#sanktmorozov

[starlsssankt]

@sanktmorozov finds the Darkling in solitary confinement...

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐊𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒. In the grand scheme of his life, months was but a blink of an eye. But sometimes, the solitary of his prison seemed like ages, made it feel as if years passed in the span of a second...

He knew there were guards; he'd seen shadows on the ground, on the walls, in the rare moments he'd been able to focus. But he hadn't seen anyone, not completely. No visitors, no one even to mock or gloat.

Sometimes, he enjoyed the peace. The quiet. Sometimes, it drove him nearly mad, his thoughts tumultuous and never-ending, and Aleksander wondered if maybe he'd have been better off dead--

The sound of a lock opening caught his attention, tearing the Darkling from his thoughts. His gaze focused on the door, almost waiting with baited breath to see if someone was actually about to come inside.

❝ Are you really so afraid of me that you'd rather linger quietly outside the door? ❞

[nosankts]

@sanktmorozov gets a random starter because I can

"I'd say you lost the right to the title of 'father' several centuries ago, wouldn't you? At least as far as I'm concerned. If Katya was still with us, I'm sure she would say otherwise."

[dionadaiiraaa]

" Welcome to the Kelpie, mate, whit would ye like to drink?"

@sanktmorozov

[oakthcrn-aaaa]

❝ Baghra!❞ The small inferi shouted through her hut. She eyed the towering stranger ( @sanktmorozov ) with a suspicious look.

❝ There is a big man here, he's kinda ugly! Do you want me to set him on fire! ❞ The girl couldn't be older than seven. She stood her ground bravely and glared at the man.

@unbeleveable

[sanktavasi]

@sanktmorozov sent : ❛ Does it ever strike you, in a horrible sort of way, how funny this is? ❜ the secret history sentence meme / accepting

" do not change the subject, that does not work on me. " a burden in itself. or perhaps challenge was a better word. and yet never enough so to make her refuse contact. the ways of people like them, perhaps, for one had only so many constants in a life where more often than not everyone died whilst they remained. the look given to him was one of equal parts worry, equal parts sternness with a hint of disapproval whilst knowing there was nothing that could be done. it would not be the first time vasilka tried to talk sense into him, nor was it likely to be the last either. " not even in a horrible way is there anything funny about this. you cannot laugh this away or joke about it, ilya, you could have been seriously hurt. you are walking such fine lines...we already have great powers, why can you not let merzost be? extreme circumstances i can excuse but this ... this is not that. " at times her own powers already terrified her, thus it was impossible for her to understand the pull merzost had on some. on him. " can you not experiment with other things? there's a great deal out there, why must it be merzost with all its terrible, vicious consequences? "