#ostarichi

[goldrelic]

/ / @ostarichi​ : ‘ what’s going on with you ? and don’t tell me everything is alright because i saw you in there . you were crying like a baby . ’

“Hey now-- that’s a mighty bold claim you got there!!”

A breath of laughter carried the pressure Roderich had spoken upon him out. Studying the other shortly, Antonio carefully pulled his words with care. Perhaps he could pull the attention onto something smaller.

“Ever considered your cold-weather insulted me to the brink of tears? I’m wearing five layers, Roderich. Five. Layers.” he continued with a short string of complaints of the cold through a fixed smile. Hopelessly trying to convince himself in a losing battle of his own. It began to grow irritating and ground down on Antonio; wearing himself out till he had given in with a defeated pat on the others shoulder.  

“I’ll start crying loud enough for all of Europe to hear if you don’t invite me in for coffee. Please?”

[vyrobcepiva]

@ostarichi

“Ahoj, Roderich. I need your help sorting through this music. I wanted to have a little party, like a fancy party, and I thought of you, naturally.” Lenka has a few boxes full of sheet music, sorted by composer but not by Alphabet, just by her favorites in order. 

[vonprasserei]

💜

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

💜 send to have a love/hate relationship with my muse

lmao was there ever any doubt [but make it low-key romantic (ﾉ´ з `)ノ]

[banamaak]

history lesson + medieval (or empire days if no one has asked that yet)

history as told by iman | accepting!

ya’ll have no idea how much i love talking about empire iman so ty for this!! So before Iman became an empire, she didn’t really know who she was. She was basically a nobody, a face without a name. But Cyrus the Great, in a way, gave her an identity. Of course she was the one who made herself who she was, but who knows what sort of path her life might have taken if she didn’t become the Persian Empire? She was unconfident and unskilled, but Cyrus gave her something to live up to and hope to become.  In the very early Achaemenid days, Iman was honestly sort of faking it, believing that her victories so far had just been pure luck. However, experience breeds wisdom. She soon learned the ins and outs, learned how to fight and to predict the enemy’s every possible move and to weigh the gains and the losses. This was all when she was physically a teenager, but she had the strength and knowledge of a full grown leader. She was praised for her intellect and her skills in battle, which only served to inflate her steadily growing ego. Iman went from someone who didn’t believe in herself at all to someone who knew she was amazing, and made sure everyone else knew it too.  During the peak of her empire days, Iman was loud and obnoxious, but she sort of had bragging rights. She started out as an obscurity; someone that could have easily been forgotten and faded into oblivion. But through great tact and skill, she rose to become a super power of the ancient world, someone that people both loved and feared. Unfortunately, she became a little too cocky and tried to invade Greece, which put her in a very compromising spot after she failed to do so. Her pride finally became her undoing when Greece invaded and she was ill-prepared. The fall of the Achaemenid Empire probably was her first ‘death’ that she vividly remembers, even to this day. 

[ezusthiid-a]

her head popped up from the stone wall as she spied the guy walking down his path. she blinked profoundly as she quietly stalked him, following his every move. she wasn’t sure if he was just stupid or genuinely could not figure out that she was following him. young erzsébet reached for her back to pick up an arrow; her fingers tracing along the stem of her weapon and adjusting it on her bow. her fingers let go of her weapon, intentionally missing roderich as a way to grab his attention. 

with green eyes observing his moves, she quickly jumped over the wall; tackling him on the path and rolling him over to the side. laughing along the way as she couldn’t help but enjoy this moment of aggression. once they landed in plain ground, zs continued to laugh as she rubbed the dirt off her body; bending over to give a kiss to the man’s forehead, a dirty and messy one but nonetheless filled with admiration. 

“ you hear ? i’m leaving . . . for very long time. ” she huffed trying to catch her breath and speaking her best in his language as she possibly can. “ i am . . . miss you. do not die when i’m gone,  i want . . . kill you . . . first. ” she teased, before rolling off of him and smiling in his direction. “ good friends always , yes? ” 

* / @ostarichi​ + [ forehead ] kiss 

[vonprasserei]

“ well , you’re extra clingy today . ”

Julia stands slumped forward against Roderich’s back, her cheek resting on his head and her arms hanging loosely on either side of his neck. She’s only half-awake, working her way out of a long nap on a cushioned bench out in the parlor. Under her nose, his hair smells faintly of shampoo mixed with his afternoon tea, both warm and sweet. After a few deep breaths to spare him the bellow of an obnoxious yawn, she moves to settle her chin into his shoulder and links her arms around him. The time is 3:00PM.

“I wouldn’t have to be if you’d just taken a nap with me. I’m always telling you, you need to relax more.” She gives him a squeeze and presses her lips, feather-light, to his temple. He would simply have to deal with the attention.

[paperworkanddogs-moved]

☆ + are you jealous of my superior fashion sense and overall coolness?

No, I think we have the same fashion sense and you’re not that cool

[vonprasserei]

[ REUNION ]

after being separated for a lengthy time, our muses are reunited and share a kiss to mark the occasion.

“Roderich!”

Here comes Julia, barreling down a grassy knoll to meet him instead of simply walking the rest of the path. It hasn’t been so many moons since they’ve seen each other - six months, maybe more - it was always harder to keep track through the slow winter months, even harder still to get him to come outside when there was no green on the ground. Social butterfly that she is, it feels much longer for her to have been without a singular Austrian to bother, or shower in [perhaps unwanted] affection.

She knows Roderich has learnt to expect some of her antics over the years, how to step to the side when he hears her running and to always face her from the front to catch her before she did anything else. Thus why she announces herself this time, so that he can ready himself. Rather giddily, and after just about tripping where new pavement met the grass, she bounds up to him with a toothy grin. If it's not obvious that she is happy to see him, maybe it would become clear in the way she grabs hold of his lapels and pulls him down for a brief, but firm, kiss on the mouth. There is an audible smack that he will surely resent.

“Hello, you.”