#warblissed

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warblissed

york vc this is so sad how else are we gonna get into the holiday spirit now huh [ york honey no ]

zarina vc:  ... dress up ourselves? drink a ton of cheap wine? both at the same time? give me ideas, york. 

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@warblissed​ & @invino  I had to do this after seeing Meechi’s post.  ( only paris & meechi can reblog; )

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" you really should hear some of the rumors about you. comedic gold. " | RvB :3c

@lockedlogic

The way she sat atop of the wall, not in her armor but actually looking around in the buzzing city was quite a view. With her gun still at her side, Sokolova could hear people inside the bar eating and drinking, singing their melodies. It was not surprising that York joined her for this evening, giving her a reason to chuckle at the words he said, sitting down at the table with a drink of his own. Everything was on her tab today, the Russian looked down at the other with a bright smile on her face from her high place. One of the legs was hanging down, she was moving it back and forth to keep the blood flow and also while thinking about her own future plans. 

“For real? Whatcha talkin’ about? I wanna hear the comedy on today’s fine night,” Zarina’s eyes gleamed in the light that radiated from the lights around the city they were residing in at this very moment. It wasn’t needed for them to be in armor at this very moment. This place was filled with humans who were getting a moment to themselves to ease their fear of death during the war. It was all coming to its closure, Sokolova thought to herself as she remembered the Chairman’s orders to communicate with aliens and to learn their language - they were coming to call the end of the war, both sides. Sangheili wanted to end this conflict, it was only for humans now to take this chance to end the war. She was sure it will end in less than two weeks. “Let me guess. Some call the Modern Whore of Babylon, some call me the Clown of Military, some probably call me the danger noodle, and some speak about my fantastic beauty. Something along those lines? Man, love to hear new things people create about me because they dislike me or find me undeniably hot.” 

The cheekiness in her tone is undeniable as she gets up while holding her guns to herself and jumps down. She wanted to know how true the Freelancer rumors were since she rejected the invitation. The schemer in her wanted to know how far the humanity went into to win this damned war. How much did they traumatize these soldiers that were probably wanting to protect humanity but were forced to act like lab rats. But when were humans ever doing anything less? Even in this city there were too many people who were used and abused. She wanted to see Agent New York’s eyes once more when she asked those questions, but finding a Freelancer and actually working with one was a rarity, so she decided to let it off. The way he was sitting here, not exactly avoiding her was already a good sign for her. And so, she put the gun away and sat on the chair, the opposite side of him where her half-empty cup stood. 

“Enjoying yourself, York?” Zarina rustled through her pockets, taking out the pack of cigarettes. The breeze was hitting them nicely, she won’t breathe the cigarette smoke on the other. It wasn’t something she enjoyed, so she didn’t do it to those people she found important for her missions to keep herself on their better side. But all these rumors? Perfection. No one knew the extent of her plans, no one understood just how far she’ll go in using all these masses to take control and protect those who were important to her. All that belonged to her and with her must not be touched, after all. “But for real, give me some of these rumors that made ya laugh. You probably did your own research before coming to this party, right? You’re a cautious type, I’ve seen men and women like you. One of my teammates - Derek - is like that. So what comedy gold rumor let you to take my invitation?” From another pocket, she took out a lighter with a drop and a snowflake drawn on it, her first name written on the logo itself. She lighted up her cigarette, breathing in the smoke and then breathing it out to the side so nothing will get into York’s face. “Care to share with me? I’d love to hear. Who knows? Might give ya some tidbits since I don’t want to have you go against me or hate me.”

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" 💗 "

@lockedlogic 

💗 for a good morning or goodnight kiss. 

It was a rarity for to expect anyone to stay with her. If anything, Zarina truly dislikes sleeping alone but being a person who couldn’t trust many and who had to always be seen in a specific way, it was almost impossible. Today was different. It hit different when she understood that she’ll be able to actually sleep next to someone without any underlying motifs like sex. The quietness of the night and the warmth radiating from York made her think of those younger days when she and her brothers were all cuddled in one big bed because it was too cold in the room and they were all alone with no one to help them but themselves. His presence suddenly set her at ease, resulting in the Snezhnayan to get under the covers in a strange blank state, only her eyes met with York’s did she breathed out. With her shoulders relaxed and her giving him a soft smile, Sokolova noticed his cheeky smile as if asking if she was enjoying the view:

“Make sure to not keep me up in the morning, Matt,” she chuckled as she tapped his nose with her index finger, then moving just a bit closer to him to huddle for more warmth. It was nostalgic, she hadn’t felt like this in a while. The usual bedmates she had before his appearance were usually one night stands. After the rebellion. Before the rebellion, she used to sleep huddled with her teammates or her family, but those days were all too far away. For now? Matteo’s presence was enough to make her feel nostalgic, remember days when she didn’t have to make sure she could wake up at any point and at any tiniest sound made in the room as her weapons were right where she could immediately access them. 

Zarina thought for a second as she moved close enough to go straight for cuddles from the get go. It didn’t seem like he wanted space and mayhaps her cooler temperature would be nice to him just like his warmth was to her. As she held him closer, feeling York’s hands wrap around her back, Zarina pressed her lips to his forehead. A simple, tender, and warm gesture that she wanted to show him before they both would fall asleep. Her eyelids were already getting heavy, fatigue was taking over.

“Goodnight, Matteo. Don’t disappear on me in the morning if you get up earlier, please.” If he would be able to get out of her hug in the morning without waking her up, which was close to impossible. Yet the way Zarina said was a mere whisper, as if too intimate and too important to say only to Matt, so not stars nor moon will be able to hear her quiet plea and tender wishes. 

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York vc listen it ain't a bad poem. i appreciate it, babe, really, but . . . i've seen a lotta bad things happen to soldiers when they're in their drinks. kinda worries me when you get that way, alright?

“ ‘m fine, did that with team... before. Celebration, good job. poem good? good. happy. ”  she mumbles while staring blankly at him, hugging the pillow close to her chest and falling to the right on the couch.  “ nuthin’ bad’ll happen.. ‘m fine. no more drinkies. finished. you... home. can sleep now. ”  sadly, she couldn’t recognize the worry in his voice and respond to him appropriately. 

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when York doesn’t acknowledge your amazingly cute drunk poem after [UNKNOWN] amount of drinks: 

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@warblissed​  /  sc.

            the halls of the castle seem just a bit brighter . . . or perhaps  ,  a bit busier now that there’s been a new addition to the minimal group that calls  zapolyarny palace their home  .  a child is now amongst their midst  ,  what an odd sight . . . it was an odder sight to see the royal walk through the gates  ,  holding the hands of this tiny being  .  it’s not hard to see that the tsaritsa is absolutely taken by this bright and innocent child  .             she had learned of his name after their small conversation  ,  learning that the boy did not have a home nor family  .  something compelled the old archon to extend a hand and offer shelter to the boy  .  only he  ,  alone  ,  is allowed to refer to her by any means he wished . . . for she believes the name she bears  ,  TSARITSA  ,  to be too long and intimidating  .  only matteo has gotten the tsaritsa to kneel  .  this child is not just a guest of honor  ;  he is someone special  ,  and that was the rumor spread amongst many  .             the archon had just finished a meeting with her agents  ,  standing from her throne when she hears the familiar toddling steps of her newfound friend  ,  “  ah . . . sir matteo  ,  ”  she greets  ,  stepping down from the throne to meet the boy  ,  “  you grace us with your majestic presence  ,  are you a dragon today or a knight  ??  ”  the royal asks softly  ,  shifting to kneel so she could meet the boy’s eyes  .