#olycnkov

[dreamwaited-moved]

𝙽𝙰𝙳𝚈𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃:

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❝ Are you taking his side against me?? ❞

@olycnkov​ sent 💬 for a random line 

[ineij]

@olycnkov​                                                  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃.

                                   ❝    i'm  telling  you          —          the  guy  was  a  complete  stranger.  ❞          she’s  cautiously  nudging  the  object  towards  her  from  the  floor  as  if  its  presence  itself  is  a  threat.  it  might  have  been.          ❝    just  walked  up  and  gave  me  the  bag.  ❞ 

[dreamwaited-moved]

𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚃𝙴 :   @olycnkov  sent   🗣️

[kcrclrezni-a]

She gets in late, exhausted from the awful weekend. Zina demanded that the first thing she do on returning to campus is give the Lantsovs her gift, so Nadya swings by their flat first. She deposits the gift bag outside their door, knocks, and then continues on to Sirius’ flat. She doesn’t have the energy for socialization right now.

Inside the bag are two boxes. The small one on top is a simple white confectionery box with Vasily’s name painted diagonally across the top, eight handmade truffles carefully nestled inside. The larger is a tin, wrapped in sponge-painted blue paper. Inside are traditional Ravkan sweets; cookies stacked along the outer edge, and hard candies piled in the center. Carefully secured to the inside of the lid is a watercolor painting on handmade paper of a ship at sea, reminiscent of one of Nikolai’s instagram posts. On the back, she’s written ‘Happy Birthday, Nikolai!❤’ across one corner, and her initials and the year in the other.

Nikolai isn't the quickest to the door, having been thoroughly wrapped up in the hell that was studying for his Chemistry quiz tomorrow. Didn't the Prof know it was illegal to have a quiz on the day after a student's birthday? All he wanted to do was drink the bottle of whiskey Jesper (and Harold) had given him.

He looks both ways when he opens the door, at first thinking it was a prankster, but then spies the bag sitting just outside of the door. "What do we have here?" he murmurs, carrying the bag inside while reaching in to pull out Vasily's box and then his own. Nikolai studies the watercolor boat with a grin, which only broadens when he spies multitude of sweets. He bites down on one of the cookies and hums in delight about how much like home it tastes.

[ text: Zina ] Thanks for the gift! I love it! [ text: Zina ] Btw all the candy's gone already? idk what happened.

He abandons his snacking long enough to track down Vasily on the couch in their shared living area, handing him the smaller box. "I promise I didn't eat any," he says softly, reaching over to ruffle his hair. "I have cookies and candies galore to share if you want any."

[pistolslinger]

@olycnkov​  / / sc.

     “ — look, if you can’t fight the feelings, why not just give in? "

[pistolslinger]

/ / / soft angst.  ( not accepting! )

@olycnkov​ said:   i don’t know what to do.

     that was . . .  unusual for nadya, as far as jesper’s aware.  she’d always struck him as someone who always had a plan, or at least an actionable decision made.  chaos aside, there was a determination in her that he always admired, and always assumed trumped anything life could throw at her.  this is both baffling and alarming, and all jesper can offer in the moment is a worried look.  comfort to come, should she need it — or a bottle of booze.

      “  oh . . . kay.  hey — whatever happened, clue me in.  two heads are better than one. ”

[infernil]

❛  don’t  fucking  touch  me .  ❜

deadly nightshade (angst starters) | accepting

marie shrinks back as if she's been burned. sometimes, the other etherealki ask her if it hurts any less to be scorched after so many years. the truth is, it hurts even worse, now. it is not just the searing of flesh, but the breaking of a trust. the thing that has been her constant companion turning on her to inflict pain. she knows she needs to respect nadya's boundaries, but she can't help but feel as though she's being swatted away like an irksome fly. ❛  i'm trying to help!  ❜ she spits, unable to keep away the insecure frustration. ❛  if we don't treat that wound, it's only going to get worse.  ❜

[lunarsummons]

@olycnkov​ liked for a starter !!

“ leave them alone, kid. it’s already hard enough without you poking your nose around. ” when was a grisha’s life ever easy. a vast majority were refugees from either ravka or fjerda and then those most unfortunate amongst those got themselves indentured. clara was able to buy some contracts here and there, though hardly had enough money to help everyone as she too had to survive. “ and watch your back. this is the city where money is god. and grisha fetch a lovely price. ”