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[rubyfall]

      IN  THE  NORTHERN  REACHES  OF  THE  REALM  THERE  IS  A  FROZEN  DEMESNE  .  where  the  earth  once  shook  and  split  from  its  hold  (  kenst  hjerte  ━  the  broken  heart  )  it  is  out  of  deep  she  emerges  ,  a  black  pearl  ,  a  sodden  echo  of  her  older  brother  .  yet  every  line  of  her  is  just  as  sharp  ;  movements  like  liquid  shadow  . the  sun  eclipsed  still   carries  warmth  with  her  and  this  is  what  the  witch  of  the  deep  responds  to  .  

@svyatoiy​  enters  the  lair  of  the  evening  siren  with  defiance  ❛  i  will  never  give  my  power  away  .  ❜

      a  sodden  strand  of  hair   is  swept  away  from  the  expansive  dusk  of  her  gaze  .  eyes  of  obsidian  on  the  pale  ribbon  of  the  girl's  form  in  the  cave's  gloom  .  ❛   i  can  see  why  he  was  so  fond  of  you  .  ❜  lifting  herself  from  the  fathomless  pool  she  sits  on  the  edge  of  the  ice  ,  her  slick  tale  of  eel  skin  still  submerged  the  the  ocean's  depths  .   though  she  lived  in  exile  in  the  fjerdan  sea  she  knew  of  her  sibling's  demise  but  the  grief  leaves  her  unscathed  .  I  CANNOT  MOURN  THAT  WHICH  I  HAVE  NEVER  KNOWN  (  there  is  a  slight  lingering  melancholy  for  the  bond  that  would  remain  buried  rather  than  realized  )  ❛  but  fear  not  ,  sun  summoner  .  ❜  the  emotion  does  not  show  on  the  sildroher's  face  .

       ❛  your  power  is  not  lost  ━  it  has  only  changed  shape  .  ❜  beside  her  ,  a  palm  is  placed  on  the  frosted  floor  beckoning  the  young  grisha  to  approach  .   ❛  you've  come  here  to  learn  how  to  restore  it  …  you  already  have  all  the  tools  you  need  but  i  suppose  i  can  help  you  focus  them  .  ❜  there  is  luminescence  skating  across  the  water  now  ,  deep  sea  fish  having  come  to  the  surface  at  their  lady's  request  .  ❛  my  mother  taught  you  previously  ,  did  she  not  ?  ❜  a  glimmering  shark  scrapes  by  her  fingertips  then  ,  soothed  by  the  enchantment  in  her  touch  ━  death  arrives  in  her  speech  once  more  and  again  the  daughter  does  not  weep  for  the  dark  mother  .

[rubyfall]

❔

send  ❔  and   i’ll  list   a  couple  muses  that  i’d  like  to  throw  at  yours  !  (  @svyatoiy )

✱  ULLA  &  ALINA

the  chaos  this  has …  the  power  if  you  will  .  ulla  is  legit  like  baghra-lite  and  i  think  that's  beautiful  .  the  reason  these  two  did  not  meet  in  canon  is  because  they  would  flame  aleksander  so  hard  his  ass  would  be  on  fire  and  you  wouldn't  need  3  whole  books  to  take  this  man  down  .  but  for  real  i  like  these  two  witchy  woos  would  be  a  blast   they  have  so  much  to  discuss  <3

✱  NAUSICAÄ  &  ALINA

this  is  very  much  giving  me  two  chosen  girls  walk  into  a  kingdom  vibe  .  i  just  think  that  nausicaa's  intrinsic  understanding  of  animals  and  alina's  close  relationship  with  the  stag  could  be  bridging  a  gap  here  i  am  making  a  connection  i  think  i  am  connecting  some  dots  .

✱  CARDAN  &  ALINA 

i  just  think  they  would  fight  and  it  would  be  fun  to  watch  .  brat  king  and  queen  anyone  ?  i  don't  know  if  you  have  faerie  verse  for  alina  but  if  you  ever  wanted   to  indulge  me  you  know  where  to  find  me  HAHA  i  can't  imagine  a  grish.averse  for  cardan  yet  but  i  would  be  down  to  plot  something  entirely  new  for  them  please .

✱  REINA   &  ALINA

now  reina  would  100%  be  a  disinterested  durast/alkemi  in  a  grishaverse  and  truly  is  only  there  to  use  the  little  palace  library  to  her  advantage  .  she  probably  is  as  talented  as  david  but  not  as  ambitious  alina  might  need  to  kick  her  into  shape  but  on  the  plus  side  she  makes  for  a  good  sparring  partner  and  she  is  well  versed  in  many  languages  she  she  is  a  good  translator  to  have  around  .

[daylighter-gone]

don't worry. i'll keep watch tonight.

his temper with the winter downfall wavers, eyes swinging from the snow to her own shining. in this light he could almost make out the soldier she use to be, olive uniform and hair done up tightly, with fewer scars and blanched skin. in a similar situation, the sun has been vacant for days where they march through the hilltops of avfalle, to the flattened bit of land beyond. it is a journey she did not need to accompany him with, when the warmth of his home and the company of his carnivores would have kept her safe and away from the notice of the village folk. and yet, with a bout of stubbornness and, he suspected, fear of lonesomeness, she had chosen to follow him.

❛❛  you sound more lively than you did yesterday,  ❜❜  he said quietly, though he hadn't refuted her. settling down in curved mouth of a half-slanted cave would prove their refuge for the long night. it was thankfully less windy than the harsher day he spoke of, where it seemed there would be no end to the hail or their trek. ❛❛  do as you will. but,  ❜❜  his hand finds her shoulder, halting her from moving. perhaps the knowledge that they were close to the sky lights had given her strength. ❛❛  eat first.  ❜❜  the fire had not yet been kindled. he steers his gaze from their surroundings to her face, where white-mist clouds their breath. wordlessly, his pale parlour dissolves, warming to a soft glow as his palms come over her cheeks, hot to the touch. ❛❛  we're safe here, alya.  ❜❜

[daylighter-a]

[ brow ] sender kisses the bridge of receiver's eyebrow

a vinyl played sweet misery. outside, snow baked the streets like untouched, lifeless frosting. trapped indoors, and with the sun increasingly absent, the two of them had fallen into a pattern of sullen contempt for the grey skies looming above them. it was not that he detested winter, when there was beauty enough in the serenity of quieter streets and infrequent noise, but it was readily apparent that their threshold for its tolerance had reached its limits. on a friday evening, after their classes had been cancelled, they had attempted to lug their way out into the back yard in a pitiful attempt to enjoy the outdoors rather than remain bogged down inside.

they had made it has far as fifteen minutes before he'd sprung off, alina at his heels, right back into the comfortable warmth of their small little house. with the electric heater on, they had relegated themselves back to where they started: the couch.

❛❛ so, we're never doing that again . . .   ❜❜ head settled above her lap where she was sprawled too, his nose pink from the chill or the suspicious likelihood of a rare cold, he bundled the soft quilt up to his chin. dozing in and out of sleep, he had turned about restlessly, turned his nose to her stomach, and muttered to himself. ❛❛ think i've caught something.   ❜❜ there was a moment of quiet where he imagined the heater had died as well, when its buzzing had disappeared, only to realise a moment later that it was her hair in the way, falling over him — canting low, ‹ @svyatoiy › pressed a kiss between his brows, softening his sullen mood. ❛❛ what was that for?   ❜❜ he looked up, eyes glassy and sleepy and more than trusting, as he searched her kind face without alarm or concern, as if in spite of the bleak midwinter, a strip of sunlight had been found after all. ❛❛ gone soft on me.   ❜❜

[daylighterarchived]

if you were anybody else, i'd tell you to get lost.

A BEGRUDGING SIGH INTERRUPTED THE CHATTER. he watched flecks of snow plop down from the high canopy of the wilderness they wandered through & fall atop her head. or at least, the snow might have touched her had his light not curled invisibly around her instead, thawing it to splendid rivulets that slid down the external outline of her walking form. she spoke stiffly but truthfully at him, a touch of stubborn indignation in her throat despite the fondness. the further they walked, the more distant the grand palace that she had wedded herself to seemed to be. ‘‘  i am deeply unlucky then.   ’’ her hand came out swinging, scuffing his arm in retribution. his unamused frown teetered secretly towards satisfaction, but she would not be rid of him so easily even if a tantrum or a storm was summoned to counter him. ‘‘  come now, alya, haven't you raged enough? you should tell me what has happened.   ’’

she was decorated in her finery, the kind that was still new to him. back when the royalty was far younger, their dresses had not been so elaborate and fanciful. he had told her this much at least, only short of the sort of lectures she never listened to. his own dress consisted of a nameless grey uniform & winter coat, with well made boots designed to chase after her unhurriedly. eventually, with a waft of his hand, he sent a tendril of light forward; it wrapped around her wrist and solidified, lassoing her to a halt. ‘‘  enough,   ’’ he said, half an unamused command, half a uncommitted scolding. ‘‘  i am here. what else do you need?   ’’