#pevunyol

[svyatoiy-arch]

THE LITTLE PALACE FELT BIGGER IN THE ABSENCE OF THE DARKLING AND HIS GRISHA.      an air of  unfamiliar silence  floated through the halls,   a ghost of the vibrant sounds that once echoed off the walls.      exhaustion sat on her shoulder  &  whispered  sweet nothings  in her ear,   tempting her back to her room for the night,   but  the sun saint  was a stubborn creature.      mindless wandering carried her directly to the one person she knew would be able to lighten her spirits   ;    nikolai,   who despite her initial reservations,   had become a friend.      she wouldn’t have thought so when they first met    –   he was all ocean spray and sea foam,   his mouth coating each word in sarcasm,   teetering between sturmhond and the king’s youngest son.      but under the grand roof of the little palace,   dressed in a prince’s clothing  &  with war plans mapped out in front of him,   alina sees it clear as day.         ❛     i have to say,   THE PALACE SUITS YOU.     ❜

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻:   𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯.           [  @pevunyol​  ]

[dawncomes]

@pevunyol sent:  ❝ i don’t have to answer that. ❞ ( for mal ! )

“yeah, i’m betting you don’t have a lot of questions you have to answer when you don’t want to.” 

mal cannot help the bitterness in his voice, what would it be like to simply tell people no when you didn’t want to answer them? malyen was never given that same chance. as a boy in the duke’s house anything he did or said was considered public, the teachers could do what they wanted to make sure that he was not breaking rules. in the army? well, the army didn’t believe in disobedience no matter how much mal chafed under their rules at times. “you can keep your secrets, but don’t try pressing me for mine or anyone elses. i’m not some noble that just wants your favor.”

that’s the truth, mostly, but mal cannot deny the way that he is, in fact, desperate for nikolai’s approval. a mark that’s allowed, that’s he’s found a place to stay where he won’t be tossed the moment he is no longer useful.

[resistanceheirarc]

@pevunyol​ liked for a lyric starter

“these things take time to travel, it would seem.” he stands casually, his shoulder against the hard wood of the dock. the water is calm for the moment, though if the way his hair stands up is any indication, it won’t be for long. he feels better out here, under the sky, near the water, than he ever does when he’s inside. “it took me a while to get out here, it’s getting harder for me to move around freely.” a shrug, like that isn’t the most stifling thing in the world to him. 

“haven’t managed to find a good disguise yet.” 

[molnitsa-a]

          ❛  you  have  two  faces  .  one  you  wear  for  the  world  at  large  ,  and  the  one  you  wear  for  those  you  love  .  ❜

@pevunyol​​ ...  𝒊 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒖𝒏  /  (  sc  )

[folklohre-a]

               ❛   i’m sure there are police departments where you’re from.  cases to solve ,  criminals to arrest ,  murderers to catch.  perhaps i’d like it there ...   ❜

*  @pevunyol​​

[mannsachdd]

she had accepted time travel without knowing the logistics of it,  without understanding it,  so she could accept this too.   that didn't stop her curiosity though,  and neither did it stop the flow of questions that arose in her head,  desperately banging against her teeth,  willing her lips to part so they could sneak out.   but this was a  sensitive  subject,  wasn't it?   it looked like it,  from the look on nikolai's face and the somber tone to his voice.   perhaps questions wasn't what he needed,  only a friendly face.

bree shook her head in response,  the ghost of a smile lingering in the corner of her mouth as she spoke.       ❝   no,  what you’re sensing is just confusion  &  curiosity.   –––––––––   and maybe a  sliver  of sympathy.   ❞

↪   @pevunyol​  sent:      ❛  a little sympathy, do i sense from your silence?  ❜

[dawncomes]

@pevunyol sent:  it terrifies you, but it’s real. ( for mal ! )

“don’t speak for me, your highness.” there’s the edge of something real in his voice, a knife that he’s still not quite used to having inside him but even that is still covered by the smile that pops up on his face. maybe this would all be easier if he just let himself fall into the anger he feels at his core, the one that’s been gnawing away at him for months now. but he doesn’t want to, that feels like letting the bad guy win. he might be alive, but a part of him would be dead. and that would be losing too much for him. “i know it’s real, i can see it.” the way the light grows, shines, and cuts when it has to would be impossible to miss, but he still flinches back at the sight of it.

but not out of fear, like nikolai seems to think. at least, not only fear.

fiddling with the edge of his coat, still peasant rough spun, and looks away from the other man because if he’s meeting those intelligent eyes he won’t be able to reply again. “i don’t want to be useless.” 

[resistanceheirarc]

@pevunyol sent:  there are lessons in life no one should have to learn.

“that innocence, that deserving, doesn’t seem to do much good to anyone though.” it sounds pessimistic, it sounds like he’s saying there’s no hope for other people but that could not be further from the truth. it’s a statement of fact, a proclamation. “it’s up to people to do that work, the protecting, you can’t expect anyone else to do it for you.” and that’s it, that’s what he stands for. not believing that the world is just, but fighting to make it so. 

“and those of us that learned those lessons,” his voice trails off, lost in his head for a second as the words force up memories he would rather no one even knew existed, before he shakes himself and manages to look back at the other man. “i think it’s our job to do that work. because we know the horrors of it.”