#ravkaneclipse

[alabngpusoa]

do you know any darkling blogs

hey anon! i’ve seen a few that come and go and probably there are some more active around this website but i’ve only played with my amazing friend @ravkaneclipse so far and it has been an absolute delight and full of emotions. ;)

[burnedhopes-a-blog]

            she keeps an ice cold gaze on him, as she balances a teething baby on her hip, creating soft beams of sunlight from the palm of her hand, to placate him. she had been disgusted when she’d first heard of what nikolai and zoya had done, when word had reached her, so she’d come back. back to os alta, to see their betrayals first hand. perhaps, they had not betrayed her purposefully, nor willingly, but it had been done all the same, and she was infuriated. he stood there, so calm, watching her with onyx eyes and a smirk, of all things, as if she wouldn’t stab him again, like she had done in the past.             the others had left the room. genya had tried to take the child, but he’d cried so loudly alina had walked away from the others, still holding him. she hasn’t quite figured out what to say to him, how to approach the subject. she supposes it’s fair, that if she were to live, then so should he. “ will i ever be free of you? “ she asks, looking over her shoulder at him, eyes narrowed just slightly. she would love nothing more than to blind him, or set him alight. throttle him with her bare hands, punch him until he turns blue, but she doesn’t. she won’t reduce herself to that. “ will this world ever be free of the plague that is you, aleksander?“          /          @ravkaneclipse

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a l a r k l i n g ~ ~ ~

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Gives nose/forehead kisses

aleksander. you think shortass alina starkov can reach aleksander’s forehead? 

Gets jealous the most

also aleksander. as evidenced by every single time alina breathed in mal’s direction he was like ‘no’. alina is in all honesty, a close second. her tryna get goss on whether aleks ever had any relationships as soon as she stepped foot into the little palace is total gold. 

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

alina is designated driver personified, but i also feel like aleksander probably can hold his liquor and alina’s the one who’s more likely to get drunk and need driving in the first place.

Takes care of on sick days

both of em! they definitely snuggle up together when one of them feels under the weather, they spend time with one another to make whoever’s sick feel better.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

alina!! this gal loves the water, n she would kill for a chance to splash water in aleks’ face, as evidenced from my favourite quote from siege and storm: The Darkling just stared out into the waves. I considered shoving him over the railing. Sure, he was hundreds of years old, but could he swim?

need i say more?

Gives unprompted massages

aleksander “invade everyone else’s space” morozova. most of the time.

Drives/rides shotgun

aleks drives, alina rides shotgun. there was an argument about this. aleks won. alina is still salty.

Brings the other lunch at work

alina starkov cannot cook to save her entire life. aleks better do it or it’s game over tbh.

Has the better parental relationship

this one goes to aleksander “mama’s boy” morozova. alina doesn’t even know who her parents are. in verses where she does, she doesn’t get along with em.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer

alina. she’s an embarrassing dancer anyways. it only intensifies. drunk alina also makes aleks join in.

Still cries watching Titanic

neither of em. i reckon these two watch romantic movies and laugh through them. unrelated, but i also think they love to watch horror movies together.

Firmly believes in couples costumes

alina omg. she thinks they’re cute and fun, which is definitely an idea that she partially got from hanging around genya. she makes aleks play along.

(also ice skating alina making aleks do a themed routine with her? more likely than you think.)

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

aleks. boy has no impulse control, and he’s always trying to impress alina like it’s the first moment they’ve ever met. breaking the expensive gift rule is textbook him.

Makes the other eat breakfast

aleks. alina sleeps in. she won’t wake up early enough to make herself breakfast, so she’ll just skip it. but a hungry alina is a mean alina. no one wants that.

Remembers anniversaries

they both do, but it depends how they’re feeling as to how they express it. i reckon sometimes they’re loud about it, yelling surprise, etc. but sometimes it’s quiet, just a whisper of happy anniversary, nothing more.

Brings up having kids

once again i reckon this could be either or. i think they both love kids, alina more obviously so, but aleksander does too. i think the way their relationship works is they’d both come to the conclusion at the same time. idk who would bring up the topic though. 

[sxl-koroleva]

♥ ~

      HE WAS TALKING, AND SHE DIDN’T CARE. she could not bring    herself to care about war strategy, or morozova’s herd, or whatever   dramatic speech he was giving her at that particular moment. she    could only think about kissing him.

   she could only think about really kissing him. the kind of kiss she’d    never had before: passionate and warm and worth telling genya about   over dinner. and alina knew that if she didn’t do something about it,   she wouldn’t get anything done for the rest of the day.

   so, as soon as they rounded a corner where no one could see them,   alina yanked him towards her. without warning, she pressed her mouth   to his.

[kniiivesdrawn-archived]

@ravkaneclipse liked for pjo things

   Inej had a half-brother. It had been astonishing to be brought to Camp Half-Blood and meet so many others just like her. Until the moment that she had been claimed as a daughter of Hades and the friendly faces turned to looks of disdain. Her things had been moved to her new cabin, a dark and miserable place that could not compare to the Hermes Cabin. And then there was her half-brother that she had never even heard of until she had noticed one of the bunks taken. 

    She had found him by accident while exploring the camp, playing with the shadows as only she could do. His control was amazing and he made it appear so effortless, so easy. “ Can you teach me? “

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⚠ for kaz yes~?

this is a serious blog i swear / @ravkaneclipse & @vvindex because you both sent this~

[sentinaels]

a drabble for @ravkaneclipse, because. reasons. ( under the cut: genya tending to the darkling, right before his funeral. if reading about corpses grosses you out, don’t click. )

understandably, no one wanted to get close to the darkling’s body. she could understand their fear. genya found herself eyeing the corpse all too often, her eye drifting back to it as if drawn by a string, as if she was afraid he would suddenly rise and bring his hand down at her in that too-familiar vertical motion, finishing the nichevo’ya’s work. a fool’s thoughts, but she could not help herself. she’d seen it happen, seen him die. was that not enough. “someone has to clean him up for the funeral,” one of the soldat sol said. the crowd shifted on their feet, but no one stepped forth to volunteer. the silence stretched on, until genya pulled her arm out of david’s grip and said, “i’ll do it.” “are you sure?” he caught her wrist again, his eyes concerned. “they will find someone eventually, it doesn’t have to be you.” “what if i want to? it’s what they say, face your demons. david,” her voice softened a little, “i can manage it. if i can’t, i won’t push myself, i promise.” she could see his thoughts whirring, not unlike the clockwork he loved so much. after a few seconds that felt like forever, he nodded, tight-lipped, and let go of her. she leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cheek, then stepped towards the tent. the soldat sol guarding it shifted to let her pass ; it felt like stepping from daylight into something new, something she wasn’t sure whether she should fear. the darkling lay on a stretcher they had set over a table, ready to be carried to the pyre. he did not look smaller in death, as she’d often been told, simply less intimidating. how much of his power had been small science, and how much the sheer influence of his gaze, his stance, his words? “i always thought you would outlive me,” she told the unmoving body, moving towards his head. what if the guards outside heard her? let them think me crazy. i asked for this for a reason. genya brushed a hand against his eyelids, shutting them for good. then she opened the small bag she carried, and set to work. first his hair, brushed back with a comb of bone. as she arranged the silky strands of it, she found herself thinking back to her childhood, back when she was still fiddling and experimenting with her powers. he’d let her practice on him then, sitting still so she could bleed black antimony into his hair, darkening it beyond any natural color. only minor changes, none of which she needed, but she could see herself in his mindset now. the little tailor taken from her parents, though not without a comfortable sum to go with it. unique, and therefore valuable. an investment he was watching over rather than a little girl he cared about. despite everything, she’d loved him abjectly, the way one would love the only hand that had ever showed them kindness. she patted his hair, making sure it stayed in place. stripping him was not enough to make her blush. she was not unfamiliar with the planes of his body, all smooth surfaces and hard angles. genya had seen him in the banya often enough not to let her gaze linger as she cleaned him up, wiping the dried blood from the dark red wound in his chest left by alina’s knife of grisha steel. she wasted no time binding the wound ; he would not need it, wherever he was headed. genya believed in her saints, in the holy figures wrought in gold.  had prayed to them as a child, begging for protection, begging for a better day. it seemed her wishes had been granted, even after so long. she was not sure there was such mercy for him, though. she folded the bloody robes he’d worn, left them in a corner of the tent. perhaps they would burn, or perhaps they would be washed, sewn back together and put on someone else’s back, though the thought was strange to her. someone had left one of the darkling’s keftas on another table, and she shook it out to see. beautiful fabric, the lines of gold threading to it in a pattern that spoke of power. a beautiful outfit for a funeral. moving his limbs to fit into the underclothes and kefta itself was an awkward thing, but  more awkward still was how part of her could not come to the realization he was truly dead. every once in a while her fingers would flutter to his throat, press two fingers there, like she expected to feel his pulse come to life beneath her hand. but it never did, and by the time she was done the darkling was every bit as unmoving as before, unmoving and still heartbreakingly beautiful. a beauty she’d come to hate, perhaps, but beauty all the same. she folded his hands across his chest, arranging them until it simply looked like he was sleeping. there was a peace to him now she’d never seen before, as if death had given her a glimpse of the man he might have been instead of the man he had become. this might be, genya realized, her last chance at an eulogy. the cremation would be much too public, and the crowd would cry for the girl they believed was alina, an almost-perfect lookalike. she remembered working on ruby, erasing the tattoo and changing her features until it had felt like staring her dead friend in the face, and she’d had to turn away. funny how she’d been the last care for both corpses. what could she possibly say, though? “i hate that i loved you, once. i hate that there was a time i believed every promise you made me, every word out of your mouth. they keep telling me it’s not entirely my fault, that i’m not the only person you fooled into trusting you, yet it still feels personal.” it was oddly satisfying to hear herself talk, to find that there was nothing he could do to stop her words from spilling out. “yet i keep wondering – and maybe that makes me all the more stupid – what if it’d been true? what if you’d truly cared? there will be no one crying for you at the funeral, and even for a monster, i’ve seen brighter things. i won’t be the one to do it, but it seems like a shame to me.” “she’s going to have a good life, alina. i hope she will. she deserves it, as we all do. in time she’ll stop hurting over what you’ve done, even if i don’t think she’ll ever forget you.” what a way to live in someone’s memory, though. be remembered with a shudder of fear, as a bedtime story to tell misbehaving children. or perhaps no one would take that risk ; perhaps they’d all scare themselves into silence, and he would fade from everything but history books. “and we…” genya took a deep breath. “we’re going to rebuild the second army. free the grisha, as you wanted. wonder what you’d say to that. there’s going to be a triumvirate. all three orders, cooperating. mixing with otkasat’sya. maybe they’ll call me moi soverennyi. who am i kidding? no, they won’t, i won’t let them.” she adjusted her shawl on her head, took a shuddering breath. “i hope you come back, someday. some of the shu believe our souls walk in circles, that every one finds their way back here eventually. i hope yours does it, and that you’re born in ravka again as an united country, a strong country. i want you to see what you lost, even if you don’t remember.” genya smoothed out an invisible wrinkle on the sleeve of his kefta. “so this is goodbye,” she finished. “farewell. whatever you call it. i won’t miss you none.” as her hand came to rest on the flap of the tent, she turned back one last time, opened her mouth and, finding nothing else to say, rushed back out towards the sun. towards david waiting for her, towards the life she still had while his had ended. i’ll have a good life, too. won’t that make you mad?

[sxl-koroleva]

@ravkaneclipse

      “UGH.” alina slapped shut a volume of A RAVKAN HISTORY, and flopped    back into her chair with a melodramatic groan. 

   she had brought her books back to her room, hoping that she might have    had an easier time studying there, but of course, it was a fruitless action.    she couldn’t study, she couldn’t even access her abilities, and she was    beginning to doubt she was a grisha at all.

      “saints, when they told me i was the sun summoner, i thought it would       involve a lot more...summoning.” she flexed her fingers. “nobody ever       tells you about the books.”