#suncalls

[korolnichevoya]

@suncalls​​

#someday i'll come up with a tag for nikolina smh

“ if your intention had been to wound me, it’s working “

[pistolslinger]

♥ ♠ ♦ ♣ @suncalls​  / / sc.

   “ y’know — i’ve missed a few lectures at university.  do you think they’d accept an absence note from a saint? ”

[dirtycrow]

@suncalls​ asked: “No he isn’t.” That’s Alina’s immediate thought upon hearing the words Kaz Brekker is dead. She doesn’t believe it for a moment and she’ll have to see a body before she does. Even then, some part of her still thinks Kaz too stubborn and wily for death to ever catch him for long. Any day now, she’s sure to hear the familiar sound of his cane on the steps of the Slat. Kaz will return. She’s sure of it. (But less sure every day.)

my muse is dead meme - don’t need to reply just react

kaz from beyond the grave: you’ll never catch mE

[fbiartist]

@suncalls​ liked for a starter. 

“They want me to make a sculpture of you.” What a way to introduce herself. Ziva’s hands shoved into the pockets of her kefta, she does a flappy motion with them for a moment and peers at the other for a moment. “Would you be okay with that? Cause if you’re not, I can always just say the ice isn’t working with me. You’re still getting used to all of...” There’s a gesture to the palace around them and she fixed her stare onto one of Starkov’s eyebrows, “....it’s a lotta. Stuff. I’m Ziva, by the by.” 

[beblade-a]

She doesn’t burn him with the Darkling, and she doesn’t take his bones. The thought of either seems to her a desecration of something pure and sacred, something holy that once made her whole. It turns her stomach to imagine taking any more from Mal than he’s already given—his life for hers, for their entire world. Except now Alina’s world is broken. There’s a hole in her heart only her best friend can fill, and her best friend is gone.

A healer preserves what’s left of him until she can take him home to Keramzin, where she cuts the old tree down to build his pyre. She knows the right place when she finds it: at the heart of their meadow, where they once held hands in hiding from those who would tear them apart. Where she decided never to let anything do so. She wasn’t counting on the one thing that comes for them all in the end. At least, she never thought it would come for him so soon.

Alina almost cannot bear to watch him burn, but she forces her eyes to linger on the flames. She forces herself to stand there through the afternoon and late into the night, until the last embers glitter on the scorched earth and her tears have long since run dry.

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

[mangaien]

                      @suncalls​ liked for a starter

              mal sat hunched on a rock which brought him futher way from the river bend and gave him more chances to grab a hold of the fishes lurking underneath the surface. at this point mal could probably do this with his eyes closed, although he probably always could have done that. suddenly an opportunity appears, hands goes into the water at lighting speed and exists with a squirming fish in his hands. seeing it is to small, he lets it go.  watching it swim away following it for longer than his eyes actually could see it.     “ i remember the first time i realized i could fish like that..... i remember running to you to tell you almost not getting a words out trying to explain it. .  “ a small laugh can’t held back “  - - - oh saints!  i remember trying to show you it and suddenly not a fish in site. “

[korolnichevoya]

PROMPTS FOR FRENEMIES,  ENEMIES TO LOVERS  AND  REFORMED VILLAINS

@suncalls asked: ❝ we do work well together, but i don’t belong here any more than you belong where i do. ❞

IT WAS expected , but it still twinges when she says it . the war is over ( well , this one at least ) , she is no longer grisha . her quiet future with mal awaits , and his future as king is upon him . he takes her hand , the one that holds the LANTSOV EMERALD on her delicate ( as if anything about alina could be described as delicate ) finger . his thumb swipes over her knuckle and he pulls a small smile onto his lips .

❝ are you sure i can't convince you ? i know QUEEN OF RAVKA isn't much of a selling point these days , but it comes with some wonderful perks . the main one being me , of course . ❞ it's in jest , of course . he knows he won't be convincing her of anything . it shows in the soft measure of sadness in his hazel eyes .

[beblade-a]

  @suncalls​     //     𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍. 

“ You know,  things were a lot easier when we were kids. ”     A hand runs through his hair for a moment,  pensive look on his face as he walks easily through the Barrel’s crowded streets with her in tow.   For a moment,  it feels as it did when they were early on in their friendship ——   two kids taking on the world with little regard for loyalties except to each other.   No gangs,  and no annoying Kaz Brekkers with piercing eyes whenever Mal so much as came close to the Crow Club.   He slings an arm over Alina's shoulder,  pulling her close with an easy smile and a wrinkled nose.     “ Before we both made the terrible decision of letting you fall in with the Crows.  Do you think if I stole you away with me that pain in the ass of mine would notice? ”