#vjeran

[kingcailin]

vjeran coercing carver into helping him forage for disgusting alchemist ingredients >:)

[tianalavica]

"Biti veran, ne znači samo držati zakopčan šlic i ruke u džepovima, ljubiti, grliti i spavati samo sa jednom osobom. Vernost je mnogo više od fizičkog kontakta, odnosno održavanje fizičkog kontakta samo sa onom sa kojom si u vezi.

Biti veran, znači odabrati biti posvećen svom izboru na svaki način. To znači da više nisi dostupan drugim ženama, jer više ne tražiš. To znači da si našao onu sa kojom želiš da budeš, koja te ispunjava i usrećuje. Ne samo da ne želiš da je povrediš, nego uopšte ne želiš druge. To znači nemati nikakvu rezervu, ne održavati nikakav flert, prekinuti svaki drugi odnos u kome flert postaje intenzivan, zatvoriti vrata "opcijama" i ne tražiti pomoćni izlaz, jer više od svega voliš da budeš tu gde jesi.

To znači jasno pokazivanje svima da nisi zainteresovan. Biti javno u vezi, tako da svi vide da si zauzet i posvećen. To znači da se tako ponašaš i kad nisi u društvu voljene osobe, da si deo para i kad si sam. Biti veran znači ne odavati utisak da si dostupan kad komuniciraš sa drugim ženama, znači postaviti granice o ne žaliti zbog toga. Deluje kao da biti veran znači biti svetac, ali to je više mešavina svesti, odluke i rešenosti. Ne naći se u situaciju da doživiš iskušenje, vrednije je nego odoleti iskušenju. Jer to znači da zaista čuvaš svoj odnos kao nešto dragoceno i vredno, i da si spreman da učiniš sve da ga ne izložiš riziku i iskušenju.

Mnogi muškarci doživljavaju vernost kao uskraćivanje slobode, ali to je sasvim pogrešan koncept ljubavi. Slobodan si da biraš u svakom trenutku, ali ne smeš da zaboraviš da si već izabrao, samo zato što je neka privlačna i dostupna u pogodnom trenutku. Ako makar na trenutak izabereš neku drugu, uništio si vrednost svog prvog izbora - varati svoju ljubljenu znači varati sebe, popuštati svojim slabostima, biti sebičan i verovati da je to bezazleno i da neće naškoditi tvojoj vezi. Ali hoće. Ako si neveran i to kriješ, uništavaš osnovnu vrednost stabilne veze - iskrenost i poverenje. Nećeš dugo izdržati, osećaćeš krivicu, nesvesno ćeš doprineti tome da budeš otkriven i da više ne moraš da lažeš, a onda ćeš tražiti oproštaj, kajačeš se i osećaćeš se grozno što povređuješ onu koju voliš. To je slabost! Da li bi ti sebi oprostio? Da li bi njoj oprostio da te tako izda? Da li veza može da se nastavi kad se javi potreba za oproštajem? Ako želiš da budeš sa nekom drugom i smatraš da te poštenje i iskrenost obavezuju da o tome razgovaraš sa svojom partnerkom, nisi u mnogo boljoj situaciji. Onda ona mora da odluči da ti veruje da je nećeš prevariti iako želiš, da ćeš odoleti iskušennjima, iako ne činiš ništa da ne dolaziš u situacije u kojima dolazi do iskušenja. Još je gore ako tražiš njenu dozvolu i blagoslov, u ime iskrenosti i poverenja - to je surovo. Ona može pristati, jer ne želi da te sputava, jer shvata da ti je to važno i da će te izgubiti ako ti onemogući, da zadovoljiš svoju glad, nagon, hir. I to može da joj uništi sreću, a ti ne želiš da tvoja voljena bude nerećna. Sve je to mnogo teže, rizičnije, tužnije i besmislenije nego biti odlučno veran, iz dana u dan birati onu koju si već izabrao i činiti da joj sve to pokažeš, da ostaneš na visini standarda koji ste postavili u vezi, da sačuvaš poberenje, razumevanje i posvećenost. Teško je biti veran ali je viteški, mnogo više nego svetački. Jer zahteva hrabrost, plemenitost, rešenost, istrajnost, nežnost i borbu. Samo pravi muškarac može da bude veran na tom nivou i na taj način. Srcem, dušom, umom i telom."

[kirkwallgremlin]

@kingcailin’s Vjeran because I just think he’s neat ♥️

[sheabutterskyes]

Your Antagonist’s Backstory | Becoming

Week 2

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Content Warning: Violence, blood,

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Vjeran stood in the corridor with his arms crossed tightly across his chest. He’d walked out of the meeting when he realized it wasn’t so much of a meeting as it was a designated time to give audience to Jeren’s latest bad decisions.

Bad was an understatement, really. With every passing year things seemed to be falling apart faster, Arishore’s actions becoming riskier, the war becoming deadlier. He knew it wouldn’t be long before it was too late to fix things. And it was all thanks to his brother and his selfish, anger-driven decisions. 

Mathias walked into sight, Phael not far behind him, likely silently protesting whatever it was he had decided to hate today.

“Are you waiting for winter?” Asked the doctor as they passed, a twinkle in his eye.

“Waiting for my brother to stop being an idiot,” Vjeran spat out.

“Me too,” Phael replied.

Vjeran chuckled, watching them walk off and go about the rest of their day. Together, no doubt, and he was glad of it. Mathias was a good influence and seemed to be the only one capable of controlling the fiery rage that Phael had surely inherited from his parents.

When the doors opened slowly, Vjeran stepped back out of the way, not wanting to look open to conversation with the others. Watching the Council members walk out, Alek and Cyran were the first to appear side by side, both looking irritated. Behind them Elaria grinned at him, muttering something about how he should have let his brother have it instead of walking out. She was probably right.

Meira and Gabriele walked out next, and behind them Adrian, who slowed down to say something.

“You’re right, you know. Everything you said in there.”

Vjeran scoffed, “My words fall on deaf ears. Besides, I didn’t hear you say anything.”

He looked him in the eye, “I say things in my own way.”

And with that said, he too walked away. Vjeran stared after him, his head beginning to ache.

“We’re celebrating Moonsayde tonight, Vjeran, the least you can do is stop glowering.”

He snapped his head the other direction, ready to stop glowering and ready to begin a fight. His body was instantly hot with anger. 

“I’m sorry, celebrating what, exactly?” Vjeran let his voice rise to just below a shout. “The utter chaos you’re about to bring to our region? Or the hundreds of people that are going to be killed because of you?”

Jeren adjusted his vest, the glittering crescent shaped buttons were loose, hanging dangerously by thin threads, just like his temper these days. And just like Vjeran’s patience these days.

He began to walk away, his expression utterly unbothered. “That too, it’s all the same.”

Vjeran lunged forward, grabbing him by the arm, his nails digging in, “Don’t walk away from me!”

Turning slowly, Jeren glanced at the hand that had gripped him and raised a brow. They stood there a long moment, both of them unsure of how to proceed – this was the first time Vjeran had allowed himself to be this aggressive with Jeren. He was tired of being reasonable, of being the calm and friendly brother.

In the corner of his vision he could see Adrian hesitating after noticing the conflict. He was a ways down the corridor, but had clearly been paying attention. Jeren either took no notice or didn’t care. He ripped Vjeran’s hand off of him and smoothed out his sleeve.

“I’ll do what I want.”

Vjeran opened his mouth, only to be slammed backwards by a rush of magic, his head slamming against the window with enough force to cause his vision to flicker. He willed his anger to flow through magic of his own, but his brother had already seized him by the neck, his skin burning like fire.

He yelped, attempting to surround his attacker with threads of magic to at least get him away. But the pain was already taking its toll on his ability to do anything but cry out and grab at the hands nearly strangling him. Jeren’s magic was too strong – and this was only the start of what he was capable of.

“If you’d like to continue to be able to run around Blackwater pretending that you have a place here, then you need to keep your mouth in check.” Jeren dropped him, “I know you fancy thinking that leading the Council is a collaborative effort, but it’s not. I’m the oldest, you are not. I have the crystal, you do not. I am the head of the Council, and you are not.”

Vjeran held his shaking hands to his neck, hot blood sticking to his skin and dripping down, soaking into his shirt.

He coughed, gasping for air when he attempted to speak, quickly giving up and allowing himself to slump into the floor, his forehead pressed against the cold stone. He couldn’t do anything more as Jeren turned and began walking away. A heavy feeling of dread began to grow within him as he realized, perhaps the first time, just how far his brother was willing to go to stay in total control.

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Written for Your Antagonist’s Backstory ( @yourocsbackstory​ )

Week 1 can be found here! (The introduction scene takes place years after what we have happening in this post)

[kingcailin]

guys

[kingcailin]

🦊 🐶

[kingcailin]

idk what theyre talking about

[kingcailin]

u guys want some carver/oc sketches 🤭