#tamsusvilkas

[samtoaa]

@tamsusvilkas said :  stay here with me

Maybe, she was was tired of watching the snow gently kiss the ground; for Nastya felt nothing but ailment as she observes the snowflakes dancing along with the wind. Her head was pressed against the cool window as she huffed, watching her breath stain the glass as her finger tracing an indistinguishable figure upon it. It was one those nights; a sleepless night filled with wonder and thoughts — she wondered if there was ever going to be a chance to stop thinking  — that would be nice. 

As her body felt the discomfort of warmth throughout, she felt her heart race in a state of panic. Despite her, her emotions were unmoved  — a soft frown, eyes pointed towards the ground and a relaxed posture. Even with her frigid manner, she thought that maybe ... she should ask for help, comfort perhaps. She quietly and quickly rose from the windowsill and grabbed for her robe and slippers. It didn’t take long for her to quietly exit her room to walk ten steps towards the door of a familiar face. 

A gentle knock, but an intruding entrance  — it was a force of habit at this point. “ Toris ... it’s me. ” Nastya whispered as she looked around the darkened room, making small footsteps towards his bed. “ I won’t stay long, ” She quietly mentioned as she found his bed, sitting near the edge; fumbling her hand till she found his; as she wanted to interlock her pinky with his. 

This was the only time she felt fragile around Toris, it was oddly comforting enough. Her barriers and her heart warmed in the dark night since it was only them and nobody else. They both existed in silence and it was blissful to simply exist together without words. That was until she heard him say, stay here with me.  Her heart beats faster; feeling that it might escape her chest. He knew that was risky and she knew she was too afraid to, she was sure Toris knew that as well. 

“ You know I can’t. ” She answered. 

[wangyao]

@tamsusvilkas​ started following you

“Ah, Toris! Good timing. I’ve just finished making tea, and you look like you could use a cup. Have a seat anywhere, and I’ll pour you some.”

[oldominicn]

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@tamsusvilkas​  ♡

“ Toris, do you remember going up this path? ” Eliza mentioned as she huffed trying to go up the steep hill. It has been so long since she’s last gone on a decent hiking trip, that it took the wind out of her. Despite it, it was nice to finally rekindle with Toris once more as they both try to recollect the scenery from their adventures again. 

“ It’s been so long since I’ve been here, I completely forgot how difficult this path is! ” She stopped to take a sip of water, before wiping the sweat off her forehead using her arm. “ How did you even let me take you here as our first hike? I was absolutely a sadist and a menace to make you do such a thing. ” She laughs, before scurrying towards him to give him a pat on the back. 

[islenskirdraumar]

@tamsusvilkas

Emil stares blankly up at the various buildings surrounding him. The signs and the people and everything around him is so unfamiliar. The Icelander has just exited Vilnius’s international airport and finds himself at a loss for what to do now that he is in the city’s center.

“This was a stupid idea,” he mutters to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

Sure, he wants to get out and explore more of the world outside of his brothers’ homes and nations. But surely he didn’t think this through very well. He didn’t even tell anyone that he was coming! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

At least it’s only Lithuania and he can easily abscond back to Sweden or Finland if he gets to overwhelmed...

No! No! No! You are not running away Emil Sörensson! He mentally argues with himself. What would people think? Iceland. The nation that can’t even go out by himself without holding his brother’s hand. Hell no! Emil finds himself pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself under his breath. A few passerby eye him wearily and a mother tugs her child along when it stops to gape at him. Emil finally lifts his head and notices the eyes staring at him. Slowly his cheeks redden with shame and embarrassment as he hurriedly turns tail and flees down a side road, his luggage clattering on the worn cobblestones behind him.

[kwiecista-archive]

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@tamsusvilkas​

The Polish girl could never refuse her dearest king a favor.  So, when Jadwiga had realized that she had left a letter from her sister in the meeting room, Czasława eagerly offered to fetch it.  It had seemed like such a simple matter to her:  Run into the room (which would certainly be empty by now), grab the letter, and then return to Jadwiga’s room where the king would hopefully share its contents. 

But when she entered the room, Czasława couldn’t help but roll her eyes.  The room was completely empty...except for the one figure that always seemed to be around for seemingly no reason  -- the Lithuanian boy, Mykolas.  There was plenty reason for his presence in the castle, of course.  After his marriage to Jadwiga, Jagiełło was considered to be king of Poland alongside his wife and the two great states were to henceforth work closely together.  Jadwiga had made that clear to Czasława before, but that did not make the young girl any less suspicious of the other personification.

And that was why when Czasława saw the Lithuanian, she strode straight over to the table, picked up the letter from Mary of Hungary, and spoke without making eye contact.  Although she tried to frame the words as an innocent question, it would be difficult to miss the bite in her tone.

❝ Just out of curiosity, are you ever planning on returning to the east, or are you beginning to consider Kraków your new home? ❞

[ircnkingdom-a]

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➤ LETTER RECEIVED !!   >>> MEME. / NON-ACCEPTING.

@tamsusvilkas

[gebrochener-adler]

@tamsusvilkas For most anyone that knew anything at all of the physical embodiment of what most knew today as the Republic of Austria, to see him outside of his own borders was something to be noted as odd. The man was a notorious homebody. It took large amounts of effort simply to get him to leave for business let alone for anything more casual. For the past week or so however, Roderich had taken to wandering about Europe. This had greatly confused a number of his government officials but they mostly did not questions it. Arguing with a man that had burned down his own home that he did not need some form of break seemed pointless. As it was, he had finally arrived in Vilnius. Lithuania was among one of the last countries he had decided to pause in and look about.  So, he was currently standing by a street lamp staring up both contemplatively and curiously and the church he had just found. He could not recall if he had even seen it before though it certainly was old enough. Perhaps he really did need to get out more. As it was, he probably stood out as he was dressed entirely too formally for what most might have deemed a ‘vacation’. He was more than a little lost in his own thoughts to pay those staring at him much mind however.

[strekkingur]

♦ (if it's not too late)

Monstrous headcanons

♦ - HOARD - something that is precious to them

I’m going to dig out a really, really old hc for this one but. Eiki has this black velvet box hidden somewhere in his personal library, filled with mementoes from human friends he’s known through his extended lifespan (and a few immortals as well - the common nominator here is that they’re all people Eiki considers lost to him in some way - either by death or falling out). There are letters - both received and unsent, old photographs, little keepsakes like jewellery and such. It has a silver lock and the key is hidden in another location in the library room. The black box of mementoes isn’t really something he’ll ever be up to showing anyone (unless you discover it accidentally, I guess, and then he might get mad at you for prying, depending on his mood that day) but it’s there. Sometimes he takes it out to trifle through the items and remember the people he got them from. It can be a bittersweet moment.

He’s actually an awfully sentimental person. It matters little how positive or negative the experience was. If something or someone was meaningful and important to him, he has trouble letting go of his feelings.