#niiightmares

[plcnktcn]

"shut up heather!"

      ❛ sorry, heather! ❜

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⫽ ⟶ @niiightmares

[sentinaels]

               the moment these words were out of her mouth, she felt small and foolish. in what kind of world would a young girl in a flowing party gown frighten a weathered rider ? the answer came to her in the same breath : when the girl was not only princess but daughter. ❛ i’ve been told i’m quite light on my feet, ❜ she said. in this she was not unlike her mother, though she supposed the queen would have less of a hard time gathering herself and keeping her composure. ❛ i’m sorry i startled you. ❜

               her parentage was not the worst-kept secret in iliera, but selena knew enough to know why it had to remain so. she wasn’t deaf ; she knew what people murmured behind her back, and what her family tried so hard to shield her from. she took a moment to watch him now, knowing how rare her occasions were. it was a stroke of luck she took more after her mother than her father, but she’d searched for similarities in her mirror long enough to recognize them now. ❛ do you truly have to ? i’d just like a word. it’s zaim’s birthday, no one’s paying attention to me. ❜ she’d grown up in the company of many races, knowing full well a conversation was never quite as private as it should be within the fortress’ walls, but the wish to stay here was much stronger than her fear.

CONTINUATION. / @niiightmares

[spyvara]

🐤 for nazca tho (niiightmares)

CALL ME, BEEP ME : TWITTER EDITION.     accepting !     @niiightmares

[a-crocusblooms]

@niiightmares

It had been a long day, and an even longer week; yet somehow neither are close to being over. Hisui barely had the time or the money to be browsing for food when she had more work to attend to at home, yet she knew she wouldn't be able to paint for her client at all if she continued to ignore her hunger.

Her eyes travel between the price tags and the change in her hand, a disheartened look of unease settling across her features. She was not made for thievery and dishonesty, and she wouldn't dream of putting anyone else at a loss because of her own financial misfortune...but how else was she supposed to eat?

     “ Um... ”  Her soft voice broke the silence, and though she regretted bringing attention her way, there was no point in shying away now that she had begun to speak. It was embarrassing, but at least there was no one besides the shopkeeper to see her in such a pitiful state.   “ Do you, um...do you have anything under 67 cents..? ”

[regnesis-blog]

@niiightmares ; VICTOR

“     THAT’S IT !!     ”     arms extend , limbs loose . quick-fire fingers begin scratching down almost illegible bouts of cursive .

[sentinaels]

“leo! come here, help your mama with this potion already. you don’t want her to waste away, do you?”

              it’s always the SAME song ; he should be more than used to it now. still, leo grits his teeth and hunches his shoulders as he pads towards her. even when they are in the same room, he’s always CAREFUL to keep his distance, sitting at the opposite end and immersing himself in something ( like a BOOK ) that will both keep his mind off everything happening at home and allow him to retain just enough awareness to dodge and RUN should the need arise. despite these measures, his mother’s voice has the same compelling authority as ever, and it is as much that as the FEAR of punishment that pushes him forward. that, and the helpless curiosity he always wrestles with, hating her while also ADMIRING her craft and seeking to learn her secrets.                ❛ what do you need ? ❜ his tone falls just short of dry, but without insolence. it hasn’t been LONG ENOUGH since the last time she lost her temper at him, and he still feels as though he’s walking on a minefield blindfolded every time they talk. ❛ and you look as radiant as ever, mother, ❜ leo adds, RESIGNED to the same litany of’compliments he doesn’t mean but she wants to hear. of course, it is a lie. the isle has robbed many of magic, but it is most OBVIOUS in mother gothel, who lost the spells that kept her looking like a woman in her early thirties and reduced her to the same AGING as the rest of the world. the last thing he wants, though, is to remind her of that fact.   / @niiightmares

[sentinaels]

❛ if you’re the next capa barsavi, ❜ he said rapidly, ❛ i should swear to serve you, too. i do.              madam. madam nazca. i mean… madam barsavi. ❜ the girl took a step back. ❛ i already have servants, boy. i have assassins. my father has a hundred gangs and two thousand knives ! ❜ ❛ nazca belonna jenavais angeliza de barsavi ! ❜ her father thundered. ❛ now it seems you only grasp the value of strong men as servants. in time, you will come to see the value of gracious ones as well. ❜ nonplussed, the girl glanced back and forth between locke and her father several times. her cheeks slowly turned red. after a few more moments of pouting consideration, she stiffly held out her alejack to locke. ❛ you may have some of my beer. ❜     

                                INDEPENDENT NAZCA BARSAVI & LOCKE LAMORA                                           OF THE GENTLEMAN BASTARD SERIES.              BY ARI AND KIM, AS FEATURED ON NIIIGHTMARES AND OFLEGENDARIES. 

[sentinaels]

she was useful, the darkling had said, every time ivan had grumbled about how he allowed the queen’s pet join him on the grounds of the little palace. and yeah, perhaps genya could pass along information that would prove useful, even if it just seemed like idle gossip. but still. it seemed like a waste of his leader’s time to allow the tailor to have his attention.

then again, everyone tended to waste the darkling’s time, in ivan’s eyes.

“what do you want now?” the heartrender asked, crossing his arms over his red kefta in what he hoped looked intimidating. “did someone wear the wrong thing to some dinner or something?” such a travesty. // @niiightmares​

               genya drew herself up to her full height, which was ( unfortunately ) still not enough to look the heartrender in the eye, but gave her the satisfaction of not having to crane her neck to stare back. ❛ hilarious. good thing he’s keeping you around for protection rather than your brilliant traits of humor. ❜ she didn’t have to specify who — grisha were officially meant to serve the king, but they both knew who their true master was. she batted her lashes as ivan, somehow managing to make it look mocking. ❛ not that you would know. now, be a dear and let me through. or do you want to fetch our soverenyi and make sure he really summoned me ? or, ❜ the tailor chirped, ❛ i could wait here and bore you to tears with an account every stylistic mistake made at court this month. if you’re wondering, there are a lot. ❜