn’t truly doubt her. from what he’s heard, russia was terrible. is terrible. still, he only had winter in new york city to go by, and that was cold enough. he follows suit and rubs his frozen hands together -- he’s been luckily to have found a pair of fingerless gloves that fit him! after a pause, he begins pulling them off by each finger, and quickly offers them to the girl. “i found these th’ other day, they was in a basket outside of a church -- you want ‘em?”