#thesrpent

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ft. @thesrpent​

hannes wasn’t one to drink. he never understood why people drank, even as a child, when he used to participate in more festive occasions. his father, unlike the other villagers, drank only the necessary --- and hannes, always trying to look like him, followed his example. it wasn’t like he didn’t like the taste or anything, but as a spy, being drunk was something dangerous. even without the toxins in his head he spiled things he wasn’t supposed to, and hannes was afraid of what he could do or say if he got too happy. however, he never tried kvas, the ravkan alcoholic drink. almost everyone had a glass of it on their hands, and hannes even more as an outcast. he approached the drinks table carefully, narrowing his eyes to see if he was actually seeing jedda. he didn’t want to talk to her --- he was in a good mood, something he wasn’t since a long time, and was sure that she was the only person who could annoy him that night. but she was a ravkan, and knew if that things was the famous drink. “ is that kvas ? i’ve been looking for it everywhere. ”

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little palace’s corridors, ft. @thesrpent​

hannes thought he was getting better at being around grishas. there was some of them at he could stand and could consider them as some kind of friends, but he still hated the ones wearing blue keftas. just a sight of that colour being worm by someone triggered images of that fateful day, and he could smell blood in the air. he tried to stay away from them, but hannes was almost a magnet for etherealkis. he felt like if they could sense his hatred --- and it wasn’t like he could and tried to hide it. most of the time he could pass his scowls and rude words just as jealousy, but it was something way more than just envy. he rolled his eyes when he saw a blue kefta with a familiar face wearing it. “ what are you doing ? ”

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the infirmary, ft. @thesrpent​

the times when yuliya stayed at the infirmary to fully act as a healer had always been cherished by her, especially now. she was growing tired of staying at the same room every day, doing the same thing and never be able to get a reason why that volcra was different from the others. to be at its presence nauseated her most of the time --- yuliya hated crossing the fold, as it brought many memories of her parents. when her kaptain said it was time for her to take a break, yuliya embraced it with open arms, though the job in the infirmary wasn’t as easy as she thought. the place was filled with etherealkis, and if yuliya could hate the darkling even more, she would. it wasn’t fair with them --- most of them were children, still training their powers. she sighed, but her face bright up at the sight of a friend. “ jedda, please, don’t tell me you’re another etherealki that needs healing. ”

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@thesrpent​

the first thing dmitri had done when he’d entered the ballroom was head straight for the drinks without bothering to admire the decorations as the group of people he’d had to walk around had been doing to reach his destination, grabbing a glass of kvas. glass in hand, he moved along, finding a spot in the back from where he could see everything. about to take a sip, a new group of people entering the ballroom had him look away for a moment, lowering the glass.

noticing movement in the corner of his eye, dmitri grabs hold of a woman’s wrist mid-reach, attempting to steal the glass of kvas he’d just gotten for himself, catching her in the act. ‘‘nice try.’’ only now turning his head to find the drink poacher to be a drunk jedda. drunk or not, the thought alone that she’d think she could actually get away with stealing something he was holding laughable to him, as an amused smile creeped onto his face. ‘’I can get you one if you’d like, but this. this is mine.’‘ drinking some kvas from the glass to make a point. there was no way the student was ever going to beat the master.