to rise again

❝ I see a skinny little nobody with no past and no future ❞ anya || 18 || unfated private au anastasia romanov from Don Bluth's 'Anastasia' affiliated with redthread-rp ps. click the flowers for links!

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Magpyre

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Kouen blinks, taken aback by the young woman’s rather petulant reply. Any other person would have gladly taken the offered treat, no further questions asked but this stranger… It would seem her fiery mane wasn’t just for show.

“Young lady, I’m not exactly one for random acts of kindness so I would highly recommend you accept this offer now before I change my mind.”

His words might sound severe but his expression betrayed his amusement as a smirk finds its way to his lips, his stance relaxing ever so slightly. Kouen disliked being challenged in any way but he will not deny the thrill of meeting someone who wouldn’t back down. The most interesting people, he reasoned, were those who could meet his gaze and not cower in fear. This young lady was already halfway there.

“… You remind me of my youngest sister. She’s not as outspoken or dressed as shabbily but the resemblance is there.”

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          Anya couldn’t help like feel that despite the open gesture, the stranger had ordered her to accept his gift. Her first thought was that he was used to being in a position of power at least but even so, she was hesitant as she raised her hand to take the pastry from his outstretched one. All sorts of consequence ran through her mind; being poisoned or roofied and the like, until he mentioned his sister.

           “You’re home-sick.” The Russian observed out loud, her face contorting into a cringe for a brief second before she forced a smile and took the pastry from his hand, all the while attempting to bite back her retort - he had just bought her a nice treat and she couldn’t deny that her clothing was a bit...worse for wear.          “Name’s Anya by the way.”

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// Sorry for the late replies! I have loads in my drafts and I’ll be posting them up in the next few days - I’ve recently lost a family member so it was a pretty hectic Christmas ^^; Anyway I’ll be more active soon I promise! If I haven’t got to your reply by the end of this week then message me!! 

[mudawryx]

He took the book back and placed it on his lap.

❝That’s quite alright.. Though that makes me wonder..❞ The corner of his lips curled up slightly ❝What exactly is your type?❞

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      Anya immediately stiffened, fingers clutching her necklace as a rosey hue gently rose from her neck to her cheeks. Suddenly nervous, she glanced over him and weakly smiled, “My type? As in book genre, right?” 

[chacscontrcl]

“…And why are you asking me to do that with you?”

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        “Look, I know it sounds strange but this guy is really creeping me out! Please?” Anya whispered frantically, “I’ll buy you a drink if you do!”  

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Magpyre

@voskresnxt

It was a silly impulse.

To harbor any sort of inclination, any bit of affection towards anyone with a similar shade of red hair as his family was downright absurd. But it has been far too long since he’d been in contact with their youngest sister. Even his brothers have been rather scarce. Kouen won’t be surprised if they’ve all returned to whatever random corner of this godforsaken city, lost in their own worlds and preoccupations.

Kouen Ren was not lonely. If anything he had Sphintus but… being with family was different.

“…Here,” the red-haired man pushes forward a freshly-made donut he bought on impulse from a nearby deli. It won’t be suspicious to give baked goods to random strangers who reminded you of family, right? 

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          The voice had shaken the girl from her daydream - about Christmas decorations and cats, if you must know - so she turned only to be greeted by a rather delicious looking pastry. Despite how she’d have liked to accept the gift, she was wary of a strange man offering her food out of nowhere. Then it struck her....          “Look, I appreciate it but you can save your good deeds. I know I’m not exactly dressed like royalty but I’m not homeless and can afford my own food, y’know?” Anya sighed, rubbing her temple before dragging a hand down her face, muttering something about him being the second person that week. 

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It’s cold outside...{anya& lavi}

[bunnybookman]

  The nights work drug on the longest were the most frustrating. While Lavi never got too upset over anything, he was still human. And humans got tired. And after a twelve hour shift, this redheaded human was exhausted. Luckily, tomorrow, he was free. That’s what gave him the energy to start walking home.

  It was always strange, that when you were so tired that you reach a state of hyperactivity. That’s what this boy was feeling at the moment. And when he heard someone singing in the park, the urge to sing along came with this little bit of delirium.

“…so very nice…”

  Ah, it was that time of year again. It had been so cold recently that the thought had escaped the young adult. Hearing the perfect duet song, though, Lavi couldn’t resit. It was too beautiful to pass up.

  “Put some records on while I pour~” She’d continued singing by the time the redhead had arrived. And wow, she was pretty. Not “strike” worthy(because he had no idea of her assets under that coat–), but still, pretty. Perhaps chiming in to a stranger’s song wasn’t the greatest idea, especially when it was almost midnight, but Lavi was too tired to care. Even after the possible awkward silence, the boy continued singing.

  “Baby, it’s bad out there~”

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         Over the few minutes she had been singing, Anya had fully immersed herself in the song, longer locks of hair slowly slipped from her cap while the Russian danced playfully as if entertaining her imaginary partner, her voice and the music from her memories being the only things she could hear.          “So really I’d better scurry~” She cooed, smirking delightfully as she spun on her leg, swinging the other forward.

Beautiful, please don’t hurry....

         “Well maybe just a...” Anya swung her leg back, landing upon it and arching her spine as she dipped her head back, arms smoothly raising skyward, “...half a drink more!”

“Put some records on while I pour~” 

         So caught up in the moment, that as she lowered her raised leg, she almost continued without realising that her duet had been completed, “The neighbours might thi---!!!”           The girl stumbled and took a few steadying steps before hesitantly turning to look at the mystery singer yet as soon as she met his eye, he just smiled and continued. 

“Baby, it’s bad out there~” 

         Anya was startled and rather curious about the boy - sure. But he could sing quite nicely and she felt rather inclined to at least finish the song. So, she slowly approached the stranger and attempted to ease the tension she felt out of her voice by allowing her smirk to return as she sang, “Say...what’s in this drink?”          She took that moment to inspect him, her gaze falling from his mop of delightfully bright hair to the brilliant green eye that held hers before she could glance over the rest of him other than his dark clothes and lean build. It’d be rather exaggerated to say she was entranced but Anya had never seen quite a peculiar and handsome fellow in all her remembered years and before she knew it, she was singing her next line. Quickly she darted her eyes upwards and dramatically pressed the back of her hand to her forehead.

         “I wish I knew how...” Her hands flew to her heart as she swayed, “...to break this spell~!”

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// yet another christmas edit of anya, all though i didn’t try anything fancy this time and just changed the colour of her clothes (pls don’t use without asking)

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// here have a bad christmas edit of anya because there’s a first time for everything and i was bored (please don’t use without asking - not that i'd know why you'd want to =v=; ) 

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What's wrong?

(13) My muse is struggling to untangle the Christmas lights

         “Oh, I don’t know…” Came the sarcastic remark followed by a frustrated grunt from the slouched woman on the floor, “It could be the fact that this ball of wire and bulbs should in fact be hanging up outside by now….or the fact that you’re here.” At this Anya glanced up to throw an aggravated pout at Lavi before throwing her eyes back down to the tangled lights and then back at him. She did this a few times before sighing loudly and throwing the lights at his feet.           “Would you please help me before I lose my will to live? I just…I feel like each knot is a piece of my sanity that I’m undoing!” She groaned into her knees as she curled up in despair. 

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WHAT'S WRONG, MY QUEEN--

(3) My muse burnt their Christmas cookies

            Anya almost flinched at the sound of Sophie’s voice, turning to glance at the woman only to smile sheepishly, using her free hand - not currently holding a baking tray of “coal” - to rub the back of her neck.            “Oh..nothing major….I just wasted at least two hours of my life making cookies, Sophie…..only to forget about them.” She sighed, slumping her shoulders. “And I don’t even have enough ingredients to make another batch, let alone the money to spend on buying more ingredients.” At this point she’d drawn her sunken gaze back to the burnt cookies on the tray, smiling sadly down at them, before she tipped the baking tray into the compost bin, the biscuits sliding into the dark abyss of broken dreams. Anya closed the bin hesitantly, taking the opportunity to glance down at her precious-destroyed creations just once more, but the heartbreak was all too painful and so she closed the lid steadily and surely.

           “Farewell, my cookie abominations.”

[inboxstuffers]

Send “What’s wrong?” and I’ll generate a number from 1-13 (christmas edition!)

My muse just had someone cancel Christmas plans on them

My muse is feeling sick

My muse burnt their Christmas cookies

My muse can’t afford the gift they want to buy for someone

My muse is feeling lonely

My muse is wishing it would snow

My muse doesn’t have anything to wear to a Christmas party

My muse is having trouble getting everything organized for the holidays

My muse’s family is starting to drive them crazy

My muse is worried about putting on weight during the holidays

My muse witnessed someone knocking over their snowman/vandalizing their decorations

My muse slipped and fell on the ice

My muse is struggling to untangle the Christmas lights

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Snowballs& fun times

in reply to @bunnybookman​

“How many damn times do I have to tell you?” The Russian groaned, turning towards the source of the annoyingly chirpy voice, “It’s Anya--AAH!” Her scold turned into a shriek as snow hit her jaw, dripping down her neck and beneath her coat. She wiped the remnants away before throwing a daggered glare at her friend.  “Ohohoho....You really wanna do this?” Anya inquired, raising a brow as she rubbed her jaw dry. “I used to practically breathe snow, once upon a December.” With that she knelt and began to craft her firearm, keeping her eyes on Lavi - smirking dangerously all the while. 

“Let’s do this, Cyclops.” 

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It’s cold outside...{anya& lavi}

          A sigh escaped the Russian as the crisp night air pierced her lungs, sending a thrilling chill through her. It's familiarity encouraged her to welcome the cold, relaxing into it's embrace as she as she wandered aimlessly through the local park, a few early Christmas decorations glittering in the distance. As Anya spotted them, a tune began to play in the back of her head, young voices giggling as they sang and a memory surfaced; that of a grand fireplace, roaring warmly with embellished red stockings hanging down the mantel, names embroidered onto each of them. If only I could read what they say, She thought and instantly the memory vanished and she caught herself mid-twirl, loudly humming the song.

          Anya stumbled to regain her footing, dazed by how swept up in the memory she’d been before a smile blossomed upon her face, her red nose wrinkling with the beginnings of an old joy as the words spilled from her lips, “I really can’t stay...”

But baby, it’s cold outside...

           “I’ve got to go away,” She sang, the instruments playing softly in her mind as if the band were behind her. 

Baby, it’s cold outside....

          “This evening has been...” She span towards a nearby tree and leaned against the gnarled bark, glancing over her shoulder at her imaginary singing companion. 

Been hoping that you'd drop in....

          “...so very nice...” She almost laughed at herself as she slid her back down the trunk slightly, dipping only slightly before pushing herself away.

I'll hold your hands they're just like ice....

          As the clock hand on the bell tower neared twelve, Anya continued to sing the chilled air from her lungs, shrugging off any care she had were she to be heard. In any case she doubted anyone else was awake and even in the area, after all it was cold outside.

[ohyafumi]

may i have this dance?

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    Stunt and aghast, the woman stands as stupefied and cursed to be stone over the intimacy in which the stranger grows, dominating the vacancy between them. The hatter keeps her head dipped, believing for this daydream terror would cease if she tightly closed her eyes and her proximity would be cleansed of another presence. Loneliness would come back again and – 

   The woman opens an eye. 

   ‘This plan is not working.’ 

   Forcefully, the other eye opens to find hr head being raised, making her the apparent rouge blush of embarrassment visible to strangers akin.  Out of respect, her eyes settle on the redhead and she steadies her breath to confront the fears of closeness. A sharp breath parts her lips as she gazes at the woman. 

    ‘Oh god, she’s this type.’ 

      “Care to share what ‘wonderful things’ it creates, madame?” The rhetorical question is followed by a cocked brow and a refrained tone. It was as if she was befuddled by a female version of Lavi, less flirtatious and more warped in the web of optimism that’ll surely strangle anyone to death. Let’s see how long it is before the woman before her entangles in such a trap and creatses her woven tomb. 

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        Anya couldn’t say she felt welcomed in the woman’s personal space but she didn’t grant her much distance as she merely withdrew her hands from the other’s person and shrugged. The Russian glanced up at the sky for a moment as she thought of an answer, rolling back on her heels in a nonchalant manner before considering, “Social interaction, I guess. I mean, think about it like this - and bare with me - the Great Exhibition in London, at around 1850-something. It was a collection of some of the most unique and interesting wonders of the world, things people came from all over the country and globe to see. People bonded, the classes merged till there was no difference between the shoe-shiner and the businessman, other than their shoes.”          “Another wonderful thing...”  The time she spent squatting in the old Parisian library seemed to have paid off, Anya concluded as she rubbed the side of her neck and jaw before offering yet another example, “Inspiration, as well. Not just to create things in turn but also to explore and seek more out of life.” 

         She then laughed sheepishly, swinging her hands to clasp them together in front of her as she added, “Don’t get me wrong, I mean not everyone experiences this sort of thing, I know that. But to dismiss the value of differing and interesting things...well...it’s not right really. Especially when you dismiss the value you, as a person, have.” 

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Anastasia + Popular text posts (1/??)

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    “I’d rather not be noticed,” The hatter grabs the front rim of her hat and dips the hat with shame accentuating across the lines of her face. She shrugs and glosses through memories of the association silver carries; an elegance of maturity, her father had called it when he began sporting such shade in his late twenties, around 26, to be exact. Then again, what much was there for that man anyways? Only the grave.

      “Interesting things don’t always bring the best of people. Humans tend to explot what isn’t natural.”

     Deadpan unamusement leaves unfiltered from her lips as she lowers her chin again and cross her arms. 

    “I’m sorry for that..” She shakes her head. 

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       Immediately Anya retreated a step from the tension surrounding the woman, sensing she may have accidentally brought something sensitive to surface within the stranger. She cringed and pulled at her collar slightly before offering a sheepish grin and closing the distance between them to swing her head beneath the woman’s hat so she could see her face.

        “You’re right, you know.” The orphan stated as she glanced to the side before grinning and standing upright, moving to stand by the woman’s side, “Humans are naturally curios and they’re greedy. So yeah, interesting things can draw out the worst of people...buuuut--”        Anya lifted the brim of the woman’s hat to peer underneath, “It can also create wonderful things!”