#nikolacvna

[peridans]

PLOTTED STARTER FOR  @nikolacvna​

           𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘.   embraced in the swell of dancing and drinking in the heart of blaenau’s dancefloor, it is difficult to avoid the lavish giggling of his younger sisters draped across men they hardly know.   he sips the glass of whiskey in his fingers as he moves through the rambunctious swaying crowd beneath the band’s music.   somewhere a glass shatters and a cheer rings after it.   peridan simply smiles, shaking his head as he approaches the shadow in the corner of the commotion.

          squinting, he can barely recognise the woman before him   (  perhaps this was the secretary lieutenant edwards had been gushing over the day before?   or maybe lord cavendish’s second-cousin-twice-removed?   no...   this lady seems far too uncomfortable to be either  ).   but she could be anyone;   he can only recognise ABOUT A THIRD of the guests here tonight.   consciously making an effort to smile, he asks,     ‘  can i get you a drink, miss?  ’

[emcads]

         ❝    I’ll have you know I attend mass DUTIFULLY.  ❞      oh, so all pirates are GODLESS heathens then ?    is that it ?      ❝   most ardent confessor second only to SAN AUGUSTIN.  ❞ // @nikolacvna​

[4-6-4-1-9-blog]

— "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 nice girl like you doin’ in a part’a town like this?” funny, tommy thinks that every time he returns home to his wife. this place is a fucking shit hole; he wouldn’t recommend anybody living here, and yet ... it’s his home. if only for the reason that beth is here with him. otherwise, any goddamn place could be home, for all he cares; “ain’t exactly a -- ‘upstanding’ place to hang around.”

@nikolacvna   /   liked for a starter!

[rcvolutioned]

       he had been a clergyman’s son. a school teacher. a soldier. a spy. a land owner. and now the people of conneticut had deemed him worthy to represent them. washington d.c. was coming up nicely, and it was like he could feel the ideals he had fought for in the very air. the air that rushed from his lungs when he saw a familiar face. ‘ tatiana? ‘ he couldn’t believe it was her. the last time he’d seen it was just after the war. he’d still been wearing his uniform, largely because he was lacking in civilian clothing. ‘ miss romanov. i didn’t expect to see you here. ‘ 

@nikolacvna

[wantlonger]

nikolacvna​ liked for a lyric starter:   3/5   //  goodnight, my someone

“true love can be whispered from heart to heart when lovers are parted, they say.”

[vinterhjerte]

@nikolacvna​ sent:      ‘⌘’ ( yeehaw babe try your hand at agnarr!! )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 had always brought a warmth to the king’s eyes, and this was no different. From the moment he knew of his eldest’s existence, Agnarr had carried a flame of love for her in his heart. And from her earliest days, that love that been joined by a sharp knife of fear.

Her magic had emerged in the first few days and from that moment on he was afraid for her. Afraid of what others would think, of how they would react. Iduna was calmer about the situation, had passed some of those feelings on to him. And it was obvious how happy the magic had made Elsa, which made it all the easier to accept. Her cackles of delight upon creating a small flurry of snow was hard to resist and so they all ignored any possible dangers. Until that night.

“She’s a very bright girl,” he said, pride lacing his tone, a smile upon his features. Agnarr was always pleased to boast of his children. “Always one step ahead of where we thought she’d be, always pushing the tutors to their limits with questions and knowledge.” Knowledge gained from hours upon hours of loneliness in that room of hers. Books were more the princess’s companion these days than any human being. “Elsa has a quiet but quick wit, often surprising me with her insights. And she’s so incredibly... loving. Sometimes I wonder how one heart can contain so much feeling. It worries me some days, and others I look at her and know she will manage.”

Send ‘⌘’ to hear my muse’s father or father-figure talk about the muse.

[storytelers-a]

“Excuse me.” ignoring the raised eyebrows, the shock gasp of someone behind the woman, and the polite manners of a society he doesn’t belong to, he asks a stranger a question. “Do you know where we are? The map I have is... terrible.” it will be easy to find my place, Ross said, just get off the general London coach and walk two miles, it will be no problem. It was a problem.

starter call. I @nikolacvna​

[tatterdhearts]

@nikolacvna​ asked :  ❝ even if i’m far away, i’ll hold you in my heart. ❞ for gleb!

it brings him a sense of comfort to hear her words. to think about going back home to face whatever consequences for his actions was daunting. perhaps he was stalling for a bit more time in paris. to stay a little longer. to be in her company for only a moment. dark hues look up at the other before speaking. “would you STAY--just for a little while longer?” it might be foolish to ask. that he already has so little time left here. and she has no obligations to stay with him any longer than she already has.