#ultiionem

[towrcstle]

@ ultiionem.

TELLER, gaby outgoing,  20:16       ⇛       On my way now. 3 minutes                                           I told you not to go alone                                           STAY PUT

VASILISOV,  evie.  

outgoing,  20:17       ⇛   I had no choice                                         It was either you or me so                                         I had to go                                         You understand

[kapuletov]

& ultiionem, oncecursed.

               ❝   I would never believe myself saying this but I truly do miss Russia. It was  cold,  and mostly disappointing but it had its  charm  as well!   ❞

[taiijitu-old]

                               :// ultiionem​ for no particular reason

           ❝  No one ever tell you it’s RUDE to disturb meditation. ( ? )  ❞

[sobachkah]

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

♛ deathless meme | status: ACCEPTING !

                    A PRINCE DOES not fight his own battles–others wage war on his behalf. he is the puppetmaster, the chessmaster, the one stretching strings across the chessboard and moving his pawns. she was something else, his knight or his castle, a sword or a fortress to shelter him as he licked his wounds.

                    princes bleed like any other, mal had said. there was an inkling of truth to the statement, but though he bled he did not bleed like anyone else. when a prince bled, the country bled too, no matter how incompetent.

                    it only conformed to the basic rules: 

                    if the king was captured, the game was over.

                    ( when he slept, he had nightmares. when he was awake, he saw his pawns sprawled across the board, shattered and bloodied, weeping his name. korol rezni, they sobbed, though they could never understand his scars. he had sacrificed, but it was their lives that were forfeit. )

                    the truth of it squeezed his lungs, welled in his hollow places and curled into the cracks. his hand on her shoulder was the barest of brushes, subtle and impersonal, the warmth of flesh separated by the stiff white of his gloves and the blood red of her kefta. it was a pardon, a blessing, a knighting, a silent thanks, a muffled plea. 

                    his hands were those of a healer and a privateer and a king, and now he hid his intentions as he used to hide his face and his name. his whole life had been hiding in direct sunlight. i have fought all your battles for you. was he not a soldier, once? were the callouses and scars of war not set into his palms? did the fire of war not flood his veins? a prince, a pirate, a soldier. what was he? who was he? 

                     what answer was there? what consolation? what solace was there for a soldier who fought for her boy king, who made a fist and turned hearts into ash? there is no magic word, there is no facade that fits the immensity of what he’d asked her to do. she made sacrifices so he did not have to (but when he removed his gloves at night, his hands were bloodstained as surely as they were scarred).

                    ‘ you could have said no. ’

[sobachkah]

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

♛ deathless meme | status: ACCEPTING !

                    ‘ you might not want to let oretsev hear you say that. he’d probably take exception to hearing the truth. ’

[burzxm-a-blog]

ultiionem replied to your post:

do what’s best for you!!! I would follow you to the end, hobbit friend. into the very fires of mordor.

               i made us our very own special icon here u go friend xx

[towrcstle]

@ ultiionem.

       “       wait. they’ve stopped talking. i can’t hear anything. ”