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personnages · 1 month
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(i just want to let you know that though I very much want to be here rn, my wedding is in a month so that is taking up all my brain power. so drafts may not happen until late March. but please send me asks, or write me starters, or message me on discord about our characters - I desperately want to be here but I just don't always have the spoons.)
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personnages · 2 months
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"Harsh and sweet and bitter to leave it all..."
Usque ad stellas de caelo descendit
Cherished by Lynna & Kate
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@guysofnarnia creation event: favorites → favorite pevensie brother
p e t e r p e v e n s i e i haven’t come to take your place, you know, but to put you into it.
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personnages · 2 months
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Peter watched Lucy as she inched back towards him, and the ache in him was twisting, still. He cleared his throat and stood, turning to the tea tray that Helene had hastily deposited on the dresser. Surely a cup of tea could only help. It would also give Lucy a moment to herself, if she needed to compose herself. Helene had taken the teapot and three teacups and saucers from the formal tea set - the informal one was surely still unwashed, having been used right before Peter and Helene had left for the opera.
This tea set had originally been given to Victoria by his and Lucy's grandparents, as a symbol of friendship between their countries. George had given it back to him after the massacre. It had been both a gift of sympathy and to commemorate his accession, as if such a thing could be celebrated. Peter tilted the teapot, patterned in red and gold, and let the tea swirl into two of the cups.
When Lucy spoke, Peter's hand tightened around the teapot handle, and the spout accidentally spilled into the saucer. He thought a curse instead of saying one (a useful skill for both a king and a father of two small children,) then turned to hand the unspilled cup to Lucy.
He could not smile at what she said. He silently took up his own cup and took a sip, watching the spilled tea puddle in the hollow of the saucer. Their people. Was he not failing them? They were under the shadow of occupation and he could not do enough. Lucy surely had meant what she said as a comfort, not a condemnation, but in the darkness of the evening, that was all he could read it as.
"With Aslan willing, our family will return," Peter said. His voice was heavy, deeper than it had been when they were children. Yet would he? Every year, he plead Narnia's case to whoever would listen and to many that would not. The fundraisers for aid relief for refugees; the spies that he had long since stopped sending, for they had kept disappearing - every year he had less and less faith that it was making a difference. He would continue on; it was his duty and his task to do so, but the thought in the back of his mind could never quite be extinguished: that he had seen the last he would ever see of his country ten years ago.
Lucy had stepped closer to him, close enough to brush a hand through his hair as she reached up. She'd gotten a little taller, though not by much. Peter smiled, even if it was only a small one, and willed the gloom that had settled over him to disperse. "We'll explain it to the girls as best as we can, but they're very young. They may ask questions that might be... hard for you to answer. I don't want them to make things worse for you. If it gets too hard, will you tell me?" He studied her face, trying to scan it for signs of exhaustion. "If you don't want to sleep yet, Helene and I can... answer any questions you have, or talk about anything you like. Whatever will help, Lu," he added, shaking his head slightly. "I'll admit, I don't really know what will help. Have you eaten? Are you hungry at all?"
He heard footsteps in the hall -- it sounded like Helene, returning from the nursery. Peter ached for the steadying presence of his wife, but wanted to follow Lucy's lead.
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@personnages : Lucy Lauren & Peter
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Glancing around the room, Lauren laid down on the bed, pulling her knees to her chest. She still couldn't quite believe that this was happening. That this was how it all ended. After the long journey from Narnia to London, after all the learning and distant hazy memories she'd struggled with, she was so close to finding out the truth...
Was she Lauren, the lonely orphan found near death on the side of the road? Or was she Lucy, the golden princess beloved by that distant seaside kingdom she might never again see? There was only one man who could tell her. But now she'd never know.
If she really was Lucy, then this was the brother she loved best. The one she would have been seeing for the first time in ten years... She'd only been 13 at the time of the massacre. And now, she was a grown woman, having spent nearly as much time without him as she had with him. But they'd never even gotten through the door. Peter's manservant had turned them away after going inside. And with that rejection, all her hopes went up in smoke. Smoke just as thick and acrid as what she tasted every time she closed her eyes.
But before she could let loose even a single tear, the door behind her creaked open. Turning her hollow, sunken eyes toward it, she gasped and quickly jumped to her feet; righting her dress and giving a small curtsy, just as she'd been taught.
"Your Majesty... I... I wasn't expecting..."
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personnages · 4 months
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MARYA | for @skyjci, for Natasha, canon verse
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Men had came to take the coffin away. Princess Marya had not watched them go. Alpatych had written that he would personally bury it at Bald Hills, though the French had already overrun the countryside. Princess Marya had not wanted to reply to the letters that were arriving at Yaroslavl, but it was no longer only herself that relied on her. Her nephew needed to resume his lessons. The house on Vzdvizhenka Street needed to be looked after.
But it had been hard to prepare to leave. Princess Marya felt that she and Natasha had witnessed something that was to be shielded from outside contact, that only they two in the whole world could understand. So she had asked the Count and Countess if Natasha might come with her and her nephew to Moscow.
Now she looked over at Natasha as their carriage rumbled along the road towards the capital. They had barely spoken as it had carried them away from Yaroslavl, from the site of his death. She leaned over and rested her hand on Natasha's arm, speaking quietly, feeling almost ashamed to break the silence. "We are almost there. The house will have only a few rooms ready."
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personnages · 4 months
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KIRILL | for @skyjci, for Dunya
Kirill was on leave, and had found his mother's house full of all his siblings and their spouses -- including Bory'enka's new wife. She seemed to be perfectly lovely, if, well, a chatterpot. Julie had been flittering around all evening, commenting to everyone, including her mother-in-law. Kirill leant over to his sister. "I would ask if this were an act, but I don't think Mama would tolerate it if it were. Do you think that she will? Tolerate it for much longer, I mean."
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personnages · 4 months
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ANDREI | for @reverdies, for Javert, during the war (just after Austerlitz)
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Prince Andrei had been taken prisoner by the French on Pratzen hill, and the pain of being lifted onto a stretcher had been so great that he had lost consciousness. They had taken him to the field hospital. It was not until the next day that he could open his eyes again. The French Emperor had visited the captured Russians and ordered they be treated. Prince Andrei had not stopped thinking about that lofty, blue sky.
There were French soldiers milling about the ranks of wounded Russians. Prince Andrei blinked at the dingy canvas of the tent. The little icon that Princess Marya had given him was resting on his chest. It had been hung around his neck. He slowly turned his head to look at the Frenchman standing near to him, who looked to be only a little older than him.
He tried to speak, but his mouth was so dry it was only a rasp. "Where -- where is this?" he said in French. Outside the tent, the sky awaited.
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personnages · 4 months
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(It might take me a bit, but like for a starter from one of my War & Peace muses: Andrei, Marya, Lise, Kirill, Olga. I won't be doing any modern verses for these, but other verses are a-ok.
If you have a preference as to which muse you want, let me know, and if you are a multi yourself, let me know which muse you would like me to write for. If you don't specify, I will pick whatever I like.)
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personnages · 4 months
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"I'm building my way up to the rest of the world - but I need to have a good base to draw from before I start to franchise," Jieli says flippantly. "Besides, I don't see your shop anywhere. Try being a saleswoman yourself before you start to suggest business plans." She pokes Wei Ling in the forehead before busying herself with straightening the items on the shelves, frowning at some stubborn inventory she hasn't been able to move (but if she lowers the price any more, she won't be getting a good return on her investment, which she hates) before reaching for a duster. When Wei Ling comments again, Jieli turns to her with eyebrows raised. "Why do I want money? Are you an idiot? Money is the only thing that can give people like me security and power. It's the only thing I want." After all, money means the Lord of Haishi City can pay his Pavillion Master and give her the power to administrate both poisons and antidotes. "And! - money pays for this shop, and I personally would rather sleep indoors than on the street. Would you rather be on a street stall shelf in the snow or on a shelf in here, hm?" She shakes her head, making the beads in her braids clack softly. "Besides, if you want to get out of here so badly, go for it. It'll clear up more space for me." Her voice is laden with sarcasm, but the fact that she has not, in fact, thrown Wei Ling out belies fondness. It annoys Jieli that she can't help herself from being fond.
Jieli rolled her eyes expansively and then turned to face the girl on the shelf, hands on her hips. "Don't be silly. Customers won't come to shops where they stabbed. If you're going to stab anyone, stab them at the shop next door -- then they'll come here, and I can charge them extra for buying wound dressings and getting blood on things." She eyed the girl critically. Ugh. She's crumpling the banner -- people will want a discount on a creased banner. "Look at you!" she said, tone grumpy, moving to rearrange the bottles next to her. "Listen, get off the shelf if you're not going to stay a saber. You're messing up the merchandise. Besides, this is the best place to have a business. Why would I limit myself to just Shuiyuntian or Cangyan Sea when I could be selling to both of them?" She busied herself with the bottles so that nothing else could be read on her face -- there were, after all, other reasons why she didn't leave Haishi City -- then huffed once Wei Ling held up a hand. "Watch it -- maybe I'll sell the saber on credit, just to get you out of my shop faster." She rolled her eyes again and crossed her arms, annoyed that both of them knew the girl was correct.
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personnages · 5 months
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(it's a missing old muses kinda night.)
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personnages · 5 months
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i'm okay with:
starting over - are you a little overwhelmed with where our thread is going? let me know, and i'd be happy to start a new one with you!
pausing - if you're feeling one thread more than another we have going on, that's perfectly fine! you're welcome to let me know if you'd like, but it's not a necessity.
multiples - if we have a ship that you love and you have many ideas for them, always feel welcome to throw them at me no matter what! while it may affect my reply speed due to having more, it doesn't affect my interest at all!
regrouping - maybe we initially had an idea that didn't pan out but you don't know how to say it? just shoot me a message and let me know you'd like to plot further/something else.
anything else - have we not talked and you want to? shoot me a message! send in a meme if you don't know where to start! ask for my discord! i may not initiate too often myself, but i love being able to love our threads together!
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personnages · 5 months
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Send one of the following to have my muse talk about:
👶 - Their childhood 👧 - Their sister 🧒 - Their brother 👩 - Their mother 👨 - Their father 👵 - Their grandmother 👴 - Their grandfather 👲 - Their cousin 👱 - Their uncle 👱‍♀️ - Their aunt 👼 - Their child 👤 - Another family member (please specify)
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“We can’t just let this goat eat the letter!” [ zelda from bravelink ! ]
the legend of zelda: twilight princess sentence meme | @bravelink
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It seemed the goat had them locked in a standoff. Zelda did not have much experience with animals that are not cats, lapdogs, or horses - and even then, the only one she'd personally owned had been a horse. Link, with all his goat-expertise, had unfortunately found himself locked on the other side of the heavy iron fence. Short of his climbing it, she was on her own, with only his shouted commentary.
She eyed its halo of horns, the way it was nonchalantly chewing on a corner of the envelope. Well. There was nothing else to be done. If she sustained an injury, it was fortunate that she was well versed in the ways of healing.
Zelda made a sudden lunge for the letter, but the goat only skipped out of her reach. She cast about for some other strategy. "Link!" she called, turning back to him. "What do goats like to eat? Other than paper?"
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personnages · 5 months
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‘The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess’ sentence meme
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personnages · 5 months
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  In Hyrule, countless tales are told of the ancient hero… and your deeds bring them all to mind. May the graces of the great goddesses who shaped Hyrule bear you on your way.
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personnages · 6 months
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LAUREN/LUCY: Can this be the evening? Can this be the place? Am I only dreaming, looking at his face? PETER: See that girl... could it be? Don't be ridiculous. I must stop believing I will ever find her.
@starsallalight - Anastasia AU, Lucy & Peter Pevensie
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